Barbossa's Boys 2
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
8,324
Reviews:
107
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
After the Battle
POTC is not ours, and that depresses me .
Contains slash, non-con. If ya don't like, don't read.
This written tale is solely for entertainment and not meant to infringe.
This chapter is dedicated to the wonderful Julie-Rae, a reviewer of magnificent proportions, and all the wonderful people that have read and reviewed this tale thus far. Thank you all so very much. Without Julie-Rae, this chapter would not be nearly as good. Three cheers for Julie-Rae!!!!!
B/J B/W J/W B/J/W
Barbossa's Boys
The battle was hours old, the Dutch ship defeated, the swag safely stored belowdecks, and even an interesting prisoner locked in the brig, before Barbossa decided to finally return to his cabin.
The clunk of footsteps outside the door woke the two dozing men. Will's eyes snapped open and he inched instinctively closer to Jack, who offered a tight-lipped smile and a reassuring nod.
Jack knew Barbossa would be upset, but he really couldn't bring himself to care. Will's first time had been loving and gentle, and whatever consequences came now, Jack would face gladly. It would be worth it.
The door flew open, shoved from the outside by Barbossa, who was carrying a slim leather bag. He strode in, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Well, boys, I tol' ye I'd find ye somethin'-"
He stopped short, his eyes caught on Will and Jack. Instantly, his eyes narrowed to hate-filled slits. He knew.
Tossing the bag to the floor,he dug his fingers brutally into Jack's arm and yanked him to his feet.
"What'd ye do, Jack?" he growled at the black-haired scalawag.
Jack flashed a sheepish grin. "Couldn't resist, mate, " he drawled, waggling his fingers at Barbossa.
Barbossa responded with a sickening smirk of his own. "Really? " he asked and slapped the slimmer man, more to insult than to injure.
A stifled gasp from Will brought his attention back to the beauty still waiting on his bed. The boy had sat up, pulling the sheet up to his chest in a gesture of modesty that was almost girlish, and he was watching the two pirates with trepidation.
Sliding a finger under Jack's collar, Barbossa pulled him close. "Fucked him already, did ye, Jack?" he whispered.
Jack's eyes glinted, but he said nothing.
"Not a mess, so it looks like he let ye. Can't say as I'm surprised, Jack. Ye've always enjoyed takin' what isn't yers."
"Wasn't yours, either." Will said, glaring at the blue-eyed pirate.
"I'll be dealing with ye in a bit, whelp, " he glared at the young man on the bed. "Jack still needs...." Barbossa's eyes rolled in thought. "..correction." He bared his teeth in a silent snarl and punched Jack without warning, forcing the air from the pirate's lungs.
Jack doubled over, fighting for breath, and found himself spun around and shoved forward onto the bed. Barbossa's knee was heavy on the small of his back, pinning him down, grinding his hips against the coarse wool of the blanket.
Barbossa yanked the dirk from its place at his belt and caught Will's eyes with a nauseating grin.
"What are you doing?" Will shouted, lurching forward.
Barbossa ignored him. "Methinks I'll cut 'em off ye, Jack. What sez ye?" Barbossa held the edge of the cold blade against the testicles bared between Jack's spread thighs.
"No!"
Will grabbed hold of Barbossa's arm only to be knocked back against the headboard
"Jack?" Barbossa was clearly enjoying himself.
"What fun would I be, then, eh?" Jack said, twisting his head to look at Barbossa. "Eunuchs are no fun t'all, don'tcha know."
Barbossa considered this for a moment. "T'is true. But really, ye've gone too far this time, Jack. Ye deserve to be punished."
"No, please. I asked him." Will laid a hand on Barbossa's shoulder. "Please, don't punish him for what I've done." He gazed earnestly up at his captor. "Please."
"I suppose I can always hurt Jack later." His gaze slid down Will's bare chest almost hungrily . Re-sheathing the blade, he reached over and cupped Will's cheek gently. and then slapped him.
Will cried out in surprise, a hand flying to the sharp pain and pressing against the stinging flesh.
Casually, Barbossa shoved Jack to the floor and stopped him from rising with a heavy boot against his neck. "Stay, Jack."
The black haired pirate stretched out beneath Barbossa's glare, sliding his hands behind his head and crossing his legs at the ankle, seemingly unconcerned with his nudity.
Though furious with Sparrow, Barbossa was in a prime position to appreciate the bronzed glow of the supine man's skin, the way the sun highlighted his muscular form and woke hidden fire in his twisted hair. He could even admire his indomitable spirit as he lay there, feigning nonchalance.
There was something Barbossa loved about stripping that from him. "My turn, Jack, fer a taste of the lad."
