Lost in Translation
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
6,138
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
4
Part Four
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As soon as the bonds were untied, his knees gave out and he collapsed to the deck with a thud. He landed on his stomach, almost completely motionless. A crewmember brought forward a bucket of saltwater and poured it onto Jack’s raw, horridly marred back. The pirate cried out and attempted to scramble away. The sturdy sole of a boot stepped onto his back, pressing him to lie flat. Jack yelped through his uneven breaths.
“Thirty looks good on ya, Jack,” Barbossa observed above him. “Feelin’ tired yet?”
Sparrow coughed roughly. After he regained some strength, he cocked his head and weakly whispered, “No.”
Barbossa pushed his foot down harder. Jack whimpered in response. “I couldn’t hear ya.”
Jack licked his lips and spoke louder, “No.” He knew it was probably not one of the smartest replies, but he did not want Barbossa thinking him helpless and cowardly. Not now.
“A fine answer.”
The captain lifted Jack to his feet, took hold of his wrist, and strongly pulled him to his quarters. Once they were inside, the door was shut, and Jack was hurled against the nearest wall. His legs quaked tremendously, but he was determined to stay standing. He winced visibly upon impact, despite his attempts to contain it. Blood continued to leak from the wounds on his face and even more so on his back, making Barbossa thrilled to see.
Before he knew it, Barbossa was right in front of him with a devilish grin and amusement in his eyes. They were so close; Jack could feel the scoundrel’s warm exhales on his already perspiring skin. A hand gripped Sparrow’s chin firmly to force the long-haired pirate to look at him directly. Jack could only see the captain successfully with his right eye, for his left had swelled more, making it unable to open.
Fury pulsed through Sparrow’s veins. His chest heaved up and down as he panted, and Barbossa’s gaze focused on the area for a brief period before flickering over the rest of Jack’s being. When he met the younger man’s defiant stare once more, he chuckled quietly.
“Jack…..Jack…..You always belonged to this ship,” he stated venomously. “Now, you belong to her and to me.”
His knee went between Sparrow’s thighs and pushed upward gently. Jack made a sound of protest at the pressure applied to his sensitive area. He shifted to try to get free, but Barbossa held him securely in place.
Barbossa tilted and turned Jack’s head, then let his lips ghost over the male’s jaw. Jack swallowed; his breathing increased rapidly. At last the captain put them to Sparrow’s own lips for a tender kiss.
It did not last long.
With great speed, Sparrow pushed his captor from him and scurried toward the other side of the room. He did not make it far, however. Barbossa’s fingers clasped around his arm, turned him to face him, and moved both his hands to the sides of Jack’s torso. Sharp fingernails dug brutally into the incredibly torn flesh of Sparrow’s back. Jack’s spine arched in an effort to break away from what felt like knives, and his mouth opened as he practically screamed from the agony, but he was hurriedly muffled when Barbossa kissed him viciously. Their forms were pressed tightly against one another’s as the nails continued to bore into the tender injuries. Jack’s oral cavity was being aggressively copulated by a hot tongue. It made it drastically worse due to the fact that he was already finding it extremely difficult to breathe from the overwhelming distress he suffered from his ripped back. He struggled frantically like a mouse in the talons of an owl, scorned tears trickling helplessly from his eyes.
Barbossa broke contact and threw Jack to the floor. Jack landed with a soft whine. He started to crawl slowly away until he dropped to the hard surface just mere feet from where he began. He longed to be rendered unconscious, even death; anything except having to be aware of what was occurring.
The captain took a fistful of his victim’s dark brown locks and kept hold as he treaded toward the bed. A vague noise escaped Jack’s lips, and he followed as quickly as he could on the floor. When they reached the destination, Barbossa lifted Sparrow and tossed him onto the piece of furniture. Sparrow was divested of his clothing from the waist down within seconds, leaving him to lie wholly naked before his former first mate. He had never felt so vulnerable, so barren. His body shrieked for solace and trembled involuntarily.
It was not long until Barbossa had shed the last of his clothes. Without a word, he turned Jack over to lie on his stomach. Jack’s heart pounded in his chest. He desperately wished to be knocked out, to not have to endure the exploitation of his body for the entertainment of a sadistic man.
He braced himself on his hands as his hips were hoisted upward. Barbossa penetrated him powerfully without warning, making him wail in misery and shame. The lust-driven captain provided no scrap of mercy to Jack’s beaten frame as he thrust in and out of him barbarically. Jack’s fingers clutched the bed linens like they were a life-line. He allowed small whimpers to come from his parted lips that mixed with the low grunting above him. The area spun around him when he tried to focus, and his vision became terribly blurry.
