Will's Slavery or Slavery on the Seven Seas

Part 4

I look at him; eyes wide, sparkling with unshed tears as they stare at me. He has such pretty eyes. Hazel with specks of green. I don’t want him to look at me like this. I don’t want to see the hurt and betrayal in his eyes. I want him to be mine. I want his innocence to last forever. I don’t want him hurt and jaded as I am.

“Will,” I beg, my words nothing but a whisper. I hold out my hand, beckoning him back. “I swear I’ll not hurt you. Never me, Will.”

The look on his face is confused. He doesn’t know what’s happened here. I never want him to know. To know what I was. What I did to survive.

He comes slowly, one finely boned foot in front of the other. He stops before me, wanting to say something but he doesn’t. I know he must be hungry still, slavers don’t feed their stock well.

“You’ll be hungry,” I murmur, rubbing my hand against his cheek. He’s frozen against my hand, nothing like he was when only half-awake. I wish he would relax against my hand - my touch. He doesn’t. So I snap. “Kneel!” Baring my teeth, I snarl, “else you’ll starve!”

Will’s eyes widen, a flash of confusion brightening his hazel eyes before they narrow. For a second, I wonder. Will he fight me? Disobey me? Then it changes. Something passes through Will’s eyes (understanding maybe?) and he drops to the ground beside the head chair. Not what I expected. Another argument. A fight. But not his obedience. Lad thinks he’ll confuse me, does he.

I sit down and stare at the food laid out. The ship’s cook has done a fine job with the pork, vegetables and even fresh bread. A couple of weeks at sea and it will be dried meat and biscuits. I load up my plate, ever mindful of Will watching with wide eyes from the floor beside me. His mouth must be watering as I take a bite of the succulent pork, ripping away crispy skin and meat. I wipe the juices away with my fingers, and after a moments thought, offer them to Will. He stares at my dripping fingers with the greasy juice covering them.

Will he take it? Suck them into that divine mouth.

“Hungry?” I purr, a shiver passing through me with the anticipation. “Take them and there will be more.”

He hesitates, hungry eyes flicking from my fingers to the large leg of pork in my hand. He licks his lips, that rough, almost cat-like pink tongue flicking out. Food suddenly disappears from my thoughts and is completely replaced by desire. Desire to taste Will. He licks those luscious lips again...and takes one of my fingers into his mouth.

A whined moan passes through my lips as my fingers disappear into his hot mouth. Strong white teeth scrap against the skin, and then he starts to suck and lap off the juices. My body feels hot and sweat starts to form. I sit straight up, my cock rising, beginning to ache as he takes a second finger into his mouth. Two fingers stretch his reddening lips and he sucks with hungry need. My back arches, and another moan passes through my clenched teeth as my fingers are released and another two are sucked clean. I pull away, unable to hold back and adjust myself. Littl’ Jack is wanting to play, but he was to wait until dessert. Dessert o’ Will.

I rip a piece of flesh from the leg of pork and offer it to Will. I hold it tight between two fingers and he opens his mouth to take it. My fingers stretch his lips wide, dropping the meat onto this tongue. He gives my fingers a quick suck before I withdraw them. He chews slowly on the meat, making me swallow and stare at his face and then his throat as he swallows. The Adam's apple ripples as he swallows bringing my attention to his swan-like neck. I groan and repeat the action. Tearing of a small piece of meat and offering it to Will. He eats slowly again and I stare. My mouth is slavering and I want a taste. Dropping the meat to the table, I pick up a carrot this time taking a small bite. I lean down and offer the carrot caught between my teeth to Will. He swallows hard, his eyes fixed on my mouth. A blush darkening his cheeks.

Take it! My mind screams. I want to beg him. Want to taste him. He moves, cocking his head and covering my mouth with his. I feel his tongue flick against my teeth asking for the carrot offering. I let it go, following it into his mouth. He groans as our tongues play with the small morsel between them.

“Bed,” I groan as our lips part.

That word breaks the moment and Will stares at me with suddenly frightened eyes. I don’t move. Don’t say a word. I want that moment back.

“Hungry,” he says, “Please, Captain.” His stomach gurgles softly, and the tense moment is broken. I break off more meat and offer it to Will. He sucks my fingers again, and the desire starts to mount as our flesh touches. Our eating is filled with desperate sucks. Long licks. Passion burns the air. I don’t say another word, not wanting to break these blissful moments. Will is hungry and while he’s giving me this intense display, making my insides burn with wanting to take him, I will hold back until he is ready to return my desire. Aye, that will be another joyful lesson.

