A God's Good Humor

Chapter two:
Taming Will Turner.


Will awoke again to the hut empty, and noticed that he was unbound. It seemed his guards were no longer at their posts. He crept over to the door and peered around the frame. No sentry was there so he pushed aside some of the beaded curtain to escape. He was so occupied in looking for a way out that it took a while for him to notice the beads were in fact human finger bones. As he slunk from the hut he heard Jack’s voice. Rage filled him tinting the world with a shine of red, that was the man who had inebriated him and then forced himself upon him. It did not matter to Will that he had enjoyed it, at the time… what mattered to Will was that because of that man he had been unfaithful to his darling Elizabeth. He had to make it up to her, and what better way then to rip off Jack’s offending appendage?

As he made his way towards the traitor he saw a flat sharp rock. By no means would it match a dagger, or a sword but it looked sharp enough to pierce flesh. He palmed the newfound weapon and continued on his way to Jack. There he was in the center of the village telling a story. The quick movement of his arms increased Will assumption that was what the pirate was doing. When he made a loud moan and pointed behind him, towards Will, did the blacksmith understand what he was talking about. His face flushed and anger again rose within him. He rushed towards the unsuspecting man giving out a bloodcurdling yell.

Jack turned just in time to catch a livid Will. He grabbed one wrist and turned so Will was forced to over shoot him. The younger man swung his right hand towards Jacks head, catching the blunt end of the rock on the pirates shoulder. The older man, grunting in pain, was forced to let go of the straining wrist. He stepped back away from the rock as Will attempted to wound him again. The Villagers all ran forward to step in between the men. Several grabbed hold of Will and forcibly dragged him from Jack.

The Chief looked shocked at the restrained man. In all his scenarios he never imagined that Will would intend to kill him. He knew his shoulder was bruised, he could fell it starting to swell and there was a gash in his cheek as Will had gotten a second hit in. Will was straining to get at him again, there was a fierce fire in his eyes. Jack liked the fire, but not this streak of wounded pride. He would have to work harder at training the boy but not breaking him. If the lad broke then he would no longer be what Jack found so captivating.

He walked right up to the fighting man and punched him in the stomach, right beneath the ribs. That would knock the breath out of him. Will gasped and crumpled, the men dropped him letting him fall to the ground. “Lom palli hef pom consorte sup sep sep!” He smiled as the tribes folk all vacated a small circle around the two gods. He kneeled besides Will. He lowered his mouth and whispered so only Will could hear him. “That was a stupid thing to do William. Now I have to punish you. And all these people will watch, no one here to help you Will. You do something to displease me I’ll have to punish you, Savvy?”

“Go to hell.” He swung again at Jack only to miss and be thrown on his back. Jack walked over to him with a switch. He spoke again in that strange language, and before Will could attempt it he was flipped over and held down by two strong men. The first blow was a shock. It stung greatly. The switch was long and about the size of Jacks thumb in diameter. It cut into the virgin skin of Will’s back leaving shallow gashes and welts. Pain seared through his skin and down each nerve, each lash was like a red hot poker stabbing him. Jack had to admit that he was impressed by the lads silence, though that couldn’t last much longer. Almost on cue a scream fell from the kissable lips.

Will had lost count of the lashes but Jack had not. It took twenty lashes to make Will scream, at twenty-five tears left his eyes. Jack lowered the switch and stared at the held man before him. Obviously the only reason he resisting that he was now Jacks was because of Elizabeth. How Jack hated her… she would be the only reason that Jack lost Will, so he would have to get ride of her. It was because of her that Jack had lost his rum, had almost been hung and if she hadn’t stepped in Will would have been taken by Jack long before now. Her removal was long overdue, no longer would he have to deal with her annoyance.

In a fit of anger Jack grabbed Will by the hair and dragged him back to their hut. The younger tried to pull away from the hurt only to have no escape. He finally had to crawl or be dragged. The blacksmith was forced through the curtain and watched him sprawl over the fur covered ground. Fearful brown eyes met his and Jack could feel his lip curl. “You will listen to me William, and you will listen good.”

“You sadistic son of a…”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. You do not, I repeat do not insult your captain, boy. What you just felt was nothing.” He knelt by the younger man and again wrapped his hand in the chocolate colored tresses. Will grunted in pain at the tight hold but Jack did not care. “I own you William. When I say jump you ask ‘how high?’. When I say I want you, you will open your thighs to me. You are mine now and there is nothing your bonnie lass can do.”

Will lashed out again. He swung his left hand out and connected it to Jacks jaw. The older man retaliated send the blacksmith to the floor again. “That was stupid William.” Dragging the struggling man by the hair to the far wall was almost too easy for the enraged man. The young man tried to fight Jack off but he was tied up before there was much of a fight. “You will not learn to like it Will, you’ll learn to love it. Soon you’ll be gagging for it!”

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Three days had passed since the lashing and the young man was still in a foul mood. He refused to eat from Jacks hand, and that was the only way he would be fed. When spoken to he would cross his arms tightly across his chest, like a blushing virgin. Jack was starting to be more then annoyed at the whelp, he was forcing Jacks hand. In all honesty he never wanted to hurt the lad but there was only so long that this stubborn behavior would be tolerated. If he went another night without eating Jack would force food down his throat.

