Blood and Roses

Chapter Three

In Which Barbossa Gets What He Wants and Will Asks Him For It


Author's Note: While Valerian Root can be used for the purposes stated in this story, please seek advise before using yourself. I, for example, cannot use it more that once a week, or I have panic attacks. Please use your herbs responsibly!!


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It was a long few days to Tortuga for Barbossa. Once the drug had worn off, Will had taken to yelling, screaming, and breaking anything he could get his hands on. The yelling had stopped after several hours on the second day, presumably because the boy had screamed himself hoarse. Will had nearly succeeding in dislodging the bed from the floor when Barbossa decided to do something. The boy sneered at Barbossa, crawling back onto the bed.

“All right that’s enough of… feathers?” Barbossa reached out to grab at one of the goose feathers still twirling in the air. Will had clearly ripped one of the pillows apart. Oh, wait, he had managed to rip all of them apart and was now tearing his way through the mattress. “And where will ye sleep once that’s gone?”

Will just glared, and stubbornly returned to ripping. He had apparently given up on moving the bed for the time being.

Barbossa took a moment to peruse the damage. He quickly cursed himself for giving Will a longer chain with which to move about the room a bit. The boy had gotten into the desk, smashing or ripping up everything within. Papers and ink covered the floor. The chair was overturned.

Barbossa’s eyes narrowed. There was a small penknife in that desk, and it was not amongst the debris littering the floor.

“Give me the knife, William,” Barbossa said calmly, holding out his hand. He made sure he was not quite in striking distance, should the boy decide to do something foolish.

“What… knife?” Will rasped, coughing. “No knife.”

“Then how do ye explain such neat cuts in the pillows, pet?” Barbossa licked his lips, catching the briefest glimpse of Will beneath a destroyed pillow on his lap. Hector had refused to give the boy any clothing until he behaved, which Will was clearly refusing to do. “Now, be a good lad, and give me the knife.”

Will set his jaw, and purposefully looked Barbossa in the eyes. “No. Knife.”

Barbossa chortled. “There was a small knife in that desk ye tore up. But there’s no knife on the floor. Now, give me the knife.”

Will’s hands gripped at the mattress, and tore it wide open, feathers flying through the air. Barbossa lunged forward, tearing the ruined mattress from Will’s hands and flinging it to the floor. He dug his fingers in to the boy’s jaw line. “No knife,” Will rasped again.

“Yer lyin’, boy,” Barbossa snarled, reaching under Will to search for the penknife. Will started to struggle, receiving the back of Barbossa’s hand to the temple for his troubles. Hector hissed in frustration. “Where is the fucking knife, pet?” he demanded, shaking Will by his hair.

Will gasped in pain. “No. Knife!” he tried to yell.

Barbossa threw Will down on the bed. He wanted to search the floor under the bed, but knew Will would not let such an opportunity slip by. Hector knew he would have to cow the boy into telling him where the knife was. If Will didn’t use the knife on him, he might try using it on himself.

Will was watching Barbossa with laughing eyes; wiping at his mouth, looking for blood. “No. Knife.” The last word was spit out.

Pushing the naked boy onto his back, Barbossa traced a lazy pattern on Will’s chest. Will watched with weary eyes. “Now, I could do a great deal to ye from this position, pet.” He grabbed Will by the ankles, forcing the boy’s legs open. A bit of wrestling, and Barbossa was firmly lodged between Will’s thighs. “Aye, a great many things that would bring me a great deal of pleasure.” The last word he whispered in the boy’s ear. Barbossa took a minute to lave that ear. “Who knows, ye might even enjoy it yerself. After that first mornin’, pet, did ye think what it would be like to have something more that just me fingers pushin’ into ye?”

Will started to thrash. He tried to push Barbossa off, but Barbossa responded with a quick jab to his gut.

“I’m assumin’ it’s safe to state that ye ne’er lain with no man.” Barbossa placed several small kisses on Will’s neck. “Probably never lain with no woman either. Just ye and Madame Handy, with her five lovely daughters.”

Will whimpered, trying to struggle again. He started to reach for the head board-

Barbossa smashed Will’s wrist against the wood of the headboard, not enough to break, but to definitely cause his pet some pain. Reaching around, Barbossa found the penknife and threw it so it stuck in the wall far from Will’s reach. “All too easy, pet. Now, where were we? Ah yes, yer complete lack of a sexual education.”

