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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Sparrington
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Adult ++
Chapters:
26
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5,889
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61
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Chapter 14 - Of Lust and Leather
A Pleasant Holiday – by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Norrington/Jack, Will/Norrington/Jack, Will/Jack, Elizabeth/Anamaria (implied).
NC-17
Copyright: Characters, not mine, see the mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / and * are used for thoughts. * is used for COMMODORE Norrington exclusively, and / is used for the softer James Norrington and for everyone else. Don’t ask…just read and you’ll understand.
Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble BetaGoddess!
Summary: Commodore Norrington is on holiday, and finds that Jack Sparrow has gotten himself in trouble again. Torture, Violence, Lemon, Slash, Angst.
NOTE: I'm a Review Whore and a Fire Eater, so bring on the reviews and flames! I have a pet muse and a pet demon, so if you don’t review I’ll sick my demon on you…
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Chapter 14 – Of Lust and Leather
James had fought at first. Sparrow was NOT allowed out of his quarters except with escort! Sparrow was also a sailor, and knew exactly how to tie knots that would not come undone, unfortunately.
There was nothing he could do short of knocking himself over, which would have been futile anyway. Admitting this, he relaxed.
He fell asleep, finally, figuring if Jack didn’t come back and wake him up, the guard with breakfast would do so in the morning, no matter how embarrassing that would be. He personally hoped it was Jack.
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James drifted back to consciousness to something tickling his ear. Keeping his eyes closed, he concentrated on it. Soft…moving slowly…feeling OH so wonderful…it felt like—“Mmmmph!” He whipped his head around, opening his eyes to find Jack Sparrow standing next to him, naked, nose-to-nose with him, grinning.
“You moved, love.” He turned James’ head back and started nibbling at his ear again. “Can’t move like that when ye’re bein’ plundered. Ye migh’ have lost an ear in the nibble.”
James started talking, muffled completely by the gag. Jack chuckled. “What, havin’ trouble speakin’, love? Do I inspire you to quiet admiration? Or are you havin’ a bit of a problem with that gag in your mouth? Speak up.” James muffled again, his eyebrows angry. Jack laughed. “All righ’, love! One gag, comin’ off.” He untied the sash and removed the gag.
James took a deep breath. “Where did you go? You know you’re not allowed out of my quarters! Had you been caught, they would have brought you back in chains.”
“Couldn’t help it, love. The oil wasn’t in your desk, so I had to go and get me own. Besides, I needed a nice walk. Brought along a little bag of goodies for us too. I think you’ll like it.” Jack walked into the bedroom and brought out the bottle of oil and the bag that he’d taken from the Pearl. James wasn’t sure that he liked the look of the bag…. Jack rummaged around in it, and brought out a set of four leather manacles with a collar and some leather straps. The manacles and collar appeared to have a padded lining. He brought these over to James, fastening them around his neck, wrists and ankles, threading the leather straps through the iron loop, locking them into place while undoing the ropes, and then leading James over to the coffee table by a long leash on the collar, bidding him to lie down.
James was becoming aroused just by being locked into the manacles, so he did as he was asked. The padding was sheepskin, and was extremely comfortable. Jack brought the straps down under the table one by one to attach to the table legs and pulled them tight, then walked back to the bag. He reached in and pulled out two tiny versions of the collar, one smaller than the other, but with no padding. He brought the tiny collars and the bottle of oil over to the table and looked thoughtfully down at James. “Now to get down to some serious plunderin’.” He opened the first miniature collar, took a hold of James’ manhood and sac in one hand, and attached the collar tight enough that James yelped.
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
“I do believe that I’m plunderin’, and if you would kindly shut up, I won’t have to gag you again.” He put the other one barely above the sack just on James’ organ, and pulled it very tight as well. He attached the leash from the collar around James’ neck to the collars around his throbbing member, and pulled it taut. He stepped back. “I daresay you will be good for plunderin’ all night.”
James lifted his head to look at Jack, who was grinning like a child with a Christmas present. “What’s that for?! It hurts!”
“Yes, it does, love. But the pain will go down a bit, after we’ve had some fun.” Jack opened the bottle of oil and dripped a little onto his fingers. Then he moved closer to James’ manhood and took it in his mouth. James threw his head back and moaned.
Jack lifted his head for a moment, and put a finger to his lips. “Shhh. Don’t want to be wakin’ the whelp. This is my plunder, luv.” He plunged the rock hard member into his mouth again, licking around the glans, sucking it. He moved one hand to James’ nipple, and pinched it, flicked a fingernail on it, fondling it lovingly, rolling the hard nub between his fingers. James moaned again. Jack stood up. “Well, James. Ye can’t keep yer mouth shut, so I’ll have t’do it for you.” He walked back to the bag and brought out a leather hood something like a headsman would wear, with a lead attached to a leather ball where the mouth should be, and no eyeholes. Jack brought it over to James and put it on him, the ball fitting into his mouth, strapping it around the back of his head. He could neither see nor speak, and his hearing was very muffled. Jack leaned down very close to his ears. “Now I can plunder in peace.”
