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Temeraire: Bound Bon Voyage

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Dragcoin

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Part three of three

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“No… Unnngghhh! I don't want to be part of this… Noooo!"

Temeraire fought back, but he may as well have not done anything at all, as it didn't get him anywhere. Laurence watched the dildo, where the covering hatch had been removed so that the crew could more easily manipulate it, showing the dildo being pulled from him. The dragon seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, though his tail hole was left gaping in the wake of it. Dragons, not needing to feed every single day, did not need to defecate or relieve themselves every day either, so he had only had it removed a period after a feeding to ensure that his health was maintained. As soon as he had done what was needed, his tail hole had always been filled immediately afterwards.

He was so relieved, however, that the dildo was out, that he relaxed a bit, anticipating that he was to be given some reprieve. Maybe he had done enough as their sail, maybe they would put up a real one, one that did not always have to be controlled by his cock, adjusting him to catch the wind, talking about him like an object. His heart surged for the simple life that he had left behind as a hatchling, all before he had entered his training as a mature, adult dragon, though that was a time that he swore, even then, that he could hardly remember.

However, Temeraire was not due any kind of relief, not as he panted and hung there, eyes half-closed, begging for respite. But a whirring caught his attention, twisting his head, eyes wide open, looking down, the dildo out of him but…rotating?

The dragon's brow furrowed, confused. That didn't make sense… Why was it doing that? But the two shifts of those who usually worked up in the rigging, adjusting his wings to catch the right wind, had already lined up, on opposite sides of the dragon deck, one in charge, clearly. But for what were they actually in charge?

“That's it!" One called, cupping his hands to his mouth. “You hear that, boy? That's gonna be in you now!"

He moaned. Was that true? Was there something… Oh, but he didn't get the chance to fear, not even as his chest tightened, the crew taunting him, shouting at him, making sure that their voices carried so that he was not left imagining anything at all.

“That's going to make you scream and squirt, boy!"

“There's nowhere for you to go, dragon slut!"

“We know what a kinky whore you is, dragon!"

“Make the slut scream!"

“Make him scream, make him scream, make him scream, make him scream!"

They chanted, Temeraire squealing, whipping his head back and forth, true panic setting in.

“No! Please! Don't!"

And yet his words did nothing, once more falling on deaf ears, all so he may as well have not done anything at all. The shifts separated, the first taking charge of fucking him, though Temeraire neither knew nor needed to know the stakes, for they did not care, and he was going to be forced through it one way or the other.

“Noooooo – aaaaagggghhh!"

The dragon howled and twisted as the dildo slammed up inside him, more violently than ever before penetrating him, fucking him as if it was a wild dragon that did not know any care or consideration for a partner. Not that any other dragon that he had been with in training had treated him nicely, though Temeraire had never been able to understand why his dick had remained so hard throughout that treatment. It had made him ache and moan as if something was changing inside him, grunting and more, but there was nothing like the dildo.

Not as it rammed forcibly into him, though the dragon was not privy to the men cranking it harder and faster, making it rotate back and forth. It was smooth, but even the light angle of it could be adjusted so that it was forcibly ground over his prostate with every hammering thrust. Temeraire gasped and tried to lean away from it, but, of course, his bondage held him fast, locking him in place so that the most he could do was squirm helplessly, everything too tight to let him free.

“Guuuuhhhhh…" Temeraire groaned, jaw hanging open, though the dragon was barely aware of his cries, of his begging. “Mmmmph, no… No, pleasth… Pleasth…" He couldn't even talk properly. “Puh-leasth… No… Ohhhhhhh…"

Still, the dildo pounded, his orgasm building, the kind that would be forced from him without any pleasure. He clenched his jaws, sealing away his cries, yet even Temeraire knew that he could not hold back something like that forever. The dildo drove too deep, humiliation crawling through him.

No words passed his lips, but that was only because he was trying to not let them see how much they had gone to him, just how far they had broken him down, rendered him less than nothing. Just the dragon slut that was bound to the mast, the sails of the shift, an object who could never be treated any differently from what they were.