Will’s POV:

Dinner was...interesting. Jack fed me with his fingers and mouth, offering me meat, juices and vegetables. For a moment during the meal, he mentioned the bed and my heart and body froze. Then the moment was gone and Jacktinutinued to eat watching me with burning eyes as I took the food from his fingers. I was terrified at the mention of `bed’. Frightened by the desperate look in Jack’s eyes. I said I was hungry, the desperation left his eyes a little and he went back to feeding me.

I don’t know whether to be disgusted or shocked by how he fed me. I was far too hungry to argue though. The only real meals I’ve had over the last couple of weeks are today’s cheese and biscuits and finally this fine feast. If I have any hope of escaping I need to keep my strength up.

One thing did surprise me. It was kind of worrisome in a way, for while I sucked on Jack’s fingers I could feel my stomach tightening, my groin starting to ache and my bound cock whispering disgusting things to me. I wondered...no, wanted to feel what it would be like to have someone sucking something other than my fingers. Or even I could be sucking something other than fingers. The strange situation must have affected me in ways I don’t understand. I quickly push those thoughts away, trying instead to think of Elizabeth’s sweet smile. The swell of her breasts. The colour of her pale skin with rosebud nipples. I wonder if Jack is pale or if his nipples are rosy or brown.

By all that his holy! I shove the thought aside. I don’t want to think of Jack naked. I saw him naked this morning, a sight I never want to repeat, though, I really should have taken note of his nipples then.

Finally, the torture of dinner is over. I’m full, satisfied but from the look of Jack, he isn’t. He stares at me all the time. My lips, my throat, even my eyes. Why? What can he see in me? Surely, a pretty woman would be better to stare at than me. My mind suddenly flashes back to this morning. The kissing. The whole disturbing feeling of Jack’s tongue in my mouth. The feel of his male - against god and law - body against mine. His weight pressing down onto my groin. Making me beg.

Shame fills me. I begged for him to touch me. Begged!

“Will, stop with yer brooding, lad. Anyone would think ya’ve got a pole stuck up yer ass.” Jack lets out a loud laugh, and suckles down half a bottle of rum in one gulp.

I glare at him. “Jac-” I don’t finish my sentence, a greasy hand covers my mouth and Jack’s dark eyes stare into mine.

“Remember, me fine, Will. Yer address yer owner proper like.” He waits and I sigh finally answering; “Captain.”

“Now that’s pretty good. Like Captain. That’s another lesson for ya - never forget whose yer owner, lad. Address me as Jack and you will get one lashing with me belt, savvy?”

My eyes widen and my mouth drops. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Jack’s eyes narrow and he slowly grins. “Want to bet on that, Luv?”

“I won’t let you,” I snarl back. I think I should have kept my mouth shut.

Before I know what’s happening, Jack grabs me by the hair and slams me down front first into the table. Left over food is scattered all over the floor as I struggle. One solid hand holds me down between my shoulder blades, while his body presses against my buttocks. I’m trapped between him and the table. I hear him struggling with something, I only realise it is his belt when the soft leather is laid across my back.

“Will Luv, I hate doing this. I own you and you seem to forget that. That will be two lashings.”

My fingers dig into the hard wood and I close my eyes. I don’t want to belong to him. I don’t want to be here. Yet, this is not a nightmare. This is real. He owns me and has the receipt to prove it. I’m stuck on the Black Pearl until we land somewhere. And worst of all, sometimes Jack scares me. Sometimes, he isn’t the Jack I know anymore. He becomes this unknown Pirate figure who makes me more nervous than Barbossa did. He gets this look in his eye as if he isn’t really in the moment, but stuck in the past.

I don’t say another word. I bite my tongue and seconds later the thick leather impacts against my already sore back. I let out a sob. The pain burns making me squirm against the wooden tabletop. Another blow falls lower this time across my buttocks and I yelp softly. The feel of his weight against me is suddenly gone and I slip down back to the floor.

“I’m sorry, petal,” Jack purrs crouching beside me. “Remember what I’m teaching you, Will and this will not happen again, savvy?”

I nod and realise it’s not enough, “Yes, Captain,” I manage to spit out.

