Power of the Sparrow

Power of the Sparrow, by Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Pirates of the Caribbean – NC-17

Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.

Typing convention. / is used for thoughts.

Archive: adult-fanfiction.org. Other than that, no problem, just tell me the URL.

Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink and her magnificent Jackal! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble BetaGoddess!

Summary: Will gives Jack a birthday present. Unfortunately, it’s cursed. J/W, O/J. Tort, N/C, SMBD, Slash, angst, lemon.

A/N: Let me know how you like it.

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Chapter 5 – Heaven and Hell

Bill shoved Jack onto the bed. Jack quickly reached under his pillow, pulled out a dagger and threw it at Bill. It passed through him harmlessly, embedding itself into Jack’s beautiful desk.

Bill laughed. “Nothing in your world can touch the dead, Jack. Not unless we concentrate hard on it. Just as nothing in our world can affect the living.”

Jack looked at him curiously. Then how do you explain me?”

“I don’t. But you’re standing perfectly balanced between the living and the dead.” He grabbed Jack by the ankle and yanked, causing Jack to grab the pillow and wrap it as best he could around his head as he flew off the bed to the ground, his now cushioned head hitting both the edge of the bed and the floor. Bill noticed that Jack had protected himself, and tore the pillow away from him, kicking him hard in the head, knocking him cold.

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Jack awoke feeling like his head wanted to burst. He looked around as best he could: No sign of Bill. He was upside-down and spread-eagled, naked in mid air, his wrists and ankles manacled to the ends of metal bars that were chained to the floor and ceiling via a pulley. His wrists were half a foot above the ground, and his ankles ached from holding his suspended weight for he didn’t know how long. He smiled as he remembered this rig. It had been Bill’s favorite torture device. He knew better to try to escape: He’d helped Bill originally install it himself. He didn’t know where it came from, though, as he thought Barbossa had gotten rid of it during his absence. He twisted his body to set it rotating to see if the elder Turner was behind him. Still no sign of Bill, and his ankles complained of the movement. He stayed quiet and tried to relax, the blood in his head refusing to allow the headache to lessen.

Only a few minutes later, the door opened. As he slowly rotated, he saw Anamaria walk in. She stopped dead at the sight before her: Her Captain was naked and spread-eagled upside-down with no support whatsoever. She did the only logical thing she could think of. She screamed.

Jack groaned and raised his head slightly to look at her. “Luv, go scream somewhere that doesn’t contain a man with a headache quite as big as mine. And while you’re at it, kindly call for Bill Turner to get to the Captain’s cabin right away.”

“Jack! You’re…floating in the air!” She walked around him, waving her hands beneath his arms as proof that he wasn’t on the ground.

Jack could see her arms pass through the chain that held the bar as if it wasn’t there. “Luv, just go call for Bill Turner, please?”

“Jack, Bill Turner’s dead. Will’s not back from the supply run ye both went on. Now tell me, Captain Jack Sparrow, how is that you’re not touchin’ the ground with no supports? Witchcraft?”

“No, luv. Well…I don’t rightly know if its witchcraft or not, actually. Bill Turner’s ghost has decided that he’s still my lover. He always did play rough. Could you PLEASE go and call for him? I’m really gettin’ tired of hangin’ around here. I have a ship to run!”

Anamaria backed out of the room. Jack could hear her shouting for Bill to come to his cabin. Several minutes later, Bill returned, walking through the door, his arms laden down with several items. Jack recognized one of them as being a cat o' nine tails, but Bill hid the rest for him under the cat. “So, Bill…when can I get to runnin’ me ship?”

Bill walked around Jack. “When my son arrives. Till then, we’re going to have some good old times, eh Jack?” He dropped the items on the floor so that Jack couldn’t see them, stopping Jack’s rotation. “Jack, you are magnificent in that rig! Even better than I remembered!”

Jack heard Bill pick something up. It didn’t sound like the cat. He felt Bill open his cheeks and press something hard and round at his rear entrance. “Oh god! Bill, no!”

“No? You’re telling ME no?!” He put down what he was holding and picked up the cat. “You need a lesson in manners, Jack. You NEVER say ‘no’ to your lover.” He let the cat fly into Jack’s back.

Jack let a small gasp escape. He felt his manhood start to come alive under the pain from the cat. He forgot how much he loved the cat! It hit again and again, leaving welts all over his back and ass, some of them drawing blood, but Bill clearly still knew what he was doing. It didn’t peel the skin off his back like it would have done had Bill not moved the cat so perfectly. The pain was exquisite, and Jack’s member stood proudly from it, dripping. Within a couple of minutes, though, Jack was out of breath and in tears. He was on the verge of passing out.

