Barbossa's boys

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Still not mine. still slash. still non con.

A/N Nobody here but us girls!!!!

*flashback*


Barbossa grinned down at the youth. "Not too tight, I trust?" He chuckled softly as young Mr. Turner strained uselessy at his bonds.
"What of you, Jack, my boy?" He glaced over at the bound and gagged Sparrow, not far away and in a sturdy chair. "Comfortable enough? Good."

Barbossa turned his attention to Will. "You don't want to be too loud, lad, or my crew will want to watch."
Standing suddenly, Barbossa strode over to a low table and plucked a ripe, juicy fruit from the bowl on it. Grasping a sharp knife in his free hand, he returned to perch on the edge of the bed.

He sat there a moment, looking his fill; long lean legs, tapered waist, slim torso, strong arms, shoulder length dark hair and face toe ane angels weep.

Barbossa laid the flat of the blade against the pale, unmarked flesh of Will's cheek and grinned to himself at the flash of fear in the near black eyes.
Slowly, he dragged the blade lower, pressing the tip to the fluttering pulse point in Will's throat. He noticed how still the boy became, as if he hardly dared to breath. Lower with the cold still, circling around one flat nipple, then the other, watching them pebble, before slipping further south, past a shallow navel and down a taut thigh before returning to rest in the hollow of his throat.
The cursed pirate was acutly aware of every shiver, tremble and half gasped breath.

With a sudden, sharp movement, Barbossa brought the blade up, slicing into the firm, sweet flesh of the apple he carried. He halved it, quartered it, removed the seeds, and eighthed it, laying the pieces by the boy's hip.

Barbossa held a slice in one hand, the blade in the other. The apple slice followed the same route the knife had before being pressed to Will's lips. "Open up, lad." He placed it between perfect white teeth before leaning over and kissing the blacksmith, biting half the slice away and earning a growl from Jack.
"What was that, Jack?" Barbossa chewed and swallowed, all the while staring at Jack. "You're right, o'course, that weren't no proper kiss." He leaned over again, fingers sticky with juice gripping Will's jaw.

The boy's lips were soft under his own and with the proper application of leverage, his mouth opened, allowing Barbossa to slide his tongue in, sweeping across pretty, white teeth in search of apple flavor.

"Was that more to yer likin', Jack?" Barbossa grinned and sent Jack a wink.


Picking up another slice, he trailed it down Will's face and neck, stopping at the clearly defined collarbone, then Barbossa leaned over and licked the wetness away. He repeated this action down the blacksmith's lean body, stopping only to get fresh pieces of apple and to share the drier slices with thone one boy.
All the while he kept an eye on the bound pirate, enjoying the scalawag's misery at Will's quiet moans.

Barbossa stood and shed his clothing suddenly and laughed almost gently at the expression on the lad's face before straddling his hips and upper thighs.

Kissing what flesh he could reach as he stretched out over the pale body that lay bound to the bed, Barbossa carefully aligned his hardness with Will's now weeping juice covered cock.

He gently kissed the lips under his, licking and nipping, forcing his tongue into the youth's mouth.

"Kiss me back, boy, keep yer eyes open, too." He licked his lips and thrust his hips, forcing a groan from the blacksmith.

Shifting slightly, Barbossa positioned his larger, hairier thighs and knees to the outside of Will's, calves and feet tangling together.

One sharp-nailed hand slipped under Will's head to grip in long, silky, dark hair while the other caressed and pinched and scritiched down smooth flesh to grip the hip nearest Jack.

Barbossa groaned in pleasure and humped again, smirking at Jack when he growled.

Again he bent his head to kiss Will's pink and now swollen lips and reluctantly, Will kissed back. Carefully, shyly, Will slid his tongue, slippery and tasting of apples, over Barbossa's.

The cursed pirate nipped sharply at Will's tongue, reminding him who was in charge.

On the next pelvic thrust, Will thrust back automatically, instinct taking over. Barbossa pulled back a bit. " How do ya like this, Jack?" He hed hed at the muffled yell.

"Knew ya'd love it!" The hand from the hip moved to the hard cocks and gripped them both, adding more stimulation and Will cried out, eyelids fluttering.

