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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 one of three

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Temeraire resisted, though the dragon didn’t know quite what he was resisting. Something told him that the boat was different, the warship decked out in its finery, set to sail for China. But Laurence had told him that it was not the usual ship that would be sent out to war, but one designed for diplomatic missions, such as the one that they were being sent on to China. As he walked up the wide ramp, suitable to a dragon of his size, Temeraire tilted his head to the side, fronds and whisker-like tendrils waving faintly, dangling around his face. He had a crest growing, thicker and fuller every day, though it was his huge wings that were the most impressive, with which he could form waves in the water. He hadn’t had much of a chance to train in that at Loch Lagan, considering that he had been required for other training, but he anticipated having the opportunity to do so while out at sea.

They couldn’t possibly, after all, keep him bound the whole time out there…

The Celestial dragon was unique in the British Isles, still not quite fully grown when it came to his full size, but he was still large enough for a full crew to ride on the harnesses and rigging adorning him, when required – not at all like a Greyling that could fit in anywhere with a single rider more often than not. No, he needed a specially designed ship with a dragon deck where he could stretch out and relax, though even Temeraire might have found himself cramped on that particular vessel. It was not, after all, as if he and Laurence had gotten the chance to investigate it beforehand, though he didn’t think that there was anything truly to worry about there.

The dragon’s training, however, had incorporated more than how to fly with a crew roaming about all over his body, Temeraire’s motivation for battle and training kept up with interesting means of humiliation and control. People had uncovered, some years back, that a dragon’s sex drive was unparalleled by anything that could be found in nature, thus must be taken advantage of, while they were working in tandem with human beings. Each dragon responded to sexual stimulus differently, though they were treated as nothing more than cattle as they went through their training, especially with how they were lodged and taken care of. To people, they were no more than that and, despite being intelligent beings, the dragons had gone along with it for so many years already, many trained from the point of hatching, when they were easier to control, that they didn’t know a life of anything else.

They were not, of course, trained in sexual means until they reached adulthood and sexual maturity – both, not just the one. That was very important to the course of a dragon’s training, ensuring that they remained healthy and that their longevity was promoted as best as possible. It was more of a practical thing than a moral one, but one that many did agree with when it came to the training of the dragons.

“Up now, Temeraire, swiftly.”

Temeraire obeyed his master without question, his cock out and waving lightly from side to side. Laurence treated him as if he was just any other dragon, even though the two of them had been together for a good amount of time already. That said, Laurence had not been with him for his training, as much as they had uncovered about Temeraire during the course of it. He was not free, at that time, but he expected to be bound on the ship in some capacity, for the harness that he wore, going down his full body and length of his tail, was designed so that he could be locked down and restricted at any time. Of course, the hole in the leather harness secured his cock tightly, tightened with laces at the base, keeping it out and on show at all times. Bondage for dragons was commonplace, but with one as debased and lusting for humiliation as much as Temeraire was it was important to have him always exposed. Not only ensuring his compliance, it showed him his place, continuing his training, day by day, adding to all that had been instructed unto him at Loch Lagan. To be fair, Temeraire had been one of their best students through orgasm denial and control, CBT, forced giving of pleasure, taking other dragons into all his holes… Anything that they had thrown at him, Temeraire had exulted in: the more debasing the better for him.

What Temeraire did not expect, on being taken up to the dragon deck, the fan shape of it at the prow of the ship, was to find a strange sort of hole there, where the sail should have been. It could have been roughly the size of the mast, if it had been there, but appeared to have a hatch around it, perhaps removable? He peered at it in confusion, glancing between that and the sails of other ships, though there definitely should have been some sort of sail there.

“Laurence, is there something missing?” He asked softly, though he would not have dared to speak first with anyone other than Laurence – well, not unless he was being put in a highly compromising position, of course. “This…doesn’t look right.”

Laurence did not acknowledge him, his eyes only flicking over to the dragon due to the noise. Even though Temeraire spoke with words, of course, not all people acknowledged them: it was kind of like a domestic dog barking. In that way, it conveyed information to the human handler and trainer, but no more than that, unless they wanted to take something more from it.

What the dragon did not know, however, was that the sail had already arrived on the dragon deck…

He cried out as the crew of the Allegiance whipped into position, taking control as if he was just another object to be put into place on the ship. That was not unusual to him, not as he was brought in against what was more recognisable as a new mast, though it was strange to him, coming with padding that his back was lashed to, pulled up taut against it. Temeraire shuddered, but held his tongue. Bondage, after all, was not unusual to him, even if he did not know what he was doing there…

Though it was worse than that, Temeraire’s heart hammering as he was faced down the length of the ship, back to the forward mast that had been put in place. It didn’t seem right that it was so easily removed, yet all would become clear in time to him, his heartbeat racing and racing, quicker and quicker, like a whole flight of dragons squalling and swarming through the skies.