A long finger tucks under my chin and lifts my head. I gaze into his eyes. To my shock they are no longer hard and angry. The aren’t lost in the past or cold looking. They are warm, liquid brown, sparkling in the candlelight. Sorrow flashes deep within them and strangely enough I know that Jack is sorry for having to beat me. I realise something, remembering when he lashed me to the mast and flogged me with the cat-of-nine-tails. He had that same look in his eyes. The kind of look that says he’s doing this not for himself but for my own good. I don’t know why but my anger towards him is forgotten for a moment. Jack leans forward and brushes his lips against mine. I gasp, startled at the lightening shock of his lips against mine. He presses them to my mouth again, but this time I open up for him. My eyes close as his hot tongue flicks between my teeth. He kisses me. Jack is kissing me, and I realise how good he does kiss. I lose myself into his mouth. My tongue touching his. His tongue searching my mouth for some elusive taste. Strong, long fingers card into my hair, entangling between the strands, grabbing handfuls and dragging me forward. More hot kisses. More tongue. More lips. More blinding passion.

When air becomes an issue, Jack breaks away from my lips, panting in loud breaths. I gasp for air, my eyes squeezed shut. I can’t believe I just did that! I kissed him and no matter what I might say later, I enjoyed it.

“It’s getting late, darlin’,” Jack whispers into my mouth, giving me one last kiss before he moves away.

My eyes flick open in a panic. It’s night. There’s only one bed. I’m naked! Bloody Hell!

“Remember you’re mine, Will,” Jack reminds me gently. The anger has left his voice, making him sound almost...almost alluring. His voice is lyrical. Appealing. Not keen on the accent, but it lessens when he speaks softly to me. Yer become you. Luv becomes Will.

Jack takes hold of my arm, helping me to my feet and leading me towards the inner cabin and the bed waiting for us. I don’t want to go in, but how can I stop this? How can I fight Jack off?

“J-Captain, please,” I whisper as we enter the small bedroom. Jack lets go of my arm and lifts his hands to start work on the buttons of his shirt. I swallow hard.

“I know yer afraid, me Will. I’ll be gentle for ya, promise.” I want to run, but my thoughts are stopped, as Jack leans forward and presses his lips to my forehead. “Sit down,” he whispers. His hands leads me to the bed, helping me to sit, and then he lifts up my legs. I slide upwards towards the top of the bunk, and bring my knees to my chest wrapping my arms around them. Jack’s hand touches my face and then he turns back to undressing.

I’m confused. Jack can change temperaments extremely quickly. When he took my arm before, he led me gently out of the bedroom and then something changed him in, a memory maybe and this distance look appeared on his face. He griped my arm so tightly it’s bruised with tiny circlets of blood where his nails dug in. I didn’t say anything then, the look on his face stopped me. I know he was remembering something. What I haven’t a clue, but it was painful.

Jack is my Captain, my owner, and the biggest enigma I’ve ever come across. The puzzle I can’t understand. The man that confuses my own inner feelings. The man whose kisses I like. The man who makes me forget my Elizabeth. I know I should be thinking of her. Worrying about her, but truthfully...I haven’t thought of her much. Only Jack and the questions he causes me to ask.

Jack undresses quickly but methodically. Surprising really with the state his clothing is in. Dirty, old, ripped and repaired, but he takes them off carefully and folds them onto the table. Another surprising fact about Jack, he’s so tidy! I try to not look at his naked body. I don’t want to see any other male body but my own. It’s wrong, and being raised by a good woman, brought up to be a gentleman, I won’t-can’t give into this temptation. I can say though that Jack as surprisingly brown knobbly nipples. The kind of nipples that if they were on a woman you’d wonder what they felt like against your tongue.

STOP!

I drag my thoughts away and close my eyes. I can’t do this. I can’t think of him like that. I have to fight this. I have to escape and find my way back to Elizabeth.

“Will,” the whispered sound of my name makes me gasp and look up. Jack’s face is inches from mine. I can feel his breath against my mouth. His eyes gazing into mine. My lips fall open and a hot mouth presses against them. I want to sob. To scream. To fight. But at this moment - I can only kiss.

Hot kisses. Burning lips against my own desperate ones. Salvia mixed as our tongues fight, slide and entangle with each other. Kisses that leave me gasping for breath before more burning kisses. My arms break the hold around my legs and slide up his smooth arms. Jack is a lot like me in build. Sleek, lithe but strong too. Muscles tense as I stroke his biceps, before wrapping my fingers around them, holding tight, as his kisses become more intense. To my shame...or is it disappointment that when Jack breaks away from my mouth - I moan for more.

“Another new lesson, Will, I like touching.”

I should be shocked at his words. I should stop him. I should be doing anything but listen to him. Yet, I cannot. He mentions touching and my body burns. My loins ache and I need something. Something I’ve only felt when I give myself pleasure with my right hand. No...It’s something more than that. It’s something unknown to me, but desperately desired.

