Never Wanted This

Thank you all!!! Your reviews make my heart sing!!! Not to mention that they keep me writing so this story does not end up abandoned like most of my previous attempts have been. LOL yes, that was a not so subtle pleading for more feedback to keep me going.

Okay, something to know before getting into this story. Varga is one bad guy. He’s cruel and he’s gonna stay cruel and a lot of this story is going to focus on he and Will, so... yeah, poor Will is in for it. Um, sorry if this seems gratuitous, it probably is. But it’s my story so I can do it if I want, right? Remember, this is fantasy, not to be taken seriously, so if there are errors, please over look them.

Um... yes, I nervous, that’s why I’m rambling. This is the first story I’ve ever actually posted. Hehe I’m so afraid someone’s gonna hate me.


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CHAPTER THREE:
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Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgotten
with its memories
Diaries left
with cryptic entries

And you d nee need to bother;
I don't need to be...
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds
--Stone Sour

Varga gave Will very little chance to forget who it was that owned him. The man had a hardy constitution and a libido that at times seemed positively out of control. He insisted that Will stay with him in his room, and always sleep with him in his bed, and it was a rare night if he didn’t take the younger man at least once. And more than occasionally, Varga would keep him up half the night and use him so hard that Will had trouble walking the next day.

It was humiliating, because if Will moved stiffly, everyone in the mansion knew why, and the soldiers would fix him with unpleasant, mocking and sometimes either openly lustful or openly disgusted stares.

Sometimes Will felt, and quite accurately so, that Varga wasn’t even seeing him, he was just using him as stress relief from the day. It was a horrible situation to be trapped in, but there seemed to be no way out. Will would run if ever he got the chance, but with the whole island under Varga’s control, any escape attempt would be foolhardy. If he thought that Varga would simply kill him for trying to run, he would have been over the wall and into the wilds in an instant to take his chances... but he knew by now that Varga would not kill him. He would simply make him wish he were dead.

So Will’s only choice was to try to adapt and find the best and least painful way to survive. He was proud and willful in some ways, but Varga had quickly been breaking him of that. And in other ways, Will was accustomed to giving deference to others, having been told all his life that his place was to mind orders and stay out of trouble. The first time in his life he had ever really stood up for anything was to save Elizabeth last year... and then Jack of course.

Will hated most the thought that he was bending to his captor’s will, but at the same time there was a certain point when hopeless resistance became painfully futile and not worth the horrible consequences. And after two long weeks with Varga, the young blacksmith had already reached that point. So Will pulled a kind of numbness up around his heart, placing a submissive zombie face between himself and the nightmare he was living in. It helped... to an extent.

“William!” Varga’s voice called Will into the study. The Commandante had become dreadfully possessive of Will lately, almost suffocatingly so. Will had to accompany him almost everywhere and if they were at home, he could never be far out of earshot. It was irritating to say the very least.

“Yes sir?” Will entered quietly. Varga had a guest with him, a prominent local island merchant whom Will recognized.

“Tell Captain Diego that I have given Mr. Graveston permission to continue trade and his goods may be un-impounded,” Varga instructed, laying aside the biscuit he was eating.

“Yes sir,” Will nodded, wondering absently just how much Mr. Graveston had paid the Commandante for that concession. The affairs of Port Royal were in a horrible state as the island sank into a quagmire of dictatorship with rulers who cared nothing about their foreign, enemy subjects and thought only of lining their own pockets as much as possible.

Mr. Graveston’s eyes lingered on Will for a moment and to Will’s shame he thought he saw in in them. He supposed half the island knew that the Spanish Commandante had taken the Governor’s son-in-law as his house slave... he wondered with a silent, horrified shudder if they knew what else he was to Varga.

“Oh, and William? Tell the overseer to flog the cook, these biscuits are horribly stale.” Varga added. “And bring me more wine.”

