Barbossa's Boys 2

still not ours, which only depresses me.
still slash, still noncon still J/W/B

Beth, this is still Barbossa's Boys, but I could not load up the chapter there, so I made part two. do you have any stories that start, *one time, at band camp*? jjk
Kaitlyn, how's this?
Aithilin, bathtime is next, hope you get more comp. time soon.
demoniclittlegirl, thanks much.

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Will Turner was reluctant to waken fully. He knew something bad had happened.
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Henry Barbossa was waiting in his cabin,feeding Jack when a knock was heard on the door.

Jack, wearing only his returned cleaned trousers, was restrained in a chair at the table.

Barbossa held a bread slice to Jack's lips, offering him a sip of rum after he swallowed. Jack had eaten half a bowl of stew and some bread with cheese when they were interupted.

"Ahh, should be me next guest. " Barbossa handed the small small simian at his shoulder a coin, and stood, striding to the door to open it with a florish.

Two large ugly men carried in the limp blacksmith.

"I suppose he didn't come quietly?" Jack quizzed, tugging at the bonds at his wrists.

"On the table, m'lads" The captain directed, pulling the bound black-haired pirate out of the way.

None-too-gently, the unconscience man was plopped onto the hard wooden surface.

"Easy, lads." Barbossa smacked the nearest man in the head. "If anyone is gonna mark the whelp, its gonna be me!" He grabbed a handful of Jack's hair. "Right, Captain Sparrow?"

"Whatever you say...Captain." Jack drew out the title with a gasp when Barbossa jerked his head back.

"Cap'n." The smarter of the ugly pirates asked, "How're ya gonna keep 'em in here, or are they to have the run a' the ship?"

"A good question, Mr. Keyes- Lets see" Barbossa moved over to a large built-in cupboard. "Ah, here it is, just the thing. Got this in Singapore." He removed a thin, narrow box and open it, moving back to the table.

Jack swallowed hard at the sight. Two golden necklaces- no, collars!- lay inside.

All I'll hafta do is attach a bit o'chain to these bits of shine, attach the chains to that ring there,(he pointed to the wall near the bed) then we'll see.

Carefully, he slid the chilly metal around Jack's neck, then Will's, pushing the dark hair out of the way.

"You two- get me a bit o' chain; thin, narrow, but strong." Barbossa shooed the crewmwn out of his cabin- leaving him alone with his 'guests'. He perched on the edge of the table, pulling Jack's chair closer. "What do ya wanna do while they look for chain, an' before young Mr. Turner wakes up, hmm, Jack?"

Barbossa leaned forward, gripping the younger man by the chin. "I've an idea." Almost tenderly, Barbossa pressed his lips to Jack's. He pulled back slightly and licked Jack's lips. He growled, enjoying Jack's submission. He pushed closer, kissing the bound man harder, shoving his tongue into Jack's mouth, teasing and assertive.

Barbossa grinned at the quiet sound from the blacksmith.
"Ahh, the whelp is almost awake!" Barbossa leaned over the prone man and slapped at a pale cheek. "Wakey-wakey." he slapped again, a bit more gently.

Will graoned and twitched a hand up over his face, smacking against Barbossa's hand.

Barbossa grinned and stroked the back of his fingers over Will's smooth cheek.

Will's brow furrowed. The voice was familier, wasn't it?

Brown eyes flew open and he jerked away- right off the table. He fell onto the three chairs on the other side before ending up under the table.

"HA ha!" Barbossa jumped off the table and reached under the dining and and with a hard grip in the wavy hair, dragged him out from under it. Various limbs hit the tablelegs and his head smacked the chair in which Jack sat.

"Aaaii" Both hands covered his abused head, fingers wrapping about a powerful wrist.

"Nice of ya to join us!" Barbossa gave him a shake.

"Wha... how?"

"Lets just say, my monkey really loves me!"

"Or the gold." Jack inserted slyly, tilting his head to one side, pursing swollen lips and wiggling his fis.
s.

"Jack?" Will whispered.

"Ah, yes, I've got ya both now," He tossed Will full length on the bed; the younger man hit hard and bounced. "Stay there, laddie!" Barbossa pointed at Will while he slipped his other arm around Jack's neck.

Will, poised to jump back up, slowly sank down, glowering unhappily.

Barbossa stroked his long nails down Jack's tanned, collared throat. "Ye'll be doing exactly what I say, or Jack'll be payin' the price." He leaned dolighlightly and licked Captain Sparrow from jaw to temple, an eye on the blacksmith.

A knock on the door interrupted them. "What?"

"The chain, Cap'n!"

"Bring it in!" Barbossa stood tall and rubbed his hands together in glee.

A few minutes later there was a long chain looped through the ring in the middle, one end hung free (for the moment) and the other end was attached to the collar around Will's neck.

Will sat on the edge of the bed, hands on his knees, trembling with supressed rage/fear.

"Well, here we are. Alone at last." Barbossa pulled a chair out beside Jack and settled himself into it, crossing his legs at the ankle. "Hmm, take off yer shirt, boy." He folded his arms over his belly and stared expectantly at the youth.

"Wha..?" Will narrowed his eyes at the shaggy pirate.

"Yer shirt. Take it off." He repeated slowly, drawing out each word."

"Why?"

"Because I want ye to." He drummed his fingers. "Tell 'im Jack. Let the whelp know I', serious."

"If you don't Will, he shall." Jack nodded, eyes fixed firmly on his young friend.

"An take great delight in it, too." Barbossa added with a smirk.

Gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes and forced his fingers to unbutton his pale cream coloshirshirt. Slowly, reluctantly, he allowed it to slide from his wide, pale shoulders, dropping it to the floor in a soft heap. He felt his face heat at the appreciative sounds Barbossa made. "What do you intend to do?" Will wasn't sure he really wanted to know.

"The same thing I've don Jac Jack."

Will swallowed hard, a shudder racing down his spine.

"Ye'll be noticing yer shoes have been removed. Take off yer stockin's next, lad, then yer trousers. When ye've done that, I want ye to lay back, with yer arms an' legs tah the corners of the bed. I've a plan fer ye." Barbossa's voice had dropped, low and seductive, with an undercurrent of steel.

Will took a deep breath and leaned over to tug at his grey stockings.

Jack, seeing Barbossa was quite occupied watching Will, threw his weight forward, tossing himself at Barbossa. They both fell to the cabin floor. "Out the window, swim away boy!" He yelled.

Barbossa shoved Jack away and lunged for the trailing end of chain before Will got a quarter of the way across the room. He jerked it back hard, and Will choked, falling backwards and cracking his head on the floor. He lifted the blacksmith and threw him on the bed.

Barbossa turned and kicked Jack, connecting with his abdomen. "Ye say one more thing, Cap'n Sparrow, an' I'll tie the whelp to the fuckin' mast!" He jerked the chair upright before grabbing a rag to gag him, tieing it tight.

With long-legged strides, Barbossa crossed to the bed. He pined Will down with one hand and stripped him with the other. He grabbed something from the table and straddled Will, tieing him hand and foot to the bed.

Jack struggled to regain his breath sucking air past the gag and pulled at his bonds, grunting as he admitted defeat.

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This brings us up to 'real time' and brings us to the first chapter of Barbossa's Boys.
Hopefully, you have enjoyed this tale so far, and will stay for more. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review and let us, Charlie and Bravo, know what you think about our depraved ramblings.