Barbossa's strong thighs squeezed tighter around Will's ts, ts, the pressureof the hand and the increased weight of the pirate adding more tension to the younger man's body.

Will was tugging frantically, at the ropes binding his wrists, keening in the back of his throat.

Barbossa moved and thrust harder, squeezing his hand tighter between them, nails scratching.

Hard kisses, the wet noises of lips and tongues and the occasional muted clink of teeth easily reached Jack, who found himself growing hard against his wishes. He He pulled uselessly at the ropes holding him to the hard chair.

A muffled cry/scream and quiet tears, and Will came against Barbossa's flesh.

Barbossa laughed in delight, and still humping, switched his grip to himself, shifting his body up to straddle the younger man, and staring into Will's eyes, he shot his seed across his belly and chest.

Barbossa glanced fully at Jack, and chuckled, pale eyes full of mirth." Ahh, Jack, do ya feel left out?" He kissed Will hard, gripping the lad's beautiful face between both hands. "Come, lad, lets make Jack feel better." He untied Will and pulled the trembling youth up and over to the long-haired bound pirate.

Shoving Will to his knees before Jack, he pushed the lad's head down. "Suck him, boy. Take his cock into yer mouth. Barbossa moved to Jack's other side. He gripped Jack's and and pulled his head back, not allowing Jack to look at Will.

Will fumbled a moment, then brought his hands up to Jack's trouser covered knees. He glanced up at Barbossa.

"C'mon lad, make Jack feel better,"

Reaching for and unlacing Jack's trousers, he tugged them down as far as possible, then he reached gently inside and removed Jack's hard cock,
It was already leaki

Will glanced up again.

"Ya ne'er done this before?" Barbossa's voice was rough.

Mutely, Will shook his head.

"T'is simple. Treat it like ya would a sweet. Lick the head, take it in yer mouth, mind yer teeth - no biting- and suck till ya gets the cream."
Moving his face closer to Jack, he grinned broadly. "Will's first -on ya- lucky you." Barbossa kept eye contact with Jack, forcing his head back, as Will licked and sucked at Jack's turgid flesh. Barbossa's free hand roamed Jack's chest and played with his nipples.

With a strangled cry, Jack stiffened and shot his cum into the hot wet cavernof Will's mouth.

Will gagged but couldn't pull away; Barbossa's heavy hand was suddenly in his hair, forcing him to swallow the hot sweet bitterness that had flooded his mouth.

After a long moment, Barbossa released Will, allowing him to rock back on bare heels.

Jack sucked in air despely, ly, chest heaving and nostrils flaring as he tried to refill his oxygen starved lungs.

"Back in bed, pet." Barbossa followed, his half-hard cock swaying as he moved behind Will.

Back in the cabin's bed, Barbossa simply reattached the thin metal chain to the collar about Will's slender neck, before he returned to Jack's side.

"Yer turn Jack." He untied the dazed man, stripped off his remaining clothing, and dragged him to the bed. He rechained Jack before removing the soaked gag. Barbossa kissed him, harder then he'd kissed Will, biting harshly at his plump lower lip, dragging a pained moan from the black-haired man.
"Get some sleep, both of ya. One word, Jack, just one, an I'll tie the boy to the mast for the rest of the night."
That stopped Jack cold. He knew that Barbossa would do just that, subject the innocent blacksmith to the evils of the Pearl's Damned crew. He closed his mouth and leaned back, taking the trembling youth into his arms and glaring at Barbossa.

Barbossa turned away, a sneer on his lips. "I've swag to count."

*end of flashback*

Quietly, the apple muffling his moan, Barbossa shot into his hand and trousers.
He'd had fun- they'd have to do that again sometime, perhaps with Jack on the bed and Will tied to the chair.
He chuckled softly to himself- set the remains of the apple down, Jack-the-monkey would surely finish it, and moved to join his reluctant lovers in the large bed.

WOW. i'm done. WELLLLLL? any reviews for this? any ideas ? Should we throw in the strait-laced but possibly passionate norrington into the mix? Anyone? comments, questions, remarks? Anyone in OHIO?