No, please… He thought, trying to give voice to the cries that were sealed away, muzzle strained, even his jaw aching fiercely. Don't do it, don't use me like this – I never wanted any of this! I just wanted to be a dragon, I don't want to be used like this! Oh, heavens, I can't come again, please! Please, have mercy on me! Have mercy on my body, my soul, my aching cock… Ohhhhh!

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Yet the crew would always win over him, what the dragon truly wanted.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

“Make him scream the loudest, boys!"

The crew laughed at their folly, the play that they were engaging in, though the dragon's cries only added fuel to their fire. They had never gotten to use the dildo on him quite like that, always a toy, first and foremost, to hold Temeraire in place, and it had never, not even the once, been used as viciously on his sore, aching tail hole as it was being used then. No, that was something new, something different forcibly crammed into his prostate, again and again, until the dragon could not help but scream and lose his load.

Cum shot across the deck as the dragon howled and lost sense of himself for a moment, but his comfort was not taken into account, not even as his internally held testes ached fiercely, wanting more, to unload more. He needed it physically, but it couldn't come to him, no relief, no softening of the moment, nothing that he could use to his advantage, not in any way.

As they cheered and clapped each other on the back, the second team bustled in, wanting to take charge.

“Move aside, lads! It's our turn! You call that a cum shot – we're going to show you what the sport of dragon cum shooting is all about!"

And, so, they did. There was no asking of Temeraire, hanging in his bondage, the dildo slamming into him violently, whether he was okay with it or not, though the team was more ruthless in how they masturbated him. He tried to whimper, tried to talk, but all he could do was scream, begging breathlessly for respite that would never come.

“Unnnnnnggghhh! No… Ahhhh! Please! Stop… I can't…do… Nnnnngggghhhh!"

The contest, although between each shift, was fluid, flexible, so they could change it throughout their time there, the day “off" of sorts that they all had together. The main goal of it, of course, was to make the dragon scream the loudest and to cum the furthest, which was one reason that they had adjusted the angle of him on the dragon deck, the ship still for the moment. They needed as much length out of the ship that he faced back down for his cum to be sent forth, each spurt measured by the men, even if they slopped water over the deck, afterwards, to make sure there was a clean base for him to cum on. Not for the dragon's benefit, of course, but because

Laurence watched curiously, perched on a barrel, though it was not something that he had personally engaged in. He'd been told, after Loch Lagan, that he would not need to take care of his dragon's needs – and that was true. He could join in on the competition if he wanted, but the men needed the morale boost far more than he did, his eyes on the goal of China, the voyage perhaps one-third complete at that point.

When he'd talked with the captain about the competition, Laurence had, of course, been happy to give his consent. The shifts had been changing when the captain had gone into more detail on it, before the contest had even begun, and he'd been watching the dildo move back and forth, slowly, within his dragon, all while they masturbated Temeraire on the dragon deck. Even then, the captain's explanation had sounded par for the course, though the problem at that time had been hearing one another.

For the dragon's cries and vocalisations were a sticking point, something that they had to raise their voices over to be heard. Temeraire really was a screamer, trying to twist and heave back and forth, even as he was masturbated.

“You would think that he would be used to it by now," the captain had said with a smirk, though Laurence had only laughed at that. “Even the crew have commented on how the ship creaks when he thrashes like that though, we may have to hold him fast. This dragon is not so easily broken to be a sail."

Temeraire howled, once again, as he climaxed, losing his load, though, from the shouts of the crew, Laurence could only agree, of course, that such a competition would be a very good thing indeed. If there was anything that his dragon could do to make the lives of the crew easier, after all, he would only agree. The terms of the competition had been set with Temeraire screaming in climax after climax, the captain and Laurence agreeing the terms, though even Laurence could not help but smirk.

It was more brutal, however, to see it in person, Laurence coming back to the present moment as the shifts went back and forth, everyone increasingly competitive, as if they did not want to waste a moment of trying to win the competition. It was as if they were shooting, really, high-pressure water from the dragon's cock, with the focus with which they fired it, though Laurence had only ever seen that coming from a sea dragon's nostrils, when they had spouted water after surfacing. Even that had only been once as he watched the dildo penetrating the dragon, the Celestial's lungs holding a lot of air indeed, so much that he could scream and scream and scream.

The sailors that were not engaged in making Temeraire cream, however, bored, walking back and forth, hustling for their turn.

