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Preventing A Mutiny
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
4,688
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Uneasy Truce
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James Norrington didn’t attain the commission of Admiral just by following orders. It took more delicate manoeuvres, more sensitive negotiation and persuading alliances to rise so quickly in the ranks. Discretion and the certain kind of obedience were the key to Norrington’s success, and his stint on the Flying Dutchman was no exception.
It was no secret that the Captain of the Dutchman had a certain preference, his crew all attested to that. What was held a secret was his latest obsession for the long-limbed, handsome Admiral, all starch and pomp and powder.
‘The stiffer the back the stiffer the cock,’ was the spreading scuttlebutt among the crew. And no one stood stiffer than James Norrington.
The first time with Jones had been shocking. Seeing his swollen, misshapen cock had at first instinctively made James shudder, until he’d experienced his first sensation with the tentacles. As they had held him still, slithered and slid, grasping sensitive skin with their suction cups, exploring, probing, sending burning sensations of bliss through his shaking limbs, James had found himself lost in the experience to a point where saw past the grotesqueness of his partner.
Subsequent sessions had brought out James’s erotic desire for domination he had always known existed, but never allowed himself to acknowledge. Jones was more than pleased to provide the first steps in getting familiar with that side of his nature - The more submissive the Admiral got, the greater the pleasure Jones would bestow on him, while any sign of disobedience was met with swift measure. James quickly learned the tentacles could provide both pain and pleasure – which one it was, it all depended on him.
What James did not lead the disfigured and damned Captain onto, was that the Admiral was playing him for the fool. Lulling him into a false sense of power and control, all the while delving deeper and deeper into the depths of what Jones lavished him with in exchange of James’ mordacious betrayal.
Lord Beckett might control the physical heart of Davy Jones, but James Norrington had accidentally found the key to the spiritual one.
****
The summons was expected. James knew it was only a matter of time before that pisser Mercer ferreted out the clandestine meetings taking place in the Captain’s cabin. James glanced at Mercer with Davy‘s warning whisper echoing in his ears. Despicable, how the cunt stood there, practically salivating in smug satisfaction as Norrington was admitted to Lord Beckett’s office.
“The Admiral to see you, Lord Beckett.”
Beckett looked up from his papers and smiled. “Ah, Admiral. You are prompt, as ever.”
“I would not want to disappoint you, Lord Beckett,” Norrington said dryly. “I know how much that displeases you.”
“Yes, and we know the consequences of that, do we not?” Beckett crooked his finger to beckon Norrington closer. “I have been informed you have been, shall we say, performing above and beyond your required duties on the Dutchman.”
“Just following orders, Sir.” The admiral was appalled by the smug look on the Lord’s face.
“My orders were to maintain control of the ship. Not to be buggered by Jones,” Beckett snapped. “I cannot believe you’d let that disgusting creature touch you. Not willingly, I hope?”
“Would you prefer he had forced himself on me?” Norrington said coldly, “Or are you the only one who has to resort to those tactics.”
“Leave us, Mr. Mercer.” Beckett said in a slow measured tone. “The Admiral and I have some private matters to attend to.”
“As you wish, milord.” Mercer’s eyes gleamed in anticipation. Norrington had no doubt he’d be watching and jerking off from whatever hide hole he’d find.
Once the door had closed behind the clerk, Beckett’s demeanour changed. Standing up quickly he went to the door and turned the latch, then casually strolled over to the side table where he poured two glasses of brandy from a cut glass decanter. Handing one to Norrington, he walked over to the window and looked out at the busy harbor.
“I thought we had a suitable arrangement, James,” he said softly, turning around with a slight smile on his face. “You did not complain with the rewards that followed.”
Norrington remained silent as he sipped his drink.
“It is no secret how you came by your commission as Commodore,” Beckett continued in that same soft voice. He walked up to Norrington and placed his lips close to the taller man’s cheek. “Just how many did you let bugger you for that promotion?”
“If you are through, Lord Beckett, I have some paperwork to attend to,” Norrington said coldly, stiffening as Beckett ran his finger down his cheek and along his jaw.
“I will dismiss you when I have finished with you,” Beckett whispered, snaking his arm around Norrington’s waist and splaying his fingers against his crotch. He laughed softly as he felt the responding hardness beneath his fingers. “You claim you no longer want my attention, yet you always rise to the occasion.”
Norrington closed his eyes in frustration. He felt the hot breath of Beckett on his neck as the hands began their assault on his body. Too many times had he had to submit to the smaller man, each time more revolting than the last. Beneath the powdered and polished surface dwelt a sadistic monster who delighted in humiliation and destruction of those around him.
“Mr. Mercer was quite thorough in his report.” Beckett purred. “From his observations, I would say you have become quite the Company man.” Stepping back suddenly, Beckett pointed to the floor. “On your knees, Admiral.”
As loathsome as it had become, Norrington did what all well trained military men do. He followed orders.
