Witch

Witch, by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Jack/Others, Jack/Will. NC-17.

Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.

Typing convention: / is used for thoughts.

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Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink and her magnificent Jackal! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble BetaGoddess!

Summary: What did Jack do to be tortured so? He would love to know. Torture, Rape, Lemon, Slash.

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Chapter 13 – Debauchment

Dr. Abernathy’s breath caught in his throat. He remembered the previous evening, albeit vaguely—though it was so hazy that he’d thought that he’d dreamt it. But there was Captain Sparrow, leering, looking like it really happened. He tentatively stepped forward. “Captain?”

“Never between lovers. I’m Jack, luv.”

“Jack, I’m sorry for—“

Jack’s eyes twinkled as he grinned broadly. “For fallin’ on me foot? I forgive ye.” The grin melted into a heartfelt smile. “But I thought you’d already made up for that by your amorous exploits last night. It certainly made me forget any pain I’d felt.”

“No…I mean…I’m sorry for—“

Jack looked at him sternly. “Be sorry for nothin’, good Dr. Tim. Take what ye can, and give nothin’ back. That’s part of the Code.” His face softened. “Tim, you are an affectionate, loving man with so much pent up, frustrated energy in your loins that it pains me to watch you try to hide it. Now come over here so that I can get rid of some more of that frustration before you explode.” He leaned forward enough to grab Tim and pull him to the bed. Tim stood there, not knowing what to do, so Jack started undressing him, tossing his clothes across the room to land on the table.

Tim blushed redder with every garment. “Cap—er—Jack…I’ve never done this before. Or at least before last night.”

“Could have fooled me, love. Have you at least been with a lady?”

“Never. It would have been a sin.”

“I see. So I was your first, then? I feel honored.” Tim helped Jack remove the breeches. Jack pulled him in by the waist, watching his flaccid manhood as it came closer, and breathed in the aroma that was Tim. He leaned down and swiftly, without warning engulfed Tim’s member and sac into his mouth and ran his tongue along the base while gently humming his favorite song. Tim moaned and almost doubled over from the pleasure. His organ began to come alive, and very soon, Jack had to choose which part to keep in his mouth. He moved his mouth up slightly, allowing Tim’s sac to spill out of his mouth, letting the rapidly expanding manhood fill his mouth and extend way down his throat. He bobbed his head slowly, savoring Tim’s taste and texture; the doctor almost losing his footing as his knees grew weak.

Jack chuckled, pulling off of Tim’s growing manhood. “Perhaps you should join me in the bed before I have to join you on the floor.” Tim climbed over Jack into the huge bed, and Jack quickly moved back to Tim’s now throbbing member, looked at the sheer size of it and smiled broadly, his eyes twinkling. “Love, denying such perfection to the world is a sin in and of itself.” Touching a gentle kiss on the tip, Jack let his tongue caress the crown, pulling back the foreskin to give himself access.

Tim looked down to watch Jack and whimpered in pleasure. “Jack, tell me what to do. I want to bring you pleasure too.”

“Just lie there, Tim. I’ll let ye know if I need something.” He took the massive thirteen-inch organ in both hands and started massaging up and down its length. Then he tried to swallow the whole member down his throat. He started choking a little after eleven inches and pulled off again, his eyes huge and watering. “Tim, you’re just too much man for now. I’m going to need to practice for ye, love. And that’s a compliment from me.” He reached under the mattress and pulled out a small bottle of oil. “Tim, you’ve set me a challenge just from your sheer size. I MUST somehow fit all of ye inside me somehow. Now, I need ye ta help ol’ Jack with this.” Being very gentle with his healing foot, placed a pillow on the bed by his hip, and rolled onto it. “I need ye to reposition me so that you know my foot won’t get worse, yet lift my arse high enough to push yourself inside me.”

Tim looked horrified. “But that will hurt you!”

“No, Tim. My need t’have ye inside me gives me quite an ache, and only by embedding your lovely self into me to the hilt will alleviate that pain. Here...oil yourself up good and let’s have a go, eh? You’re torturin’ me by NOT doin’ it!” Tim took a deep breath and opened the bottle. He applied it to his entire length lavishly and pressed the huge crown to Jack’s rear entrance, pushing slightly. Jack concentrated on relaxing his muscles completely. Once he was sure he was ready, he let out a deep breath. “Push hard, Tim.” Tim obliged, and as the head pushed past the little ring of muscle, Jack grunted, trying not to scream. The wonderfully tight feeling on Tim’s organ made him moan and push harder, wanting to bury himself into Jack, his girth so huge in girth as he passed Jack’s sweet spot, he rubbed hard against it. Jack shrieked, seeing white. Tim suddenly slammed eleven of his thirteen inches into him. “More! Just a little more, Tim! Gods you’ve a gift! Now push again. I want to feel you against me.”

Tim inched in slowly until he felt the head of his length pressing against a wall. He changed his position slightly, finding a more comfortable angle, and pushed the rest of the way in. As he rested against Jack’s backside, Jack drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, tears in his eyes. He felt like he’d been spit by a yardarm, and the pain was, for the first time in many years, more than the pleasure. He consciously relaxed his muscles again, not realizing that he’d tightened them as Tim had pushed in completely.

Jack put his hand on his gut, amazed that he could feel Tim’s manhood sheathed deep in his body. He massaged the huge fullness that was Tim’s shaft, rippling his gut like a belly dancer. The pain was turning into a delicious ache that he REALLY didn’t want Tim to stop. “Tim, relax where you are. Let’s see what I can do.” His own hot member, trapped between his belly and the pillow begged for release. Jack fought for control, continuing the delicious massaging of Tim’s incredible cock working so deep into his own heat with his hand and his belly muscles.