“Please… I’m not so sure about this…”

Nothing had been explained to him, though Temeraire had only been used to that for the sake of his trainers, those that had brought him up to a good level of both battle training and sexual training, ensuring his obedience. As much as Temeraire wanted to be good and obedient, fear clawed at his heart and he struggled, whining, twisting his head back and forth, trying to find Laurence in the sea of people.

“Laurence! Laurence, help me! What are they doing to me? Please! Please, help me!”

He wouldn’t usually have begged like that (it was more of a sexual begging that had come into play during his training), though something told him that things there were quite different. He was not prepared, not as his body was bound to the mast and the floor under his feet was removed, proving to not be a door but something that could be slid out entirely. Temeraire cried out, catching sight of Laurence stood further back, with the captain, though Laurence didn’t even have his full attention on him.

Temeraire growled and thrashed his tail, though there was nothing in him that wanted to hurt the humans – no! He just wanted them to stop what they were doing to him! He dangled there, tail whipping back and forth, yet they caught it neatly with a hook on the end of a long pole that seemed designed for such things, threading it through into the deck below.

It pulled down, tied to something that he did not know the name of, wrapped around, forced to use the muscles there to control it, whimpering and twisting back and forth. Yet Temeraire had barely parted his lips to ask, yet again, what they were doing, if they could even explain it to him, when the pressure against his backside appeared.

Temeraire’s eyes widened and he thrashed fearfully, even if it should have been something that he was well-used to already, a dildo penetrating him with the barest amount of lubrication possible, because that kind of thing was not needed for a dragon that had come out of training with scores such as his. The sailors that manhandled him laughed and slapped his backside, someone down there ensuring that his back end was in position below the dragon deck, a giant dildo stretching open his tail hole increasingly.

And there was nothing more at all that Temeraire could do about it, grunting and groaning, twisting his head and neck back and forth, though it took his attention away from his tail. So much so that when they forced him to tighten his tail he did it without thinking, inadvertently yanking his whole body down on the dildo. He groaned as it penetrated him, his cock twitching and bobbing in a physical reaction, but his mind was reeling.

“No… Please… Please, have mercy on me… I don’t want…”

The sexual side may have been something that he was familiar with, yet the aroma of salt air prickling at his nostrils was too much for him – what would happen to him if he was bound on the boat, truly, and something went wrong? What did they want of him? He had been expecting more of the same and perhaps to be used for flights and scouting, amongst his duties, perhaps, in collecting semen as a stud dragon, but not that!

They worked on his wings next as his tail was yanked and cranked, tightened and tied, pulling him down deeper and deeper and deeper onto the dildo, straining out his clenching backside. The dragon didn’t have a say in any of it, moaning and twisting his head back and forth, though the restriction of his body was becoming increasingly apparent, his cock throbbing with delight. But just because his body was responding did not mean the drake was not fearful, that he was rebelling against what was happening to him, his being treated like livestock, like nothing more than an object, all over again.

“Hold it fast now!”

“Stretch it out!”

The pressure of the dildo in his tail hole grew and grew as he was forced to bear down, slowly, inch after horrifying inch, despite the throbbing and drooling of his cock. The laces were loosened so that he could cum, the pressure around the base of his dick no longer acting quite like a cock ring anymore, though the sensation of the leather harness rubbing his member would surely have kept his dick out and hard. They, after all, had other things to take care of with him, lashing his wings out to the horizontal spikes of the mast, though Temeraire had never been to sea before and, even though he had listened, sometimes, to Laurence talking about the ocean and sailing, he did not recall the precise term.

“Please… No… I don’t want…”

His cock jerked and twitched, the crew mates laughing and occasionally grabbing at it when they passed him, treating him like a toy, something that was there for their amusement, even if Temeraire was far more important to the ship than that. Although his haunches and legs were down below the level of the deck, his tail hole wedged open by the fat dildo, his cock was out above deck, allowing the crew to manhandle it, growing more confident as they jacked him off, tightening the bonds at the base of his cock to make sure that there was no way for him to retract, not even in his fear. Of course, they didn’t care for his comfort, only that he was there and accessible for the job that they had to do with him.