“Ugh, he cums more than that Regal Copper we had once," one man said. “But that dragon had the deck awash in cum, just one load!"

“Yeah!" Another chimed in. “But I like a screamer, it's way more fun. You know, you forget to use him sometimes, but if you hear the screams you know that someone's working him over. Just reminds you to get that ol' stress relief in."

Laurence cocked his head, hiding his smirk as he listened. Apparently, they were quite seasoned sailors, which he had expected, and had had many dragons on board, though a Grand Chevalier had been the closest in size to Temeraire and the Regal Copper they had spoken of. Another sailor laughed at how they had made a Dakota submit to fucking with the dildo for a solid week, not even allowed to sleep. To them, it did not matter as long as the dragon sail was intact.

But what was the most interesting to him, though he had to listen hard as Temeraire, once again, screamed in climax, his jet of cum reaching to the rail of the other end of the ship, to a chorus of cheers, was how they had had an entire flight of dragons on board once. That time, they had had multiple dragon sails all over the ship and had, according to the crew, made a game out of making them cum one after the other, timing it so that they shot their loads in sequence. It was the first time that a formal competition had been placed, however, even though the prize was the victory only, with a good dinner in the galley afterwards for all, ensuring that all were satisfied. It wouldn't have done to have any of the sailors miss out, after all, for a competition was meant to be friendly. Whereas there would be a loser, no one would lose out on anything as a result of it, though there may well have been more competitions to challenge the loser.

The men used their hands, slippery with the dragon's cum or even sea serpent eggs, the arousing mixture, to masturbate him, though could not use the device. Temeraire howled as orgasm after orgasm took him, but, in the end, only one shift could end, the day shift battling on with gritty determination.

“Come on, lads!" One called. “A few more pumps! We've got the beast now, make him cum!"

And that one, from the day shift, as they pulled out all the stops, had Temeraire wailing and breathlessly heaving for lost air in his lungs, shooting his load the furthest it had gone yet. Before the eyes of the captain and Laurence and everyone else, his seed shot clean over the fair rail, the full length of the ship and then some. Even though Temeraire didn't even think that he had any cum left in him to give, they coaxed it from him all the same, a pump from which they could bring forth more seed, splattering and drooling.

The day shift cheered, leaping and punching the air, though the exhausted dragon, lips moving in pleading begs, did not know what there was to be so excited about. All he knew was that he ached all over with the hot sun beating down, his black scales marked with his own cum and salt, that his life there was nothing more than acting the part of a toy for the amusement of humans. Still, Temeraire did not know what he would have done if he was not a slave to the humans, cattle to them, head hanging, eyes half-closed.

Relief did not come, however, not as the losing team took it out on him, milking him of more loads of cum still than he ever thought possible, collecting it for sale later. That was what the captain had ordered from them, after all, when the dragon's cum was at its peak after so many climaxes. Something about it being more virile then, but the men didn't really care about that.

“Best not to waste it, lads, we'll be working all night, after all…"

Temeraire didn't know or care what that meant, sagging, whimpering, lips moving.

“Please… Oh, please… Leave me…alone. Leave me alone. Please… Please…"

Of course, they did not. Temeraire doubted that they even heard him.

And, still, he begged.

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They didn't encounter a sea serpent until they were halfway through their voyage, the seas stormy and rocking, Temeraire swinging back and forth on the sail as the ship bucked and tossed itself back and forth. Yet there was no storm, not truly, even though the sky was troubled with dark clouds, one of the men hollering the warning.

“Seeeeeeaaaaaaa ssseeeerrrpppeeennnttt!"

He crowed, though it was no joy to behold, the entire crew rushing to get Temeraire into position. Being taken down from the sail should have been a joy and yet all that happened was that he was pulled down, his wings folded to his body and locked into his original harness, even though it was crusty, after so long, with salt and cum. Unable to move his legs, they slid him on boards to the edge of the ship, the dragon's head whipping back and forth, fear shining in his eyes, rain dampening his scales.

“Please! Take me inside!"