Tim bent forward onto Jack’s back and kissed his neck right behind the ear.

That was all it took. Jack started cumming hard, screaming Tim’s name and clawing at the bed. His muscles all contracted hard at once, turning the sheath around Tim’s member into a moving vice, milking the hot seed out of Tim’s organ deep into Jack’s body.

They lay there, basking in the afterglow, Tim’s member still deep inside of Jack. Jack put a hand up and tugged on Tim’s neck. “Tim, you are a right fine pirate,” he breathed.

“Hmmm?”

“Ye plundered me completely.”

Tim moved up onto his arms. We should reposition for your foot.”

“I’m fine, Tim. Just lie down as you were and rest. I like the feel of ye inside me.”

“But Jack, I’m sure I hurt you.”

“Now see here, Tim. There’s hurt and then there’s hurt, if you take my meanin’. That pain that you gave me gave much more pleasure than pain. In fact, later I believe I’ll show you just what I mean. But for now, just suffice it to say that you made me feel very good today. So now, Tim, lay back down and we can rest together.”

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Jack woke as Tim moved off him, his manhood slipping free of Jack’s entrance. Jack rolled off of the pillow to discover just how much he enjoyed Tim. The pillow and his belly were so loaded with Jack’s seed that he had to have spilled two or three times at once. /Yes, Tim. You are truly a man of reckoning./ Tim dressed quickly and left through the door connecting the two cabins, blushing.

Will strode in grinning as he saw Jack wiping off his seed. “Looks like you enjoyed yourself several times.”

“Whelp, this was from a single tumble with Tim. That man is gifted. You always bragged about me bein’ able to swallow a yardarm. Well, Dr. Tim was too much for me. He was almost too much for my arse! So how’s the fleet doin’?”

“I want to bring Norrington out for a look.” Will went to the door between the cabins and knocked.

Norrington came to the door, wearing Will’s clothes wigless and unshaven. His hair was tied back in a single herringbone braid. “Yes? I’m afraid the doctor is asleep.”

“Commodore, could you see your way clear to stand watch in the crow’s nest? I’d like you to observe what is happening and give me your advice first hand. If it pleases you, that is.”

Norrington grinned. “Of course. It’s been a while, but I believe I can find my way up the ratlines.”

Jack looked him up and down. “Commodore, that braid looks a lot like your wigs. Obviously naval at the least. Will, get our guest a clean scarf.” He looked back at Norrington. “And you might consider goin’ barefoot. No commodore of his majesty’s navy would EVER do THAT, and maybe those cutthroats out there will discount any resemblance between our guest and their enemy...though you look familiar, mate, even so...I just can’t quite place it.”

Norrington removed his shoes and stockings and tossed them into the cabin behind him, then took the scarf that Will had gotten for him. After undoing the braid he tied the scarf rakishly around his head, and leaned comfortably against the door jam, his legs and arms crossed, glaring at them, his expression somewhere between sardonic and smirk.

Jack applauded, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “So you DO take that yardarm out yer arse once in a while! My dear Commodore, you look positively RELAXED!” Something tickled his brain. “I swear you look like someone...but that’s impossible.”

Norrington smiled. “Indeed. Yes, Sparrow. I endeavor to relax whenever possible.”

Will realized something. “Commodore, no disrespect intended, but we can’t call you Commodore Norrington on deck or in front of the fleet. What would you prefer to be called?”

“My given name is James.”

Jack snorted. “Too highbrow for a pirate, mate. Jamie’s good, or Jim. So which’ll it be?” He grinned.

“Jamie is acceptable, it is what my brother called me. Will, do you have any kind of roster of pirate captains by any chance?”

“Yes, they all signed a fleet’s articles, so to speak. Names, ships, number of guns and crew, just about anything that may be useful.” He went to the desk and pulled out a ledger. “Here it is.”

Norrington took the book, skimming through it. About half way through, he stopped, looking intently at the page, his mouth open in surprise. “Hmm...Sixteen gun frigate, a hundred fifty-two men. Interesting.”

Jack’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked over at him. “There’s got to be close to a hundred frigates with those specifications, Jamie. What’s so special about that one?”

“Captain Sparrow, have you ever heard of a pirate by the name of Robert Norris?”

Jack smiled inwardly at Norrington’s use of his title. “Aye. I’ve had drinks with him a few times. Even got together for mutual profit once. Why? You readin’ about him? He had an eight gun sloop when I knew him.”

“Exactly. And now he has doubled his abilities. He’s done rather well for himself, actually. I’m quite surprised, as I thought he would be dead by now.”

Jack looked at him suspiciously, half a grin on his face. “Jamie, I remember Norris, and you just reminded me of some particulars. I remember his voice was very much like yours, and if you could see through that beard of his, he had those same green eyes you have. Lookin’ at you, I’d swear you were him, now that I think about it. Is there something you’re not telling us, Jamie-luv?”

Jamie put the ledger inside his shirt before he fixed his gaze on Jack, and explained in a low but neutral voice, “Yes, Jack. Robert Norris is indeed, my brother. The family looks as him as dead. Are you happy?” He looked upset.

/And how do you feel about that Jamie?/ Their eyes locked, intensely focused. “More than brother mate. It must be nigh on impossible tryin’ t’hunt down your own twin.”

“Indeed.”

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TBC