His manhood was drawn back into Jack’s mouth, the pirate bringing him ever closer to completion with his teasing. The mouth left him, and then, he felt light touches all over his body, tiny feather kisses on his nipples, then nothing. Suddenly, he felt a tickling sensation on his belly, not fingers, not lips or tongue, he was sure of that. But it felt stimulating, wickedly beautiful…until it reached his sides, when James started screaming. The tickling continued, switching from one side of his waist to the other, sometimes drawing a swirled line between them, gliding over his nipples, delighting him, bringing him ever so close to total abandon and release. He strained in his bonds, alternately moaning and screaming uncontrollably into the gag.
As suddenly as it started, it stopped.
James lay there, helpless, so close to issue, he had tears in his eyes beneath the mask. He moaned and yelled incoherently into the gag, throwing his head about in total frustration. All of a sudden, someone settled over his hips, a hand massaging oil all over his member, the hand gripping and guiding his manhood into a hot, tight opening. He started bucking from his helpless position, unable to cum because of the tight collars on his organ. He strained at his bonds, the ache in his balls so intense that he thought he would die. And then, was afraid he wouldn’t. His body kept twisting and straining, his hips rising off of the table with such force that he lifted the body impaled upon his manhood clear off of the table.
The body now leaned lean down onto him, rocking back and forth, taking his member inside them and out. On the forward rock, a tongue delicately licked his nipple. The tickle returned, this time keeping to his other nipple, keeping it erect, making him moan and writhe in his bonds. The tickle stopped. The hot tightness above him, enclosing him, tensed, tightening even more in the throes of pleasure; a hot fluid splashing on his chest and stomach. The restraints about his suffering member and sac released all at once, and he came, his seed a fountain, spilling deeply into the heat above him. In the intensity of his issue, it was difficult to breath. And still he continued to cum. He saw stars inside the mask; his seed spilled out around his length. He believed he was dying. “Tis only a ‘little death,’ my darling,” Jack soothed from the center of their souls. “Die for me now?” He truly knew heaven; he collapsed unconscious.
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TBC
A/N: Now REVIEW! It's not hard!
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Norrington/Jack, Will/Norrington/Jack, Will/Jack, Elizabeth/Anamaria (implied).
NC-17
Copyright: Characters, not mine, see the mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / and * are used for thoughts. * is used for COMMODORE Norrington exclusively, and / is used for the softer James Norrington and for everyone else. Don’t ask…just read and you’ll understand.
Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble BetaGoddess!
Summary: Commodore Norrington is on holiday, and finds that Jack Sparrow has gotten himself in trouble again. Torture, Violence, Lemon, Slash, Angst.
NOTE: I'm a Review Whore and a Fire Eater, so bring on the reviews and flames! I have a pet muse and a pet demon, so if you don’t review I’ll sick my demon on you…
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Chapter 14 – Of Lust and Leather
James had fought at first. Sparrow was NOT allowed out of his quarters except with escort! Sparrow was also a sailor, and knew exactly how to tie knots that would not come undone, unfortunately.
There was nothing he could do short of knocking himself over, which would have been futile anyway. Admitting this, he relaxed.
He fell asleep, finally, figuring if Jack didn’t come back and wake him up, the guard with breakfast would do so in the morning, no matter how embarrassing that would be. He personally hoped it was Jack.
* - * - *
James drifted back to consciousness to something tickling his ear. Keeping his eyes closed, he concentrated on it. Soft…moving slowly…feeling OH so wonderful…it felt like—“Mmmmph!” He whipped his head around, opening his eyes to find Jack Sparrow standing next to him, naked, nose-to-nose with him, grinning.
“You moved, love.” He turned James’ head back and started nibbling at his ear again. “Can’t move like that when ye’re bein’ plundered. Ye migh’ have lost an ear in the nibble.”
James started talking, muffled completely by the gag. Jack chuckled. “What, havin’ trouble speakin’, love? Do I inspire you to quiet admiration? Or are you havin’ a bit of a problem with that gag in your mouth? Speak up.” James muffled again, his eyebrows angry. Jack laughed. “All righ’, love! One gag, comin’ off.” He untied the sash and removed the gag.
James took a deep breath. “Where did you go? You know you’re not allowed out of my quarters! Had you been caught, they would have brought you back in chains.”