As suddenly as it started, it stopped. Jack tried to look around, and only started the rig rotating again. Bill stopped it. “Now, what do you say to your lover, Jack?”

Jack gasped for air. “Yes, master.”

“That’s better. Now, let’s get back to business.”

“Yes, master.”

Jack felt Bill press that same hard round object at his backside and pull his cheeks apart, which stretched the area full of welts. His breath hitched as he felt the one inch ball push past his muscles into his back entrance. Bill pushed it in as far as his finger would allow. “What do you say, Jack?”

“Thank you, master.”

“Good. You remembered.” He pushed the next one in, forcing the first one in deeper.

Jack moaned, partly in pleasure, partly in pain. “Thank you, master.”

Bill continued adding the balls, one at a time, waiting each time for Jack’s “Thank you, master.” Once he had all fifteen of them inside of Jack, he turned him around and looked at his face. It was red from being upside-down, and he looked like he was in quite a bit of pain. His eyes were watering slightly, and the kohl had run up his forehead past his hairline, making him look slightly demonic.

“Beautiful…simply perfect.” He moved his hands up and down Jack’s body, stopping at his thighs. Turning him around, he started giving him butterfly kisses up and down his back along the welts, which made Jack twitch, flinch, and moan. His body fought with itself, trying to make up its mind whether it was in heaven or hell. Bill picked something off the floor and moved around Jack. “We don’t want you cumming too soon, do we?” He wrapped a leather strap tightly around Jack’s manhood and balls, tying it off just short of turning them blue. “That’s my pet Captain.” He pinched Jack’s backside hard on a welt. Jack shrieked in surprise. “Now, now…we can’t have any of that. The crew will think there’s something untoward happening in here.” He took a rag and shoved it into Jack’s mouth, tying it there with a scarf. “That’s better.”

Jack was on the verge of passing out. His vision was darkened, and there were stars flashing before his eyes. His head felt like it was going to split open, as did his back and his ass. He tried to let Bill know that he couldn’t take any more of this at this time, when Bill suddenly reached behind him and started pulling the balls out of his ass at a steady pace. Jack screamed into the gag, his bound member begging for release. As the last ball popped out of his ass, Bill hit him hard on the backside with the cat, leaving a bad welt and taking some blood. Jack shrieked and passed out, his manhood oozing, unable to truly release.

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When next he woke, Jack found himself on the bed, though still naked and spread-eagled to the metal bars, which were now chained to the head and foot of the bed. The pain in his back and rear end was excruciating. His breath hitched through the gag, and Bill came into his line of vision. “You’re getting old, Jack. You used to take a lot more before you passed out.” He reached down and pinched a nipple, twisting it. Jack groaned, squeezing his eyes tight, his member growing hard in its bindings. “You still enjoy it though. Well, maybe you can take a bit more lying down.”

Jack shook his head vehemently, his eyes pleading.

“Oh, don’t worry, Jack. I won’t leave marks where they’ll be seen.” He lifted a paddle into Jack’s view: It had holes in it. Bill flipped Jack over effortlessly, Jack’s manhood digging into the bed and making it throb, begging for release. As the first hit landed on the welts on his rear, Jack screamed into the gag, his eyes watering and his organ wanting to explode. Bill grinned and lit into him, leaving ugly wheals every time. Jack was freely sobbing now, with his member oozing forth slowly as well.

Bill stopped and watched as Jack’s chest heaved, every ragged breath a welcomed luxury. He moved close and breathed in Jack’s ear. “I love to see you like this. You’re the only man I’ve ever known to take to torture like you.” He bit Jack’s ear, drawing blood. Jack moaned into the gag. “You honestly love this, don’t you?” Jack nodded slightly, trying not to move too much.

“Jack, I’ve traveled quite extensively since I died, and I’ve been wanting to try out a torture that I learned while in the Americas. It looks exquisitely painful, and I can’t wait to see you in it. Of course, I’ve improved upon it so that you’ll get the most from it. You DO want to try it out, don’t you, Jack?” Jack’s breath hitched, but he nodded. “I knew you’d want to try it for me. You were always SUCH a good pet.”

