To Feel Once More

Chapter One

Will Turner winced as the dirty knife cut his palm open. Captain Barbossa pressed the gold medallion into the younger
man's wound, smearing Will’s blood onto the final piece of the cursed Aztec gold and dropped it into the stone chest. All
the gold pieces had been returned, the blood repaid.

The pirates before him cheered, splashing in the water excitedly and making a mad dash back to the Black Pearl for food.
Even the pirates holding Will had let go of him and fled.

As the cheers of the other pirates died down, Will realized that Captain Barbossa remained behind, staring at him with a
lustful longing that sent shivers down the blacksmith’s spine. Will was defenseless without a weapon, and he wondered just
what Barbossa wanted with him now that the curse was lifted.

Will’s eyes scanned the room for a weapon he could use, but amidst all the gold there was nothing.

“You look so much like your father, Will,” Barbossa’s rough voice, laced with desire, brought Will’s attention back to
him. “I can hardly stand it. I always had a hard time with him; he never returned my feelings—no, he went for the young
lasses. My only regret about killing him was that nothing had ever happened between us first. But now here you sit, right
in front of me, a younger, fresher version of the one man I wanted but could never have. I guess this is a night of putting
things to rest.”

Will realized the captain’s intentions and tried to make a rur itr it, but Barbossa had been prepared for his escape
attempt and easily caught the younger man. His sword drawn, Barbossa roughly forced the struggling blacksmith to the ground.

“It’s been ten years since I have been able to feel anything, to have my deepest desires fulfilled,” he told Will with the
sword pointed at his throat. “Tonight I will finally be satisfied… you will satisfy me.” Barbossa grinned at the young
man’s struggles as he stradled the younger man's hips.

“You can’t escape me, boy. I’m taller and stronger, and you have no weapon.”

The captain roughly turned Will over onto his stomach and tore the younger man’s shirt open with his sword. A thin, long
line of blood down the middle of Will’s back appeared where the sword had torn both the shirt and the skin. With one rough
hand, he felt up Will’s back and side, while keeping his sword at the younger man’s throat to keep the struggling blacksmith
in check.

Will cringed at the touch, even as he felt the captain’s vile, heavy breathing on his neck. As Barbossa’s body began to
hump against his, the young body was pressed roughly against the uneven layers of gold—one pilegingging cruelly into his
ribcage.

Finally Barbossa removed Will’s pants, taking a moment to caress the cheeks. He undid his own trousers and, with a groan,
found his target and forced himself roughly into Will.

Will barely repressed an outcry at the sharp pain, which was far worse than any pain he had ever experienced before put to
gether. As Barbossa began to thrust, moving the gold beneath them, Will felt a blinding, searing pain through his entire
body. He wished for death as lucid thought left his mind.

The thrusting continued for what felt to Will many hours—all he could think of and feel was Barbossa inside of him,
tearing him up. He tried his hardest not to give into the pain but eventually could not stop a whimper of pain.

Barbossa was enticed by this. Truly he felt he was making up for his ten-year inability to feel anything as the boy was
far more satisfying than he thought.

At last when the climax came Barbossa put his entire body weight into the final thrust, his extreme pleasure heightened by
Will’s near scream. He could hear the sobs that were caught in Will’s throat, and he grinned as he tore himself out of the
young man.

“Satisfying you were, mate,” Barbossa informed Will as he carelessly pulled the motionless man’s pants back up for him.
“Why I bet you’re better than your father would have been.”

Tears finally spilled from Will’s eyes as Barbossa’s maniacal laughter faded into the distance. Many times before, the
young Turner had felt alone—when his mother died, when he had first arrived in Port Royal recovering from the pirate
attack—but never more so than he did now. Now there was no light to pull him back, no hope. Death was as welcome to Will as
the despair he gave into and the darkness took over.

*********

Barbossa hummed cheerfully as he stepped onto the Black Pearl, taking a huge bite into his apple. As he gave orders to
prepare the ship to leave, he looked back to the entrance of the caves where he had left Will.

Smiling widely, Barbossa made his way to the captain’s quarters, where he meant to enjoy a nice glass of wine. Let the
crew handle shipship, he thought. He was enjoying his newfound life, the feel of the air on his skin, the taste of food…
everything. He had finally rid himself of Captain Jack Sparrow for good and there was no threat to him.

And best of all, he had finally gotten William Turner, in the form of his son. ‘Twas a fine day, that was for sure. A
fine day indeed.

TBC

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