But the crew did not care for his fear, even though Temeraire did not know what was to happen to him out there, the ship steadying, though the churning froth of the sea serpent would not settle them for long, not after it had spotted a ship. He was not prepared for being tossed overboard, bumping against the side of the ship, lowered into the water. He barely had a moment in which to gasp for air before the ocean hit him in a streaming froth of white, churning around the hull of the ship, long ropes dragging at him, yanking him back. He was dragged, holding his breath, eyes burning with salt, behind the ship, though he couldn't see a serpent, not yet at least.

Were they going to drown him? He squirmed and thrashed, but his bonds held tight, the ropes attached at his bridle, which was always in place, and his hindquarters, dragging him… They pulled him under the ship itself and the next thing he knew was that his body had slotted into place underneath the ship.

“Aggghhhhh!"

Sweet air! Well, rank, stale air – but air all the same! He gasped underneath the ship, dimly realising that he was under the ship, flipped over so that he was on his back, facing up against the belly of it. And in the dark damp of the underbelly of the ship was the grew, ready and locking him in place, the handlers that best knew how to take care of a dragon as bait during a sea serpent attack rushing in.

“Make sure his cock is through – quickly! We don't have much time!"

They yanked at his bondage, adjusting him, his cock, which had still been hard, locked in his harness with the leather strapping, through another hole in the underbelly of the ship. Temeraire did not need to know that they were like moon pools: he was only grateful that he could breathe, head twisting back and forth fearfully, trying to work out what was going on.

But they did not explain it to him, not as the serpent latched onto him. Temeraire didn't even know what the sea serpent looked like, only that it felt long, like a serpent more than a dragon – not like any dragon he was familiar with anyway. And yet it knew exactly what to do with him as the massive, scaled body covered his, Temeraire crying out in fear.

“No – get it off! Nooooo, stop it! Ahhhhhh!"

He screamed as a cock, much larger than the dildo he had been impaled on, was slammed into him, finding the soft spot of his anal pucker under his tail and using his tail to guide themselves in. It was almost as if that particular sea serpent was well-practised at fucking dragons that were presented to them as bait, though Temeraire was not to know that, howling and screaming, trying to squirm away, as it brutally bred him.

“Hold him!"

The handlers swore and yanked at his bridle, straining to control him. The position was a tenuous one when a dragon rebelled, even though Temeraire was impaled on a giant sea serpent dick, powering into his unprotected tail hole, repeatedly sodomising him. Yet they had something for that too, hauling his head to the side to yank his head under water, another opening to the side of his head, where his neck protruded through, allowing for it. That was why the handlers were specifically on board, after all, for they would always need those experienced to handle dragons during sea serpent attacks. Yet they could bring the terror down into a mere panic for the dragon rather than the crew if they played all their cards right.

“Gaaaarrrrgggglllllggggaaaarrrrrgggllllaaaahhhh!"

Temeraire spluttered, trying to breathe, water entering his lungs, coughing – underwater! He was underwater again, the hold on his bridle forcing and keeping his head there, heaving, eyes bulging, straining. Under there, he could see the monster taking him, slimy and long, with small fin-like legs and a long tail that had an eel-like rudder on it. The jaws of the beast were like a barracuda or some other fiercely exotic fish, though there was still the gleam of intelligence in the sea serpent's eyes, knowing exactly what it was doing.

He screamed in terror, bubbles streaming from his mouth, though the monster did not care, only wanted to take him, to rape him, fucking him with ruthless, raw intent. He snarled and tried to snap at him, but his bridle was pulled back up out of the water, leaving him heaving and panting, his cock masturbated while it twitched. He had barely felt it, overcome with sensation, needing to breathe and yet they only allowed him a few gasps before yanking his head back under the water again.

The sea serpent did not care, if its prey was where it was needed, grinding into Temeraire repeatedly, even as the dragon's cock spurted. The dragon handlers took care not to waste his cum, collecting it into containers that would be sealed and stored for sale when they reached China, though he was milked daily of his loads regardless. It was simply another opportunity to ensure that nothing went to waste and that, one way or another, the dragon was useful to those that he was there to serve.

He screamed at the serpent, forced back into the water, but the writhing, twisting mass of serpentine scales did not care for him, not choosing to speak a language that they could both communicate in. They only needed to slam into him, grinding a long, slightly undulating cock, into Temeraire, using every inch. The dragon howled, trying to buck his hips away, but, under the water, he was in his most restrictive bondage yet, chest tightening more and more as the breath play took hold.