Jack walked into their hut and saw that the boy looked terrible. There were dark circles under the once bright eyes, his eyes were unfocused from no sleep or food. His figure had yet to show signs of the boys prideful rebellion. The boy was weaving in blatent exhaustion, he also looked as if he would be sick at any moment.

The sight of his dear Will made the wheels turn in his head. Unknowingly Will had been helping in his training and their escape. He quickly exited the hut and called to his followers. It was time to tell them joyous news.

Once all the tribe was gathered he raised his hands. “Lom say say Consortie kemp bay bay!” There was a cheer from all of them. “Lom hus tempole man suchie.” He watched as they were jumped to follow his orders. This was perfect. They would all believe that he had in fact impregnated Will, so in their eyes he was a full god again. None came within arms length of him the entire time fearing yet respecting his awesome powers. Now all he had to do was get Will and his crew to the Pearl and they would be off this retched island.

He reentered the hut and watched as Will again tried to cover himself up. Jack laughed again at the attempt. There was nothing for the boy to wear, and that was yet another problem. His crew had been at sea a long time before they were captured, and Will had a nice body. Taking off the length of fabric around his waist he handed it to Will. Shocked the handsome man took it and wrapped it about himself. It looked like a skirt but at least he was covered. “Now Will, lets go home.”

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It was a lot harder to get on the Pearl then he thought. The cannibals thought that their gods were being kidnapped… or god napped and tried to defend them by attacking his crew. That slowed things down but now they were at sea… well the shallows at sea. There was still a horrible beastie after him.

“Gibbs!” Jack ordered his Quartermaster to his side.

“Aye Cap’n?”

“I want young Master Turner in my cabin, no food. There is to be a guard to make sure he doesn’t leave. Savvy?”

“Yes sir.”

From the wheel he watched a dazed young man be approached by the two most annoying members of his former crew. They would follow the loudest voice, at least at the moment he had no fear of them being on board his ship. However he didn’t like the way in which they were looking at his prize. Gibbs dragged the non-protesting blacksmith away from the other pirates.

Above his head he heard a noise and grabbed his pistol quickly firing up. There was a screech of complaint before the monkey dropped to the deck. He felt a tad better. He once again looked at Will, who had stopped on the way to Jacks cabin due to the gun shot. Their eyes met, Jacks hot unreadable gaze burned the blacksmith more then his forge ever had. Time stood still before Gibbs forced Will to his new cage.

“Mister Marty.”

The midget arrived at his captains side quickly. “Aye?”

“You are to guard the door to my cabin until replaced next shift. No one but Gibbs or I am allowed in or out. Master Turner is to remain inside at all times, is that clear?”

“Aye captain.”

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The rocking of the ship and the nice mattress beneath him had lulled Will into a deep sound sleep. In his dreams he was seeing his Elizabeth. His lovely fiancé, whom he had gone to find Jack Sparrow for. Who he was afraid he’d never see again.

Jack entered the cabin with a plate full of roasted meat. He was glad that he could go back to eating meat again. He never knew who he was being fed, and the idea sickened him. This meat was actually peacock, apparently a few had ended up on the ship, thinking it was deserted. Their meat was tender, and much better then chicken. This would make Will eat again.

He sat beside the sleeping man and rubbed his back as the breaths came in steady intervals. “Time to wake up darling.”

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Will moaned as he felt a warm suction on his penis. It was warm soft and tight. In between sleep and wakefulness he thrust up and gasped as more pleasure was added. He thrust up repeatedly and almost screamed in pure joy as something was added. He had not noticed that something was stroking his insides until whatever it was hit something that made violent shocks streak down his spine. Will opened his eyes and looked down into the bright eyes of one Captain Jack Sparrow. At that moment his orgasm was ripped from his body with a loud yell. He slumped back into the mattress and gasped for air.

Jack climbed off the other man smiling to himself. He addressed Will, while the other was suffering from the after effects. “You deserve some food after that my dear one.” He walked from the table back to the bed with the plate of food. “After all accepting your master is a big step, even if you didn’t realize that is what you did.”

“I have no…”

“Now, now William, do you want to risk going hungry again?” The other knew if he didn’t eat again soon he would be in no state to fight, he shook his head. “Good now say ’Ah’.”

After going hungry for so long, as soon as the meat touched his lips Will moaned. He devoured the meat, and each time taking the tips of Jack’s fingers into his mouth. Jack smiled and chuckled at the starving man, he always did enjoy indulging is lovers. He brought up a large swollen berry and pressed it to Will’s lips. The eager man opened his mouth to accept the fruit. The juice was exotic and powerful. His tongue lapped up the rest of the essence on Jacks fingers.


A/N: Wow I finished two chapters in one night. That’s good. Like the last one I believe that I have taken care of all the mistakes. I am honestly heading to bed now. I will be back on hopefully right after work which ends at four. I am hoping to have the next two chapters up by six, but I can not make any promises to the exact hour. Thank you, have a good night.

Muse of Anon/ The Great Unnamed.