Jack answers my moan of desire by guiding me down onto the bed. I slip down the sheets, ending on my back for the second time this day. My legs are spread with Jack kneeling between them. I only glance down a second but my eyes are burned with the sight. My hard, bound cock pressing to my stomach, and matching it is Jack’s. It’s golden in colour much like all of his skin. Sun darkened. It’s longer than mine, but maybe not as thick. I’m shocked that I noticed all that in one glance.

I feel uncomfortable on my back with legs parted. I feel open. Available. Desperate. As if I’m offering more. I shudder and close my eyes. Jack must have seen something in my face, or felt me tense because he’s kissing me again and whispering in-between.

“Shh, my pretty Will. Shhh. Tonight is for touching only, my sweet.”

I relax a little with the comforting sound of his voice. His lyrical voice whispering passionate nothings into my ear. Does he speak to his women like this?. Kissing them and calming them with gentle words. I don’t think I like that thought. That he would do the same to someone else in his bed.

“Shhh, relax me precious.”

I sigh, close my eyes and let Jack kiss me some more. I might have to take back my observations from the first time Jack kissed me. Wrong or right. Evil or not. I think I like Jack’s kisses. I’m disappointed when Jack finally breaks away from my mouth and latches onto the firm lump of my Adam’s apple and sucks. That thought quickly changes, Jack sucking on my skin is rather...nice. Without the kissing, I can also concentrate on what Jack’s hands are doing. He strokes my shoulders with long movements, enough pressure to feel but not enough to bruise. Strokes that start from shoulder to chest to navel. Then change direction - shoulders to elbow to hand, stroking my fingers, and then moving the opposite direction. The strokes are distracting. No, more than that. They are frustrating. I’m beginning to want more. More touching. More strokes. Harder strokes. I want him to hold my hands. To squeeze. He doesn’t - he just strokes me. I arch up off the bed, his mouth moving down to suck on my collarbones. Thoughts are becoming difficult to decipher. I want more touching...but at the same time, I don’t.

Jack’s hands move downwards, the strokes concentrating on my chest down to the hollow of my stomach. He strokes just as firmly and just as infuriatingly because he doesn’t give more. His hands stroke over the ticklish skin of my navel, making me laugh softly, then moan as he moves even lower to caress my hipbones. I almost complain as the touches, the strong stroking, stop at my hips and move back up again. Even though I won’t admit it to Jack, I’ve never been touched by another human being like this. Not a woman and certainly not a man. Most men, even though it’s frowned upon, have had carnal knowledge of a female by my age and before marriage. I haven’t. I loved Elizabeth...I still love Elizabeth. I was hoping that intercourse with her would have been soon, but now... oh now, Jack is touching me and I’m so confused. It’s good...but wrong at the same time. Forbidden, but I’m on the verge of screaming for more. This touching. These caresses this man gives me are more arousing than anything I’ve dreamed off. More arousing than my wet dreams of Elizabeth. Just the touch of strong hands. Strokes up and down my body - not touching the obvious areas of nipples and manhood. Just stroking. Stroking.

“Please,” I pant out between breaths. It’s getting hard to draw breath. My chest is tight and tightening even more with each pass of Jack’s hands. He suckles now on my chest bone, moving across to find a hardened nipple. I gasp as he takes it into his mouth. I never dreamed they could be so sensitive.

“No...oh please,” I moan, tying to arch away from his mouth. I don’t want him to stop...but I do. My nipples are so responsive to his mouth, growing more and more inflamed and aroused by the second. I arch again, this time a very loud gasp escaping my lips as my penis presses against another one.

“Shhh,” Jack croons, kissing the wet and hard nipple before moving onto its twin. His hands start to rub in circles around my hipbones, holding me down now, pressing me into the bed. I gasp, grinding my bottom against the hard mattress, the burning welts on my bum creating an infuriating - arousing - pain to combine with the pleasure of Jack’s hands and mouth. I never expected such sweet pain to feel so good.

After a few more minutes of sucking, stroking and grinding, my brain short-circuits. I howl and arch against Jack, my body shuddering as if in orgasm, but my cock is unable to spew out its load. Its bound and the pain grows, fuelling my passion and the mind-blowing edge of orgasm that I can’t cross over. Suddenly, the tightness around my cock disappears. A hot hand touches me; I scream my head off and come all over Jack, the bed, and myself. I’m still screaming, as Jack presses against my writhing body and rubs his cock into my stomach. I arch and grind myself into him. My hands clutching his shoulders as he digs his fingers into mine. Black spots appear before my eyes and just before I pass out, I feel a hot wetness against my stomach. It’s with a surprising sense of the completion of Jack’s orgasm that I let myself fall into orgasmic bliss and unconsciousness.

TBC