And yet that only made his orgasm more potent as they milked load after load from him, forcing him to cum before they allowed him to breathe, water streaming from his face and muzzle, groaning as if he had well and thought that he was meeting his end down there. To Temeraire, it was the end, the end where he would be fucked and swallowed up by the sea serpents, even if the crew knew that that was all normal for dragons that were used as bait. It was why they dropped them into the water and locked them against the hull of the ship: so, the serpents would not attack the ship itself. It was ingenious, truly, even if Temeraire with a sore, strained tail hole and howling, arching desire for air, would not have ever said so himself.

With his head forced under the water once more, his eyes streamed, burning with salt water, but he did not see the serpent as it climaxed, letting out a bellow, reverberating roar even underwater. All Temeraire knew was a frothing churn of bubbles, the beast ramming even deeper into him, showing another couple of inches of cock that he had not yet been introduced to, his head swimming with the need to be away, to be somewhere else, to be where he was not being used and abused.

But that was not in Temeraire's control, lungs burning with air as he was dragged back through the opening as the swell of sea serpent cum flooded his anal passage, making him feel fat and full and bloated.

“Unfff…" He groaned, though the dragon hardly had the breath with which to speak at all. “It's…too much…"

They didn't care, laughing at him, though he had to stay there, straining as his guts churned with cum, flowing deep. It was a relief when the serpent pulled out from him, though Temeraire gasped just in time to catch a breath as they shoved his head back under the water.

There! There it was! He could regain his breath control, as much as he wanted to panic and fight for air, the serpent swimming…away from him! His heart surged, but it was too late to breathe any kind of sigh of relief as his head was kept down, fighting away the urge to struggle, that he needed to breathe, trying not to think about it. His cock twitched as another orgasm was taken from him, surely to be collected, though he could live with that as long as he lived too.

What's that?

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Temeraire strained to see, despite the ache in his eyes, not used to being stung with saltwater, shapes moving through the murky darkness, the sea churned up by the sea serpent. Was it…shapes? Oceanic mammals?

Oh no… No, it was far worse than that as they took advantage of his position for more breath play, stimulating his cock with a more handheld masturbatory aid, one that they could more easily manipulate between them. Every load that he gave came when he was not able to breathe, dimly aware of them commenting that they were better able, in that way, to get every drop out of him, that it was higher quality when the “debased beast" was used in such a way. The handlers were a little better spoken than the crew, though no one cared for him, not in any way, Temeraire whimpering, alone, trying to grab what air he could into his lungs between his head being shoved brutally back under the water by the bridle.

And yet that was not the end of it, not even with his sore, aching, abused tail hole leaking and drooling cum, oh no. Oh, Temeraire would have longed for that, to be pulled back on top of the ship and even to be lashed back into position as the sail, for that was easier, even if humiliating. But there was no dragon that would not quail from the sight of a whole pack of sea serpents returning, bachelor males, with the original serpent, their eyes gleaming and massive, throbbing members out. There was no denying what they were there for, not even as Temeraire shuddered at the feel of human hands running down his cock, knowing that his body had not yet served its use for that day.

Against the humans and the sea serpents, he was helpless… Exactly as they had always intended.

He wailed, brokenly, into the empty arms of the ocean as the first of the monsters mounted him, snaking around him and pressing up against the underside of the ship, sodomising him once again. His tail hole was looser that time, even sloppier, though the beast cared not for that, only that he was there, that he was available, that they all had something to sate their lustful attention on. They'd even forgotten that they had sought to capsize and destroy the ship in the first place, as the dragon took up their entire attention.

There, Temeraire could only bear through it, the voyage not even half over, dreading the shame that he was to be put through, the rest of the voyage stretching out, as if infinitely, before him.

It would not be the last time that they encountered the sea serpents, especially after the word had passed around about the dragon bait that would be dropped into the ocean for them. Thus, Temeraire's abuse would continue, heaving and panting for breath that would not come, the sea serpents finding him repeatedly through the voyage, all to get a piece of the tight breeding hole that all had said was there.

He didn't have a say. He didn't have a choice. A dragon like him never did.

Bound for his voyage, Temeraire's debasement would never end.