Jack said nothing, but his eyes darkened.
"Let's see if I can't make him scream."
Contains slash, non-con. If ya don't like, don't read.
This written tale is solely for entertainment and not meant to infringe.
This chapter is dedicated to the wonderful Julie-Rae, a reviewer of magnificent proportions, and all the wonderful people that have read and reviewed this tale thus far. Thank you all so very much. Without Julie-Rae, this chapter would not be nearly as good. Three cheers for Julie-Rae!!!!!
B/J B/W J/W B/J/W
Barbossa's Boys
The battle was hours old, the Dutch ship defeated, the swag safely stored belowdecks, and even an interesting prisoner locked in the brig, before Barbossa decided to finally return to his cabin.
The clunk of footsteps outside the door woke the two dozing men. Will's eyes snapped open and he inched instinctively closer to Jack, who offered a tight-lipped smile and a reassuring nod.
Jack knew Barbossa would be upset, but he really couldn't bring himself to care. Will's first time had been loving and gentle, and whatever consequences came now, Jack would face gladly. It would be worth it.
The door flew open, shoved from the outside by Barbossa, who was carrying a slim leather bag. He strode in, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Well, boys, I tol' ye I'd find ye somethin'-"
He stopped short, his eyes caught on Will and Jack. Instantly, his eyes narrowed to hate-filled slits. He knew.
Tossing the bag to the floor,he dug his fingers brutally into Jack's arm and yanked him to his feet.
"What'd ye do, Jack?" he growled at the black-haired scalawag.
Jack flashed a sheepish grin. "Couldn't resist, mate, " he drawled, waggling his fingers at Barbossa.
Barbossa responded with a sickening smirk of his own. "Really? " he asked and slapped the slimmer man, more to insult than to injure.
A stifled gasp from Will brought his attention back to the beauty still waiting on his bed. The boy had sat up, pulling the sheet up to his chest in a gesture of modesty that was almost girlish, and he was watching the two pirates with trepidation.
Sliding a finger under Jack's collar, Barbossa pulled him close. "Fucked him already, did ye, Jack?" he whispered.
Jack's eyes glinted, but he said nothing.
"Not a mess, so it looks like he let ye. Can't say as I'm surprised, Jack. Ye've always enjoyed takin' what isn't yers."
"Wasn't yours, either." Will said, glaring at the blue-eyed pirate.
"I'll be dealing with ye in a bit, whelp, " he glared at the young man on the bed. "Jack still needs...." Barbossa's eyes rolled in thought. "..correction." He bared his teeth in a silent snarl and punched Jack without warning, forcing the air from the pirate's lungs.
Jack doubled over, fighting for breath, and found himself spun around and shoved forward onto the bed. Barbossa's knee was heavy on the small of his back, pinning him down, grinding his hips against the coarse wool of the blanket.
Barbossa yanked the dirk from its place at his belt and caught Will's eyes with a nauseating grin.
"What are you doing?" Will shouted, lurching forward.
Barbossa ignored him. "Methinks I'll cut 'em off ye, Jack. What sez ye?" Barbossa held the edge of the cold blade against the testicles bared between Jack's spread thighs.
"No!"
Will grabbed hold of Barbossa's arm only to be knocked back against the headboard
"Jack?" Barbossa was clearly enjoying himself.
"What fun would I be, then, eh?" Jack said, twisting his head to look at Barbossa. "Eunuchs are no fun t'all, don'tcha know."
Barbossa considered this for a moment. "T'is true. But really, ye've gone too far this time, Jack. Ye deserve to be punished."
"No, please. I asked him." Will laid a hand on Barbossa's shoulder. "Please, don't punish him for what I've done." He gazed earnestly up at his captor. "Please."
"I suppose I can always hurt Jack later." His gaze slid down Will's bare chest almost hungrily . Re-sheathing the blade, he reached over and cupped Will's cheek gently. and then slapped him.
Will cried out in surprise, a hand flying to the sharp pain and pressing against the stinging flesh.
Casually, Barbossa shoved Jack to the floor and stopped him from rising with a heavy boot against his neck. "Stay, Jack."
The black haired pirate stretched out beneath Barbossa's glare, sliding his hands behind his head and crossing his legs at the ankle, seemingly unconcerned with his nudity.
Though furious with Sparrow, Barbossa was in a prime position to appreciate the bronzed glow of the supine man's skin, the way the sun highlighted his muscular form and woke hidden fire in his twisted hair. He could even admire his indomitable spirit as he lay there, feigning nonchalance.
There was something Barbossa loved about stripping that from him. "My turn, Jack, fer a taste of the lad."
Jack said nothing, but his eyes darkened.
"Let's see if I can't make him scream."