Will tried to back away, but Barbossa held him fast by the back of his neck, pinning him between Barbossa’s hand and waist. “Bastard,” Will hissed out.

“Sorry, pet, my parents were married by the time I was born.” Barbossa bent down and sucked neck skin between his teeth, pleased when Will involuntarily bucked against him. “Perhaps it’s time we started to teach ye a few things ye’ll need to learn while yer with me.”

Will tried to shake his had in negation, but Barbossa had started to suck on his neck again. He tried to speak, but his voice cracked. All that came out was a pathetic hissing of air. “God,” he groaned, feeling himself starting to harden, desperately wishing it would just… go away.

Glancing around, Barbossa spied the green scarf from earlier. He grabbed it in one hand. Biting his own lip, he forced Will’s hands through the headboard, one on top and the other on the bottom. Expertly tying his wrists together, Barbossa took a moment to look over his prize. Perhaps it was time to give Will a go without the powder.

Will watched Barbossa nervously, the threat of using “something more” flitting about his brain and tormenting him. Judging from the hardness so evident in the other man, Will had very strong suspicion what Barbossa intended to use.

“Please. No,” Will whimpered softly, wincing at the pain in his throat.

Barbossa glanced the jar of oil rolling about on the floor, just within his reach. “And what will ye do for me, lad, if I agree not fuck ye proper right now?” With a vicious grin, Barbossa held the jar in the lad’s line of vision. He deliberately twisted off the top, dipping his fingers in and out suggestively. “Yer ass or yer mouth boy, I care not which at this point.” Easy now, mustn’t completely terrify the boy. “Aye, I know. Easy does it.”

Will glanced around, trying to figure out whom Barbossa was talking to. He tugged at his bonds, but they would not break. Will wanted anything to get out of this room, away from this mad man, but the scarf would not give.

“On yer belly, pet,” Barbossa murmured, his eye lids half shut. “I promise not to hurt ye.” He grinned at his playmate. “That is, unless ye want me too.”

Will took a moment to give his patent glare, and then twisted his way onto his stomach, grimacing at the tightening of the scarf on his wrists. At least this way, he wouldn’t have to see what Barbossa was doing to him. He gasped as the cool oil splashed along his spine.

“Easy, boy, just relax,” Barbossa murmured, rubbing the oil into the tightly muscled back. “There now, this isn’t so bad.” He began to work his way down, sliding his hands over waist and hips. He reached back up to the shoulders when Will tensed underneath him. He skimmed fingers underneath, coating the boy’s nipples, getting a satisfying hiss of pleasure from his pet. Barbossa took one had to start stroking the boy. Will tried to shake his head, to deny that he was starting to get some kind of enjoyment from this. But his body betrayed him yet again, hardening fully under the elder pirate’s expert touch.

“Please,” Will whimpered. Barbossa gave his hand a twist, coating the boy’s cock. “Oh, please.” Will nearly sobbed in pleasure, lifting his hips off the bed, trying to offer something. “Please!”

“Please, what?” Hector asked, grin apparent in his voice. “Please stop? Please give ye more? Please fuck you so hard ye can’t walk for a week?” Barbossa punctuated his statement by inserting one oiled finger into the boy’s rectum. He quickly found Will’s pleasure spot and began to torment him, lightly brushing against it but never enough to give the boy what he wanted.

“Stop… teasing!” the boy snarled, unable to make his voice very loud. “Just… oh, god.” Barbossa had added a second finger to the first. Will clutched uselessly at the scarf holding his wrists.

Aye, the boy was almost ready. True, he still wouldn’t be completely Barbossa’s yet, but he was well on his way.

But he still needed to ask Barbossa for it.

There would be no claiming he was forced later. No, Will had to ask Barbossa for it. Beg for it.

“Tell me what ye want me to do, lad.” Barbossa pulled his fingers out and stopped stroking Will. He smiled as the boy whimpered in loss. “I’ll not be leavin’ ye without receivin’ me own pleasure, pet. So which orifice do I use? Yer mouth, or yer ass?”

The boy sobbed. “Please, please… just… take what you want!” Ah, some of his voice was coming back. He hung limply on the bed, grinding into the sheets for some kind of friction. Barbossa would have none of that, lifting the boy’s hips up.

“Ye’ll have to tell me, lad, what will ye give me?” Barbossa knew the answer. The boy was too desperate for his own release, though the other would definitely be on the menu soon.