Bill freed Jack’s hands, grasping them behind his back, crossing them and tying them there. He freed his ankles and left them free. Then he flipped him over, causing Jack to scream into the gag. Bill suddenly removed the bindings from Jack’s weeping member and took it in his mouth.

That was all Jack needed. He screamed loudly into the gag as he came hard, Bill swallowing as fast as he could, while some of it ran out and down Jack’s jerking member. By the time the climax was over, Jack was completely spent. He lay limp as Bill picked him up and carried him over his shoulder back to the floor below the rings in the ceiling, laying him carefully on the floor on his back. Jack was still breathing raggedly, so Bill knew that he was still conscious, even though his eyes were closed and his face was slack.

Jack’s eyes shot open and he yelped when he felt something stab him through one side of his chest. He looked down his body to see Bill shoving a rather long, pointed, metal poker through the other side of his chest muscle, leaving it inside about four inches of his left pectoral muscle, three inches above his nipple. He yelped again as the pole went through is right pectoral muscle. He looked at Bill pleadingly as Bill tied a rope around both sides of the pole and in the middle, then sent the long end up and through the loop above him in the ceiling. His eyes went wide when Bill started hauling him up off the ground by the rope, and he sobbed even as his manhood almost instantly stood up, rock hard. The pain was less when he relaxed, so he let his head fall back as Bill pushed his knees around, making him rotate.

Bill couldn’t believe how hot Jack looked! A fine line of blood ran from each of the wounds in his chest all the way down his back to drip slowly off his toes. Bill fondled himself, finding that it only took a couple of tugs before his organ fairly exploded in pleasure. He stood there, watching Jack’s limp form rotate before him, not even needing to beat him as he’d planned in order to get himself off.

Quite suddenly, the door opened and Will walked in, smiling. He didn’t notice Jack yet. “I got a great deal on rum, Jack. You wouldn’t believe…JACK!!!”

Jack’s head jerked up and he looked at Will, his eyes wide. Bill immediately stopped Jack from spinning and got the gag out of his mouth.

“Jack! Omygod! What’ has he done to you?!” Will ran over and looked for any way to get Jack down, as all he could see was Jack with four open holes in his chest that were bleeding down his body into a puddle on the floor.

“Whelp, go out, count to twenty and come back in. This is not something I’d have wanted you to see.”

“No.” Will looked hurt and furious. “I am not going to leave and pretend this never happened, Jack. I’m not a child.”

“He’s MY child, though. Tell him to leave or I’ll kill you.”

“Bill, I’ll not tell him anything of the kind!” Bill picked up the cat. “DO IT!” He let the cat fly. It hit Jack on the front of his thigh and hip, the end flicking his manhood.

Jack shrieked and came hard. “Bill! Stop! PLEASE! Will might destroy you if ye don’t stop!”

Bill sent three more lashes against Jack, making his breath hitch as he knew they were coming. He was NOT going to let Will hear him scream again.

Will pulled out a dagger. It fairly gleamed. “Jack, I’ve heard tell that silver can affect ghosts. If he doesn’t let you go NOW, I’m going to find out.”

Bill laughed. “And how is he going to even find me with that puny blade?” He let another blow fly, this time hitting Jack in the stomach. Will saw the welt appear, pulled out a pistol quickly and shot. Bill screamed. The shot had hit him in the chest. Although he knew that silver couldn’t destroy him, pain was quite another matter, and he’d much rather be on the giving end. “Jack, you’ll pay for this later, I promise!” He lowered Jack to the ground, untied him and disappeared, leaving the rod embedded through Jack’s chest. The silver ball dropped to the floor.

Will picked Jack up as carefully as he could and laid him gently on the bed. Jack jerked as he was laid down, then relaxed as best he could. He pulled the metal bar out of his chest and threw it to the other side of the room. “Lad, don’t leave me alone for the rest of this trip. Not for a moment.”

“I won’t, Jack. I promise.” He hurried to the desk and pulled out the sewing kit, went to the door and called for a crewman to bring a bucket of saltwater, and hurried back to Jack. He made Jack lie on his back so that he could stitch the holes in his chest. As soon as the water arrived, he washed all of the welts and cuts in it so that they would heal properly, then took off his clothes and climbed into the bed, cuddling the older man who had curled himself into fetal position as they both fell asleep.

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TBC

A/N: The pole through the pectoral muscles is actually adapted from a Mandan Indian rite of manhood. For visuals, see the movie "A Man Called Horse". I've always wanted to have fun with that one...now REVIEW!!!!