Temeraire groaned, the bonds around his shaft’s base tight, so tight, but not so tight that the traitor lure of orgasm could not rise, thickening and throbbing within him.

“No… Please… Don’t…”

He panted heavily, though Laurence’s eyes were not on him, dismissing him even as Temeraire looked to him for comfort. But Temeraire should already have learned that lesson from his training at the loch: comfort was not given to dragons. Humans simply did not see them that way. If a human had taken note of his fear, how he begged for mercy, how he cried out with the deeper grind of the dildo squeezing into him, pushing up inside more, he perhaps would have been sent back for further training. But that was not for Temeraire to concern himself with, not as his prostate was stimulated, more and more of the fat dildo straining him open, grinding over that sensitive patch of nerves, connected to his cock, within his anal passage.

“You see,” the captain of the Allegiance said to Laurence, who attentively stood up tall, his hands folded behind his back. “Dragons are more useful than merely breeding and flying and as airborne weaponry, of course – but I’m sure you already knew that. Here, we may use their wings in the place of sails – a more durable and efficient way of doing things entirely. Sometimes, the dragons can be well-trained enough to hold their wings aloft as sails indefinitely, but we have found that the best way to complete such a dragon sail is to have the wings bound and spread. See, with the binding to the mast – the wings are kept spread so that they can be turned back and forth, as we would a sail. It is good to see the beasts being kept useful, even when taken away from land and not only up in the air too.”

Laurence watched with interest, Temeraire’s wings bound out to either side of him, raised slightly above his head, seeing how that related. The dragon’s cock jutted into the hand of one of the crew, who turned him from left to right, only a couple of feet, testing the mechanism that Temeraire sat on. It would surely have to be locked in place, as they would make fast a sail, of course, when he was in the optimum position for his wings to catch the wind to take them to China.

“That is quite interesting, very efficient,” Laurence said, an eyebrow raised. “Yet the crew seem to be more interested in him than expected.”

The captain laughed, rubbing his beard, only a couple of strands of grey in his neatly trimmed facial hair.

“Indeed! Dragons are also used for entertainment here – to keep up the morale of the crew, you know how it is yourself out at sea. We must use them, undoubtedly, for all they can provide to us, serving their purposes as beasts. Look.”

The captain nodded, bidding Laurence to pay closer attention as Temeraire squirmed and tugged fruitlessly at his bonds.

“Below deck, there is a dildo, smooth, polished wood. That will keep him stimulated and his lower half locked in place, even with the bonds that are now being put in place below deck. The crew will make sure he is impaled fully on it first, but that is only part of what takes their interest in using a dragon’s body. They will, of course, use his cock to adjust the angle of the sail, but there are quite often competitions between different shifts of the crew as to who can make a dragon cum the most, or the farthest… You get the idea of it.”

The captain laughed and Laurence shared a grin with him. Truly, it was an innovative way to use dragons on ships! Though he was personally more interested in how they were rigging Temeraire’s wings so that the finer angles of them could be adjusted, a little more delicate, perhaps, than how one would usually handle a manual sail.

“Also, dragons are an important feature to have on the ship,” the captain nodded, as if something had just come to mind, Temeraire grunting, his cock throbbing and drooling all over the deck, the dildo working its way deeper and deeper up inside him. “They are used as sea serpent bait – none of that old nastiness of sea serpents capsizing boats and sending sailors to their doom, oh no. Not when you have a dragon for them, their favourite kind of bait!”

“Not that they are eaten, no, no,” the captain hastily added when Laurence looked taken aback. “And certainly not such a valuable specimen, that is why we are playing a part in the diplomatic mission of transporting him to China with yourself, of course. But sea serpents take more interest in fucking dragons, any hole does the job for them, so they will pay dragons attention that otherwise the ship would receive. It was discovered entirely by accident, but has proven to be life-changing for many sailors. Sailing has never been as peaceful as it is now, when you consider the beasts of the depths are well-occupied…”

Temeraire was not privy to any of that, breathless and heaving to fill his lungs, again and again, with much-needed air, though his body did not seem to want to obey his whims, not even then. He just wanted to be free, rebelling against his tight bondage, seeing only the other ships around him, the clustered laughs of the crew that he had not considered to be against him on boarding the ship, the water, white and choppy. He had always been bound on land before and not having a fully stable surface beneath him threw the dragon off more than he realised, even as his legs were tied to what felt like posts, further restricting him against the mast.

