Blood and Roses

In Which Hector Finally Gets to Have His Idea of Fun With Will

Barbossa felt like a child on Christmas morning as the Raven dropped anchor in Tortuga. He burst into his quarters, a bleary eyed Will looking up from the bed. “Mm… what? Where are we?” his pet asked.

“We have reached Tortuga, pet,” Barbossa grinned, rummaging through drawers for pants and a belt. He held them up in the dying light of the evening. “These should fit ye.” He ran an appreciative eye over his pet. “Once ye earn it, that is.”

“Hrr?” Will grumbled as Barbossa tossed the two items on a bench by one of the room’s windows. He couldn’t figure out why he wanted to sleep all of the time. Will shook his head, struggling to clear it.

Looking at his pet, Barbossa felt a twinge of tenderness for the boy. The young man was rubbing at his eyes and yawning. Sitting on the bed, Hector reached out to push a lock of hair behind an ear. Sniffing, Barbossa pulled back. “Guess I should’a bathed ye at least once, pet,” Barbossa grumbled. The boy had been sleeping in his own filth for too long. Apparently, he hadn’t bothered to use the bucket Barbossa had left him every time.

“Actually, yer quite disgustin’, pet,” Barbossa sneered, pulling back. Perhaps he had used too much valerian on the boy. Still, that meant he would get to bathe his pet.

Grinning, Barbossa left the room in search of a tub. He found a metal one in the bowels of the ship. Yes, this would do quite nicely.

The crew looked at him strangely, but was glad when he sent all of them ashore. No one was interested in questioning the Captain’s desire to stay behind so they could go enjoy themselves. Pintel and Ragetti were a bit disgruntled that they would have to return in the morning, but there were worse fates.

Barbossa slammed the tub down in his quarters. Not only would he get to bathe his pet, but also there would be no one else on board. He could truly make his pet scream.

It was a pity that he had no hot water to offer the boy, but being summer, the water outside the Raven was warm enough not to cause… unwanted effects on the boy’s body parts.

Soon the tub was filled, and the crew was long gone. Barbossa set rags and soap next to the tub. Will was eying him warily as he unlocked the chain shackling the boy to the bed.

“Ye smell, pet,” Barbossa informed the boy. “And I can’t take ye through Tortuga smellin’ like that. Wouldn’t make me look good.” He lightly smacked the side of the tub. “In ye go.”

Will slid to the side of the bed, wrapping himself in a sheet. Barbossa was willing to let this slide, as his pet wasn’t at his most attractive right now. Will moved stiffly over to the tub, stepping in but refusing to remove the sheet. Glaring at Barbossa, he grumbled. “I can bathe myself.”

“Aye, but where’s the fun in that?” Pushing down on Will’s shoulder with a firm hand, Barbossa pulled away the sheet as his boy half tumbled into the tub with a splash. Picking up rag and soap, Barbossa worked up lather and roughly began to scrub the boy. “Disgustin’,” he muttered. “Ye will be expected to take better care of yerself in Tortuga, Pet.”

Will hissed at the rough treatment, but it was preferable to… other touching. As long as his captor was like this-

Barbossa reached down and began to gently clean his more sensitive bits. Gentle, slow strokes up and down.

“Oh. Oh, please, not again,” Will moaned, trying to crawl out of the tub.

Barbossa easily pushed him back into the tub. “Now, now, Pet, we have the whole ship to ourselves for the night.” Barbossa ran his lips across Will’s neck, stilling right next to his ear. “And I intend for us to enjoy every moment of it.”

Will whimpered, feeling himself beginning the treachery of his hardening manhood. “I’m not like that… I won’t… Ah, god!”

Barbossa had pressed two fingers from his other hand into the boy, crooking them almost immediately against that most glorious spot. “What was that, pet?” Barbossa chortled.

Will began to writhe. Between the hand pumping mercilessly on his cock, and the fingers stimulating his prostate, Will had no chance of lasting more than a few moments. “God!” Will called out again, eyes closed in bliss.

He wanted to keep his eyes closed. Maybe he would wake up back in Port Royal…

Barbossa roughly grabbed him by the hair. “No sleep yet, William,” he growled softly. “We’re just getting started, and ye still have a great deal to learn yet.”

“There’s more?” From the barked out laugh of Barbossa, Will wished he had kept his mouth shut. Barbossa tugged sharply on his hair. Though he refused to make any sounds of pain, Will grimaced and got to his feet.

“Oh, there is so much more for ye to learn, Pet.” Barbossa dragged his boy into the front room of his quarters. A small feast had been laid out for them. Will’s stomach growled, he had not eaten yet this day. “Hungry?”

To deny it would have been foolishness. Still, Will glared, “Of course, I’m hungry.”

“Pity then, that ye haven’t done anything to earn yer keep this day.” Barbossa flung Will across the room into several boxes. Will yelped in pain.

Keeping an eye on the boy, Barbossa sat at his table and began to slowly, relishingly eat pieces of chicken. He watched as Will rose to his feet and tried to make a desperate lunge for the food. Almost bored, Barbossa caught his pet before he could get a bite and tossed him back to the floor.