“Couldn’t help it, love. The oil wasn’t in your desk, so I had to go and get me own. Besides, I needed a nice walk. Brought along a little bag of goodies for us too. I think you’ll like it.” Jack walked into the bedroom and brought out the bottle of oil and the bag that he’d taken from the Pearl. James wasn’t sure that he liked the look of the bag…. Jack rummaged around in it, and brought out a set of four leather manacles with a collar and some leather straps. The manacles and collar appeared to have a padded lining. He brought these over to James, fastening them around his neck, wrists and ankles, threading the leather straps through the iron loop, locking them into place while undoing the ropes, and then leading James over to the coffee table by a long leash on the collar, bidding him to lie down.
James was becoming aroused just by being locked into the manacles, so he did as he was asked. The padding was sheepskin, and was extremely comfortable. Jack brought the straps down under the table one by one to attach to the table legs and pulled them tight, then walked back to the bag. He reached in and pulled out two tiny versions of the collar, one smaller than the other, but with no padding. He brought the tiny collars and the bottle of oil over to the table and looked thoughtfully down at James. “Now to get down to some serious plunderin’.” He opened the first miniature collar, took a hold of James’ manhood and sac in one hand, and attached the collar tight enough that James yelped.
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
“I do believe that I’m plunderin’, and if you would kindly shut up, I won’t have to gag you again.” He put the other one barely above the sack just on James’ organ, and pulled it very tight as well. He attached the leash from the collar around James’ neck to the collars around his throbbing member, and pulled it taut. He stepped back. “I daresay you will be good for plunderin’ all night.”
James lifted his head to look at Jack, who was grinning like a child with a Christmas present. “What’s that for?! It hurts!”
“Yes, it does, love. But the pain will go down a bit, after we’ve had some fun.” Jack opened the bottle of oil and dripped a little onto his fingers. Then he moved closer to James’ manhood and took it in his mouth. James threw his head back and moaned.
Jack lifted his head for a moment, and put a finger to his lips. “Shhh. Don’t want to be wakin’ the whelp. This is my plunder, luv.” He plunged the rock hard member into his mouth again, licking around the glans, sucking it. He moved one hand to James’ nipple, and pinched it, flicked a fingernail on it, fondling it lovingly, rolling the hard nub between his fingers. James moaned again. Jack stood up. “Well, James. Ye can’t keep yer mouth shut, so I’ll have t’do it for you.” He walked back to the bag and brought out a leather hood something like a headsman would wear, with a lead attached to a leather ball where the mouth should be, and no eyeholes. Jack brought it over to James and put it on him, the ball fitting into his mouth, strapping it around the back of his head. He could neither see nor speak, and his hearing was very muffled. Jack leaned down very close to his ears. “Now I can plunder in peace.”
His manhood was drawn back into Jack’s mouth, the pirate bringing him ever closer to completion with his teasing. The mouth left him, and then, he felt light touches all over his body, tiny feather kisses on his nipples, then nothing. Suddenly, he felt a tickling sensation on his belly, not fingers, not lips or tongue, he was sure of that. But it felt stimulating, wickedly beautiful…until it reached his sides, when James started screaming. The tickling continued, switching from one side of his waist to the other, sometimes drawing a swirled line between them, gliding over his nipples, delighting him, bringing him ever so close to total abandon and release. He strained in his bonds, alternately moaning and screaming uncontrollably into the gag.
As suddenly as it started, it stopped.
James lay there, helpless, so close to issue, he had tears in his eyes beneath the mask. He moaned and yelled incoherently into the gag, throwing his head about in total frustration. All of a sudden, someone settled over his hips, a hand massaging oil all over his member, the hand gripping and guiding his manhood into a hot, tight opening. He started bucking from his helpless position, unable to cum because of the tight collars on his organ. He strained at his bonds, the ache in his balls so intense that he thought he would die. And then, was afraid he wouldn’t. His body kept twisting and straining, his hips rising off of the table with such force that he lifted the body impaled upon his manhood clear off of the table.
The body now leaned lean down onto him, rocking back and forth, taking his member inside them and out. On the forward rock, a tongue delicately licked his nipple. The tickle returned, this time keeping to his other nipple, keeping it erect, making him moan and writhe in his bonds. The tickle stopped. The hot tightness above him, enclosing him, tensed, tightening even more in the throes of pleasure; a hot fluid splashing on his chest and stomach. The restraints about his suffering member and sac released all at once, and he came, his seed a fountain, spilling deeply into the heat above him. In the intensity of his issue, it was difficult to breath. And still he continued to cum. He saw stars inside the mask; his seed spilled out around his length. He believed he was dying. “Tis only a ‘little death,’ my darling,” Jack soothed from the center of their souls. “Die for me now?” He truly knew heaven; he collapsed unconscious.
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TBC
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