Will closed his eyes and clenched his fists. “Yes sir,” was all he said yet again, but he turned away with heavy, angry steps. Varga was not cruel only to him. Everyone near the man was in constant danger of his malicious brutality and twisted sense of amusement.

When Will returned from delivering his messages, Mr. Graveston had left and Varga was alone in the study. Will poured Varga’s wine for him, ignoring the way the officer rested his hand on Will’s backside while he did.

“Aren’t you going to ask me how my day has been?” Varga leaned against Will’s back, his voice slightly pouting.

Will resisted the urge to sigh. Varga insisted on pretending that they were in some kind of mutual relationship, a game the trapped young man found sickening, but Will knew it was simply better to play the part than get in trouble.

“How has your day been?” Will asked dutifully as he arranged the jumbled piles of disorder on the Commandante’s desk.

“Horrible,” Varga shook his head. He obviously wanted Will to ask him why.

“Why?” Will played his game for him wearily. “Was Mr. Graveston troublesome?”

“No,” Varga shook his head, playing with Will’s shoulder-length brown h “W “Well... that is he was not very agreeable about that business with his daughter, but now that he has his license to trade back he can afford to assuage the little slut’s wounded pride and know that I do favors for those who please me.”

Will stiffened slightly. He had known Jane Graveston since they were children. She was a sweet girl; she didn’t deserve Wil Will knew from experience Varga must have done to her.

Varga saw the tension in Will’s body and smiled, fluttering his hand down the side of Will’s face from behind. “William, William, you’re not jealous are you?” he laughed. “I can’t be keeping myself all in one place now can I? If it’s any consolation, you’re my favorite.” He leaned in and kissed Will’s neck, sucking and nibbling where his neck met his shoulder and wrapping his arms lightly around Will’s waist, pressigaingainst him from behind.

Will stopped moving resignedly, letting his head lean back against his captor’s shoulder and allowing Varga to do what he wanted. No, he knew he was not the only one. Commandante Varga seemed a man of unquenchable desires and for someone with his power, it meant that no one was out of his reach.

“No,” Varga said again, pulling his head up but not releasing Will from his arms. “It’s the blasted English on the next two islands over. Then’t n’t seem to care much for our taking Port Royal.”

“Imagine that,” Will murmured dryly.

Varga chuckled, but his mood was still irritated. “Well they’re making an incredible pain of themselves. Trying to cut off our trade routes, put us under siege so to speak. Cursed nuisance!” he fumed. “I’ve got a meeting in a few minutes with my Captains and the newly appointed Port Royal trade commission and there will be endless arguing and trying to figure things out...”

Before Will had much time to think about this information Varga was opening the younger man’s shirt and pulling it off his shoulders, dropping it carelessly onto the desk. Varga’s rough hands caressed his smooth chest, wrapping around from behind to play up and down the length of his body.

Will felt Varius’ hands slide down and undo his belt buckle.

“I thought you said you had a meeting...” Will pointed out, sounding just a little breathless despite what he would have wished.

“I do... so we’d better be quick, hadn’t we?” Varga smirked as he dropped Will’s pants. “I don’t much care if they come in on us, but that pretty pride of yours might be damaged...” he chuckled as he pushed Will down over the edge of the desk, the rounded wood edge pressing into Will’s groin. “But then maybe I’d like to see that. Maybe it would be fun to let them see you when you’re squirming under me and begging for my pleasure...” Varga continued with dark amusement as he spread Will’s legs and pushed a finger impatiently into him.

After each time Varga took him, Will always thought that this could not get any more humiliating, but somehow it always did. He winced as Varga stretched him with rough, probing fingers. “Oil, Will?” he expected the boy to have it on him.

Will tensed. He had forgotten Varga told him to carry it at all times. Well... perhaps he had not so much forgotten as ignored it.

“I don’t have it with me,” Will admitted quietly, a small prick of fear welling up inside him. He knew Varga would be angry.