This was taking too long. Time to give the boy another small taste. Taking time to re-oil his fingers, Barbossa slipped three inside his pet and began to stretch and tease the boy. Will whined in the back of his throat, his hips starting to meet the manual thrusts of Barbossa.

“Fuck me,” Will finally whispered.

Barbossa wanted to howl in triumph. “Sorry, pet, I did not quite hear that. Ye’ll have to speak up.” A little humiliation would be good for the boy.

“I said… oh, god, must I say it again?” Will rasped.

Barbossa placed his lips right by the boy’s ear, thrusting inside him harshly with his fingers. “I want to hear ye ask me, pet. I want to hear ye tell me exactly what ye want me to do to ye.”

Sucking in air like a fish out of water, Will tried to bury his face in the remains of a pillow. Part of him managed to regret tearing the bed apart. Swallowing his pride, he managed to gasp out, “I want you to… fuck me.”

Giving his hand a twist, Barbossa murmured, “Aye. Tell me what else ye want, boy.” Of course, his pet probably needed some encouragement in this department. Along with learning how to make the most use of his mouth, Will would need to learn how to talk dirty. “Fast or slow, pet? Do ye want it hard? Describe what ye want to me.”

“Hard,” the boy whimpered. “Fast… please, fuck me hard… and fast.”

“Beautiful,” Barbossa murmured, removing his fingers. He freed himself of his pants, and then lined himself up. “This is going to hurt for a little bit, but I promise it will get better.” He knew he should hold back for his pet’s sake, but Barbossa needed release too much. Licking his teeth, he plunged into the tight body underneath him. He could hear Will gasping and whimpering, but Barbossa just couldn’t stop. It had been too long since he had had Bill that night. And here was his issue beneath him; a near perfect copy of what should have been his.

“Oh, god… oh, please!” Will’s voice quickly gave out again. The only thing holding him steady was Barbossa, who was slamming into him. At first it hurt too much to bear, but then Barbossa seemed to get a hold of himself and changed his angle. “There! Yes, there!” he groaned, trying to twist his hips to allow his tormentor better access to… whatever this wonderful spot he was hitting.

“Ye like it, don’t ye, pet?” Barbossa grinned, punctuating with a snap of his hips. “My cock fillin’ ye, tearin’ into ye. Ye want it. Ye want me.”

Will keened, wanting to feel the release of earlier. But his own cock was getting no satisfaction. “Touch… me,” he moaned. “Please, touch…”

Barbossa snaked his hand back to the boy’s front and began to fist his young lover, fiercely stroking. He would get an orgasm out of the boy, one way or another. His pet’s body began to spasm, signaling that his release was coming. Will cried out, Hector quickly followed.

The two men lay panting. Barbossa gave the boy an affectionate pant on his rump as he pulled out. “Very good, boy. Yer a fast learner.”

Will refused to lift his head to look at the man behind him. He hadn’t wanted that, he tried to convince himself. No, it was just… he had wanted… oh, god. What was going on?

Barbossa stood, refastening his pants. The boy would probably rest a bit now, but then what? He would most likely go back to destroying the room.

“Let me get ye something to eat,” Barbossa offered off handedly. He left the room, leaving Will to his thoughts.

What the hell am I doing? This is not natural… it’s supposed to be a man and woman… not… But then why does it feel so good when he touches me? Why do I want more? With a frustrated groan, Will tried to bury himself in the ruined mattress, which he managed to get underneath him with a clever application of his feet and knees.

A few moments later, Barbossa returned with food and drink. It wasn’t much, but Will realized he was too hungry to care. The plate was set on the floor next to him.

“I’m going to release yer hands now,” Barbossa explained. “Try not to make such a mess this time while I’m gone, eh?”

Barbossa left the room, locking the door behind himself.

Will picked up the plate and cup. He sniffed and poked cautiously at the food. Well, Barbossa had assured him he had not brought Will here to kill him.

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Thirty minutes later, Barbossa was pleased to note the quiet that came from his quarters. He pushed open the door gingerly, poking his head in.

Will was fast asleep.

And he wouldn’t be waking anytime soon.

Barbossa hated to do it, but the boy would have to stay drugged like this until they reached Tortuga. A little valerian in his meals and drink should keep his pet docile if not completely unconscious until they reached their final destination. If the boy got too much of his voice back, there would be no hiding his purpose from the crew now.

But once they reached the privacy of his home in Tortuga…


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TBC!