“No work, means no food, Pet,” Barbossa calmly informed him between bites. “Ye’ll have to work for yer meal.”

Though he kept it hidden, Barbossa noticed with amusement the conflict that played itself out on the boy’s face. If he decides to be stubborn, you’ll go without this night. “I most certainly will not,” Hector growled.

“Who are you talking to?” Will asked, trying to distract his captor.

“If ye want to eat, ye’ll have to give me something in return,” Barbossa offered in lieu of reply.

Setting his jaw, Will got to his feet. He tried to appear as menacing as a naked man could. “And if I don’t?”

Barbossa snorted. “Then ye starve.” He then cut an apple in half and bit into it slowly, chewing thoughtfully. “It really is a shame ye have to miss out, this is quite good.”

Just this once, Will told himself. “What do you want?” His voice betrayed him, coming out as a whisper. Barbossa met his glare, but Will quickly looked at the floor.

“Mmm.” Barbossa looked pointedly at Will’s mouth. “I don’t suppose ye know any of the uses for yer lips, pet?”

Yer mouth, or yer ass? Barbossa’s words from before flitted through Will’s mind. From his previous trip to Tortuga, Will had seen enough of prostitutes his one night there to have a pretty good idea what it was Barbossa wanted him to do.

Stiffly, Will approached his captor. “Where do you want me to do this?” he muttered.

Lazily resting his chin on a hand propped up on the table, Barbossa ran a finger in loose patterns on Will’s hip. “And what ‘this’ would ye be referring to?”

Will angrily ducked his head. “Damn you.”

“Oh, we’re all damned here, pet, but we’ll have fun doin’ the damnin’, won’t we?” Dragging a single nail along Will’s arm, Barbossa repeated, “What ‘this’ are ye referring to?”

Will took a calming breath through his nose. “You want me to suck… It,” he snapped.

“’It’?” Will could all but see the laughter in Barbossa’s voice. “Ye’ll need to be a bit more specific, pet.”

“You know what I mean, why must I say it?”

Twisting a bit in his chair to give Will better access. Barbossa was willing to let his pet get off easy this night. “On yer knees, boy,” he commanded.

Will slowly sank to his knees before Barbossa. Swallowing, he placed nearly numb fingers on the ties of Barbossa’s breaches. I can do this… Just this once… Trying not to think about what he was doing, Will quickly undid the breaches and freed Barbossa’s hardness. He opened his mouth and went to swallow, but Barbossa jerked his head to the side so hard that he flopped sideways. He looked at Barbossa in confusion.

“Not so fast, pet. That’s not what I want.” Barbossa smirked at him. “I want ye to start by lickin’ it first. Start at the bottom and work yer way up.”

Grimacing, Will regained his knees and placed his hands on Barbossa’s thighs. Pushing his head forward, he flicked his tongue out against the base of the cock in front of him. Barbossa sighed, raking a hand through his pet’s hair. Will slowly lapped his way up, from base to tip, occasionally swirling his tongue. Dipping back down, Will licked the cock once in a long stripe before lapping up the precum on the tip.

“Open yer mouth, pet,” Barbossa whispered reverently.

Refusing to look up, Will did as he was told. He struggled not to gag as Barbossa pushed into his unwilling mouth. He felt a moment of panic. Now what was he supposed to do?

“Suck on it, pet,” Barbossa encouraged. “No teeth.” He began to entwine his fingers in the boy’s hair as his pet’s head began to bob in his lap. That sight alone was enough to make him come. But he wanted his pet to learn his place. Tightening his grip, he pushed deep into his pet’s throat. He licked his teeth, feeling the boy starting to panic a bit. “Breathe through yer nose.” Barbossa began to thrust. Will began to pray for Barbossa to finish quickly. “Suck harder, boy,” Barbossa groaned. Desperate for his captor to find release, Will did as he was told, moaning fearfully. Barbossa hissed in pleasure at the delightful sensations the boy’s moans caused. “That’s it… Aye.” Throwing back his head, he loudly groaned his release, refusing to let Will’s head go until he had swallowed all that he could.

Barbossa finally let go of his pet. Will scrambled out of hand’s reach, struggling not to throw up. He wanted to kill Barbossa, but knew he was in no condition or position to do so. He would need to wait a bit more before planning his escape. And eat.

Looking at Barbossa’s satisfied face, Will swallowed his pride and asked, “May I eat now?”

Barbossa grinned. “Aye, that earned yer supper, pet.” He watched in amusement as Will descended on the table like a locust, scooping food into his mouth as if Barbossa would snatch it away at any moment. Barbossa took a moment to tie his breaches back up, though loosely.

Will paused in his frantic eating to eye Barbossa wearily as his approached, petting the back of Will’s head. “What? I did what you wanted.”

“Oh, aye, that ye did. But who says we’re done? All ye did was take the edge off, pet.” Barbossa pressed his body flush with Will’s back. “I’ve been waitin’ since Port Royal to truly make ye scream, Pet. And I intend to do that as soon as yer done eatin’.”