“No? Well I don’t have any down here Will,” Varga commented as he forced the boy’s body to accommodate three of his digits. His voice was hard, he did not like being disobeyed. “And frankly I don’t care, it doesn’t matter to me whether you’re greased or not, you’re the only one it hurts. But I will take you anywhere and anytime I please, so if you want to make your life easier, either keep yourself oiled for me, or carry it with you. But for right now, since you have chosen not to heed my orders...” he opened his breaches, freeing his member and pressing up close behind Will. “It’ll just have to hurt.”

Will resisted the urge to scream when Varga pushed inside him. He had never done it without the oil before and didn’t realize what a difference it made. It almost always hurt when Varga took him, but usually that settled down after his body adjusted and accepted it. But this time there was no relief from the pain, it hurt the whole bloody time as Varga leaned over him, pinning him to the desk and thrusting into him with hard, reckless abandon.

Varga grabbed Will’s member, pumping it hard with his hand as he continued to thrust and Will twisted under him, gasping from the pain. Even his arousal seemed painful as Varga jerked him to readiness. “Do you think you’re going to remember from now on boy? Hm?” Varga hissed in his ear.

Suddenly the door to the study opened and Will looked up to see, to his horror, a small knot of rather startled faces looking in at them. The Captains and the heads of the new trade commission no doubt. His heart sank right down into his toes. Oh god... he was never going to be able to look any of these men in the face ever again.

The servant who had started to admit them held the door halfway open, unsure what to do. Her eyes met Will’s sadly for a mo bef before she quickly flushed and looked away. She had been Elizabeth’s maid before this disaster and she hated what Varga did to Will.

Will wished the earth would swallow him up right now.

Varga was undisturbed and looked up calmly. “Gentlemen, I will be with you shortly. I have some unfinished business, a lesson to teach my whore. Miss Constance here will pour you some tea in the library while you wait,” he gestured for the servant to take them out, without ever having removed himself from Will’s body.

With expressions ranging from shock and amusement to utter disgust and contempt, the men left and shut the door behind them.

As soon as the door shut Varga was thrusting again as if nothing had happened. Will shifted on the hard wood desk as his body reacted, his arousal aching for freedom and momentary release from the pain being forced on him. He panted slightly, twisting helplessly.

Suddenly Varga gave one last thrust and emptied his seed into Will’s body. Then he pulled out and casually re-laced his breaches.

Will still lay bent over the desk, his body shaking and blood lining his inner thighs. He moaned softly when he realized it was over... Varga had not given him completion and his body ached for it. He started to rise, but Varga’s firm hand pushed him back down.

The Spaniard smiled. “You want it don’t you?” he laughed, trailing his fingers teasingly over the boy’s throbbing length. “But you didn’t earn it this time William. I am displeased with you for your lack of obedience and I think you need a reminder to keep you in line.”

Will was half-afraid that Varga was going to beat him again, but that did not turn out to be what the man had in mind. Pulling a long, thin strip of leather from a desk drawer, Varga pulled Will up and turned him around. Wrapping the leather string tightly around Will’s erection he wound it all down the length before tying it off with a curious kind of knot.

“That stays on William,” he commanded. “If you tamper with it, or take it off you will disturb that knot and I will know. And then I *will send you down to the guardhouse to learn to behave,” it was a favorite threat of his because it was one that seemed to terrify Will the most.

Will shifted uncomfortably. The string trapped the blood in his cock, keeping him in a way painfully aroused, but unable to do anything about it.

“All right then, go on, get out of here,” Varga gestured for the door and Will hurriedly reclaimed his clothing. “Tell Constance to bring the Gentlemen in on your way out, will you?” he smiled at Will’s deep flush over that.

“Oh, and William,” Varga halted him one more time in the doorway. “When you can’t take it anymore, come to me and if you convince me of your sincerity I’ll consider giving you release.”

Will clenched his jaw and stalked out of the room. He’d be damned if he were going to go crawling back to Varga begging for release or anything else.


TBC...