The Kiss

To first have been robbed of his freedom and tied to the cold stony ground, was one thing. Will found he could quite bear with the fact. But then the witch had moved to stand, however small, overlooking them both. She’d paced over to Will’s and promptly undone his breeches. What she’d done next, had mortified him beyond anything he thought possible. It now left him filled with disgust over having his most private parts – parts he only dared fondle alone in the dark – caressed by a creepy old witch. Her wrinkled, twiggy fingers had been coated in some hideous smelling substance, and Will now found his privates completely soaked with it. But all right. That was bearable too. The humiliation had passed and he’d survived the onslaught of a crooked old lady. What worried him now, was the ever-increasing burning sensation it left, and upon looking down, Will shuddered at the sight and sensation of his manhood growing. He looked over at her, but she had moved to stand beside Jack, giving him the same treatment. There was nothing enticing about her. She smelled rancid, she was unattractive and creepy. Still, Will was getting an erection. Why? It had to do with the substance, he was sure of it, but there was something more – a catalyst which only made him grow even harder. Caught in a buzz crescendo in his head, Will heard Jack attempting to sweet talk the hag into releasing him, making her impossible promises the way only Jack Sparrow could, but not even his charms had any outwardly effect on her.

Will wished he had a cliff from which to throw himself from. Rising to full mast, his erection jutted willingly out from between the fabric of his breeches. The velvety head was glowing proudly dark reddish, and no matter how Will tried to writhe, he was unable to hide it.

Jack was experiencing the similar effect, though he thought to himself that well, so he was having an erection. Big deal. Next to the Pearl it was his pride and glory. Why hide away such a pleasure? Now, where was the handsome beyond belief wench whom he’d do? Ah, of course. The hag. She would be changing her appearance any minute now. Right? With every minute passing – the fire within him kept growing. Perhaps she was going to spirit away their private parts? Maybe she’d eat them – roast them over a fire and treat herself to a delicious meal with the fruits and the wine? Goodness. He hadn’t thought of that.

He noticed pleasant warmth against his back, and upon turning his attention towards Will, Jack found the former blacksmith mumbling, grinding his back pleasantly against Jack’s.

“No no, William, she’s tryin’ tha’ bewitch us!”

“I swear I was raised a good Christian!” Will moaned, resting the back of his head on Jack’s left shoulder, “I will not give in to this – this unnatural state.”

“Aye, most definitely a spell. I swear, Will, she’s going to cut off our equipment and eat them for supper if we let this go on!”

“God, it burns!” Will moaned into Jack’s ear. He tangled his fingers into Jack’s.

“Fer a eunuch, ye’re quite passionate, Will. Never knew ye had it in ye!”

“She’s trying to make me sin against God!”

“I have a plan. But it requires ye to follow me lead, if ye get me meanin’. It does require a little sinnin’, though.”

“Anything, Jack, anything!”

“In the whole, it’s just a little sin in order to escape the big sin, really, but we can’t begin to be sinnin’ unless we convince her we’re about to commit the big sin which hasn’t happened yet, and if all goes accordin’ to plan won’t be happenin’ at all. Ye followin’, lad?”

Will didn’t reply, he simply moaned into Jack’s ear.

“Aye I hear ye” Jack moaned in return, feeling the blood in his veins boil as Will found his hands beneath the ropes once more, clasping them hard, releasing and then caressing each finger with unspeakable, rhythmic motions easily recognizable to anyone who knew what pumping in and out of a steamy, slick hole, meant.

Jack raised one eyebrow in surprise, very much liking what Will’s needy ministrations was doing to Jack’s groin.

“Why, Will Turner, ye’re almost making me blush with, uh” Jack peeked down at his ready and able storm trooper, “with, um” Jack tried to find the words. His erection was leaking pre-cum, reminding Jack of a dam with water seeping out of cracks in the braces. Tell tale signs of disaster soon to come. Much more than that, Will was finally giving in to Jack – all though a spell was holding them both in its grip. How he had waited! How everything seemed to be going according to plan in a twisted sort of way, just like when he’d wished to be the immortal captain of the Flying Dutchman, and had finally gotten there only to end up in the cells. All the same, he did manage to get to his destination – though not according to plan. Jack had wanted to be inside Will’s breeches since he’d first laid eyes on the boy back at the smithy in Port Royale. But Will was a man of strong conviction – impossible to persuade. Now, the lad was wavering. If Jack used that knowledge to get them onto the furs, convincing the hag they’d do whatever it was she wanted from them, then they might take her by surprise and run for it. But then, Jack wouldn’t have the pleasure of having Will. Jack was going to have to choose.