But it was the deeper and deeper push of the dildo that drove him mad, thrashing and pulling and panting for breath as his need to climax grew. No one had told him that he was denied orgasm, but Temeraire did not suspect that that was very much going to be a part of the voyage, not as he groaned and strained, aching for it. He did not have to hold back, his body permitted it, but he did not feel that one orgasm would be enough, some part of him, the debased, kinky part that had responded, in training, to humiliation, even against his will, craving it.

Yet what the deepest, darkest parts of a dragon’s mind wanted and what he thought he wanted could conflict one another, physically aroused even while he rebelled and fought, cock harder and harder. His length drooled, the crew stepping back to watch him once he had been rigged up, though there was still someone, or multiple someones, below deck, ensuring that every inch of the dildo was sunk into him. Where the dildo was placed and locked down seemed to be rising, like a fucking machine that he had seen with shockingly clever engineering at the training facility, but he hoped that it would not drive him insane like that one had.

Of course, anything that Temeraire wanted was not within his realm of control anymore, not in any way. He was there, the dildo sliding deeper, straining him open, forcing him to acknowledge the pleasure, even though the dragon did not want it to be there at all. He heaved and tried to free his wings, though even his legs had been bound to his chest, tucked up in sleeves that secured them away easily, for they were not needed.

With the lack of motion, he was forced to feel every inch of the sex toy as it rammed deeper, someone grunting, cranking a wheel, using his bound tail to drag him down into place. He must have managed to move his haunches slightly, but they would only fix that bondage as he was yanked back down, forced to take every single inch of it as he clenched his teeth, not even bothering to beg anymore.

There was no point, not that time, not as he wailed in orgasm, unable to help himself. A shuddering sense of his body being out of his control enveloped him, trying to thrust, driven by his climax, following the path of lust. Jets of cum shot out across the deck, the crew yelling and dodging, though they were grinning, as if it was all that they had expected. Temeraire spent himself, throb after throb of thick cum leaving him, splattering the deck, panting heavily, though nothing softened the biting edge of tightness in his chest.

A sail… A cum-giving dragon sail. There was no other use for him on the ship, not during the long, long voyage to China.

He loathed himself for it, for giving in so easily, thinking that, even then, he should have been able to hold off for longer, should have been able to restrain himself, to show that he was not so easily bound and taken advantage of. Yet a body that yearned for debasement, for control, could not be controlled, once more, by the mind that had once ruled it, and his training, at least, had blurred the line between what Temeraire wanted and what he thought he wanted.

In all truth, there was no telling whether his kinky needs had been indoctrinated into him during his training or if they had been present for many years beforehand… That was the beauty of it, making the dragon doubt their own nature, bringing them into line as a sexual being, one that only knew of the lust that they craved, that they could deliver, forced into cruder and lewder kink after kink, all to please humans. And humans would use them and their bodies however they pleased.

Heaving and panting, he slumped against his bonds, though hardly moved at all, for they were simply that tight. Finally, he was in the position that they’d wanted him, the dildo buried under his tail, his tail bound and secured, most of his body on show up on the fan-shape of the dragon deck. He faced down the length of the ship, but he was not proud of it, his head hanging, though they didn’t need him to raise his head for him to do his job as a sail, of course not. His wings had been spread out to the sides and above him, though Temeraire had not taken in how much rope and rigging had come into play there, so trussed up that the dragon had no idea how long it would take them to release him again, at the end.

His eyes scanned over Laurence, but he knew help was not coming, even if he could not yet accept his fate as a dragon slave, a slave to humans, set to serve them until the end of his days. Leather and rope on his body, new, not his harness, connected him to the forward mast and the one behind it, stretching him out between them, just like a sail. He could not relax, his body arched out with his head and hindlegs back and his hips crudely shoved forward. He would have dangled in the leather and rope if his bonds had not been as tight as they were, but he would only see in time how the dildo would be the torment of his trip.

The sex toy, of course, was connected to a small platform and mechanical machinery, which could be forced into locomotion through the movement of water through a channel of the ship, using waterpower to control it. Fire could be used too, but that was something that was not often used on board ships, even if it was the steam channelled forcibly through the locomotory part of the device that would make it thrust and thrust like a dragon that had been denied sex for months on end already. Within, it would be able to thrust and rotate into his tail hole, abusing him through the voyage.

The only way left to Temeraire in movement was controlled by the crew, adjusting his wings via the rigging or rotating his entire body with his cock, using it as nothing more than a handle.

As Laurence nodded approvingly, Temeraire groaned and hung, though was still forced to arch out, nothing more than a bound dragon sail.

The voyage had begun.