Soon, it all changed to black and Sparrow passed out.
****
As soon as the bonds were untied, his knees gave out and he collapsed to the deck with a thud. He landed on his stomach, almost completely motionless. A crewmember brought forward a bucket of saltwater and poured it onto Jack’s raw, horridly marred back. The pirate cried out and attempted to scramble away. The sturdy sole of a boot stepped onto his back, pressing him to lie flat. Jack yelped through his uneven breaths.
“Thirty looks good on ya, Jack,” Barbossa observed above him. “Feelin’ tired yet?”
Sparrow coughed roughly. After he regained some strength, he cocked his head and weakly whispered, “No.”
Barbossa pushed his foot down harder. Jack whimpered in response. “I couldn’t hear ya.”
Jack licked his lips and spoke louder, “No.” He knew it was probably not one of the smartest replies, but he did not want Barbossa thinking him helpless and cowardly. Not now.
“A fine answer.”
The captain lifted Jack to his feet, took hold of his wrist, and strongly pulled him to his quarters. Once they were inside, the door was shut, and Jack was hurled against the nearest wall. His legs quaked tremendously, but he was determined to stay standing. He winced visibly upon impact, despite his attempts to contain it. Blood continued to leak from the wounds on his face and even more so on his back, making Barbossa thrilled to see.
Before he knew it, Barbossa was right in front of him with a devilish grin and amusement in his eyes. They were so close; Jack could feel the scoundrel’s warm exhales on his already perspiring skin. A hand gripped Sparrow’s chin firmly to force the long-haired pirate to look at him directly. Jack could only see the captain successfully with his right eye, for his left had swelled more, making it unable to open.
Fury pulsed through Sparrow’s veins. His chest heaved up and down as he panted, and Barbossa’s gaze focused on the area for a brief period before flickering over the rest of Jack’s being. When he met the younger man’s defiant stare once more, he chuckled quietly.
“Jack…..Jack…..You always belonged to this ship,” he stated venomously. “Now, you belong to her and to me.”
His knee went between Sparrow’s thighs and pushed upward gently. Jack made a sound of protest at the pressure applied to his sensitive area. He shifted to try to get free, but Barbossa held him securely in place.
Barbossa tilted and turned Jack’s head, then let his lips ghost over the male’s jaw. Jack swallowed; his breathing increased rapidly. At last the captain put them to Sparrow’s own lips for a tender kiss.
It did not last long.
With great speed, Sparrow pushed his captor from him and scurried toward the other side of the room. He did not make it far, however. Barbossa’s fingers clasped around his arm, turned him to face him, and moved both his hands to the sides of Jack’s torso. Sharp fingernails dug brutally into the incredibly torn flesh of Sparrow’s back. Jack’s spine arched in an effort to break away from what felt like knives, and his mouth opened as he practically screamed from the agony, but he was hurriedly muffled when Barbossa kissed him viciously. Their forms were pressed tightly against one another’s as the nails continued to bore into the tender injuries. Jack’s oral cavity was being aggressively copulated by a hot tongue. It made it drastically worse due to the fact that he was already finding it extremely difficult to breathe from the overwhelming distress he suffered from his ripped back. He struggled frantically like a mouse in the talons of an owl, scorned tears trickling helplessly from his eyes.
Barbossa broke contact and threw Jack to the floor. Jack landed with a soft whine. He started to crawl slowly away until he dropped to the hard surface just mere feet from where he began. He longed to be rendered unconscious, even death; anything except having to be aware of what was occurring.
The captain took a fistful of his victim’s dark brown locks and kept hold as he treaded toward the bed. A vague noise escaped Jack’s lips, and he followed as quickly as he could on the floor. When they reached the destination, Barbossa lifted Sparrow and tossed him onto the piece of furniture. Sparrow was divested of his clothing from the waist down within seconds, leaving him to lie wholly naked before his former first mate. He had never felt so vulnerable, so barren. His body shrieked for solace and trembled involuntarily.
It was not long until Barbossa had shed the last of his clothes. Without a word, he turned Jack over to lie on his stomach. Jack’s heart pounded in his chest. He desperately wished to be knocked out, to not have to endure the exploitation of his body for the entertainment of a sadistic man.
He braced himself on his hands as his hips were hoisted upward. Barbossa penetrated him powerfully without warning, making him wail in misery and shame. The lust-driven captain provided no scrap of mercy to Jack’s beaten frame as he thrust in and out of him barbarically. Jack’s fingers clutched the bed linens like they were a life-line. He allowed small whimpers to come from his parted lips that mixed with the low grunting above him. The area spun around him when he tried to focus, and his vision became terribly blurry.
Soon, it all changed to black and Sparrow passed out.