****
James Norrington didn’t attain the commission of Admiral just by following orders. It took more delicate manoeuvres, more sensitive negotiation and persuading alliances to rise so quickly in the ranks. Discretion and the certain kind of obedience were the key to Norrington’s success, and his stint on the Flying Dutchman was no exception.
It was no secret that the Captain of the Dutchman had a certain preference, his crew all attested to that. What was held a secret was his latest obsession for the long-limbed, handsome Admiral, all starch and pomp and powder.
‘The stiffer the back the stiffer the cock,’ was the spreading scuttlebutt among the crew. And no one stood stiffer than James Norrington.
The first time with Jones had been shocking. Seeing his swollen, misshapen cock had at first instinctively made James shudder, until he’d experienced his first sensation with the tentacles. As they had held him still, slithered and slid, grasping sensitive skin with their suction cups, exploring, probing, sending burning sensations of bliss through his shaking limbs, James had found himself lost in the experience to a point where saw past the grotesqueness of his partner.
Subsequent sessions had brought out James’s erotic desire for domination he had always known existed, but never allowed himself to acknowledge. Jones was more than pleased to provide the first steps in getting familiar with that side of his nature - The more submissive the Admiral got, the greater the pleasure Jones would bestow on him, while any sign of disobedience was met with swift measure. James quickly learned the tentacles could provide both pain and pleasure – which one it was, it all depended on him.
What James did not lead the disfigured and damned Captain onto, was that the Admiral was playing him for the fool. Lulling him into a false sense of power and control, all the while delving deeper and deeper into the depths of what Jones lavished him with in exchange of James’ mordacious betrayal.
Lord Beckett might control the physical heart of Davy Jones, but James Norrington had accidentally found the key to the spiritual one.
****
The summons was expected. James knew it was only a matter of time before that pisser Mercer ferreted out the clandestine meetings taking place in the Captain’s cabin. James glanced at Mercer with Davy‘s warning whisper echoing in his ears. Despicable, how the cunt stood there, practically salivating in smug satisfaction as Norrington was admitted to Lord Beckett’s office.
“The Admiral to see you, Lord Beckett.”
Beckett looked up from his papers and smiled. “Ah, Admiral. You are prompt, as ever.”
“I would not want to disappoint you, Lord Beckett,” Norrington said dryly. “I know how much that displeases you.”
“Yes, and we know the consequences of that, do we not?” Beckett crooked his finger to beckon Norrington closer. “I have been informed you have been, shall we say, performing above and beyond your required duties on the Dutchman.”
“Just following orders, Sir.” The admiral was appalled by the smug look on the Lord’s face.
“My orders were to maintain control of the ship. Not to be buggered by Jones,” Beckett snapped. “I cannot believe you’d let that disgusting creature touch you. Not willingly, I hope?”
“Would you prefer he had forced himself on me?” Norrington said coldly, “Or are you the only one who has to resort to those tactics.”
“Leave us, Mr. Mercer.” Beckett said in a slow measured tone. “The Admiral and I have some private matters to attend to.”
“As you wish, milord.” Mercer’s eyes gleamed in anticipation. Norrington had no doubt he’d be watching and jerking off from whatever hide hole he’d find.
Once the door had closed behind the clerk, Beckett’s demeanour changed. Standing up quickly he went to the door and turned the latch, then casually strolled over to the side table where he poured two glasses of brandy from a cut glass decanter. Handing one to Norrington, he walked over to the window and looked out at the busy harbor.
“I thought we had a suitable arrangement, James,” he said softly, turning around with a slight smile on his face. “You did not complain with the rewards that followed.”
Norrington remained silent as he sipped his drink.
“It is no secret how you came by your commission as Commodore,” Beckett continued in that same soft voice. He walked up to Norrington and placed his lips close to the taller man’s cheek. “Just how many did you let bugger you for that promotion?”
“If you are through, Lord Beckett, I have some paperwork to attend to,” Norrington said coldly, stiffening as Beckett ran his finger down his cheek and along his jaw.
“I will dismiss you when I have finished with you,” Beckett whispered, snaking his arm around Norrington’s waist and splaying his fingers against his crotch. He laughed softly as he felt the responding hardness beneath his fingers. “You claim you no longer want my attention, yet you always rise to the occasion.”
Norrington closed his eyes in frustration. He felt the hot breath of Beckett on his neck as the hands began their assault on his body. Too many times had he had to submit to the smaller man, each time more revolting than the last. Beneath the powdered and polished surface dwelt a sadistic monster who delighted in humiliation and destruction of those around him.
“Mr. Mercer was quite thorough in his report.” Beckett purred. “From his observations, I would say you have become quite the Company man.” Stepping back suddenly, Beckett pointed to the floor. “On your knees, Admiral.”
As loathsome as it had become, Norrington did what all well trained military men do. He followed orders.
****