Will's Slavery or Slavery on the Seven Seas

Part 6

Jack’s POV:

I lick the rod inside my mouth clean; feeling Will soften on my tongue. He’s passed out, it proves the kid was wound up too tight, like he had a rod up his ass. Oh he does...my finger. I laugh to myself, and let the lad’s cock fall from my mouth. I slowly remove my finger noting how tight he feels in there. Tight and warm. Going to be in there by tonight. Oh yes. He’ll be passing out again before I’ve done with him.

Will’s so pretty when he comes. His cheeks blushing red, his body trembling, tightening. He pants and moans, words turning into breaths of air instead of making a noise. He begs so well before the crescendo hits and then he‘s writhing, and moaning, and arching. He’s so pretty and he doesn’t even realise it. Will don’t see himself as a sexual creature. He doesn’t see what I do. Will is a master’s dream. Innocent, young, confused and oozing sexual curiosity. I bet Elizabeth, the bitch, never made him hard just by kissing him. She’s never made him come by rubbing up against him still clothed. Well, I have.

I stroke my hands down Will’s thighs, delighting in his soft skin. Pale and untouched by scars, so different to the colour of my hands. I have scars on my thighs were Will doesn’t. Scars where my Captain would tie my legs open with a pole. Scars where men would dig in their fingernails as they took me. Scars where my Captain made me bleed with his knife.

I close my eyes, trying to push the memories back. This is Will before me - not a copy of me. I’m no longer a slave, I’m the master now. This boy is my pretty one, mine, and mine alone. I’ll never share him with anyone. I stroke the firm planes of Will’s stomach, moving to the outside of his thighs. I feel it on his right thigh, my mark. The mark of a Sparrow. Mine.

The old memories fade with touching Will. The pain is gone and I turn my attention to the spent boy lying limp across my table. I would like to leave him here, but someone might find him. Instead, I climb on top of him, my knees on either side of his chest and I lean down to kiss his lips gently.

“Hmmmm, Jack,” he moans as our lips part. I wonder what Elizabeth would think about that. In the height or aftermath of orgasm, Will’s never moaned her name. I kiss his lips again, this time lazily tasting inside his mouth with my tongue. His opens wide, welcoming me inside and a warm tongue slides against my own.

“I have to go back on deck,” I mumble against his lips when our kiss ends. Will moans softly, and a warm hand presses against my back. His eyes are closed still, and I don’t think he realises what he’s doing. Like I’ve said before, his body reacts to me in ways his mind refuses to do. “I want you to stay in the bunk until I get back.”

Will’s hazel eyes flick open and his body stiffens. See, his brain has engaged and he won’t touch me. I slide off him, and hold out my hand. He slowly gets off the table, a hand rubbing his back. With the amount of thrashing and arching he did, I’m not surprised. I lead him out of the main cabin and back to the bunk.

“Are you going to tie me up again?” Will asks.

“Will, my pet, you know you shouldn’t ask me questions. I’m captain here, not you.”

Anger flashes in Will’s eyes and once again he stiffens, fists clenched at his side. This is another sign of disobedience I’ll have to remember later.

“Get on the bed,” I demand.

Will hesitates, his eyes flicking from me, to the bed, and then to the door. Finally, he sighs and climbs onto the bed. He can’t escape. He doesn’t want another beating, so he’s obeying...for now. Doesn’t he know I understand what he’s feeling? I tie his hands to together and attach the rope to the hook on the wall. I then turn to his legs, moving to sit at the end of the bunk. Will’s eyesen ien in confusion as I lift his knees and spread his legs open.

“What are you doing?” he hisses, voicvoice touched with a little fear.

“I want ya to think about something,” I tell him, my hands stroking his firm, beautiful thighs. “I want ya to think of how pretty you are. How perfect your body. How you make me desire ya. How beautifully you come. Think about how I’m going to take ya tonight.”

Will gasps and he tries to close his thighs. I don’t let him, leaning my arm across the backs; I hold him open and suck a finger into my mouth. Will’s eyes open wider in panic. When I’ve made my finger wet enough, I press it to the tiny opening to his body.

“No! Please, Jack!”

I press my finger inside him, the muscles contracting around me. He tries to wriggle his hips, but it only makes my finger move around inside him. He gasps in surprise at the sensation. I press deeper searching for something. Then with a loud yell of surprise I know I’ve found it. I press the magic button, making him cry out and arch off the bed. His lovely long, well-formed cock once again shows interest and starts to rise from his groin. I stroke the button harder, watching until his penis is fully erect. It’s with a moan, from both of us, that I pull my finger out. I wipe it on the sheets, and then find the leather strap to bind his cock. Will grunts as I handle the sensitive skin, binding him tightly, around the base of his cock and balls. I love to see him so. Erect and unable to come. Only doing so when he screams my name, when he begs me to let him.

“Bastard!” Will snarls as I stand up. I grin back...and surprisingly so does Will. Now that’s interesting. Very interesting.

“I’ll be back soon, me pretty petal.”

Will flings his head back into the pillow and groans.

~*~*~*~

It’s dark by the time I’m able to return to Will. He’s still bound where I left him, cock hard and legs spread. The only difference being the relaxed look on his face as he sleeps. Soft lips, long eyelashes spreading over his cheeks and no tension in his features. He’s as pretty as many a girl. More desirable even, with his pale skin, pink nipples, smooth, hollow stomach, flared hips and straight cock. Tonight, I’m going to see if he’s tighter than any virgin is.

I can’t wait until later, until after dinner. I need to sample him now. I start to undress, throwing aside my waistcoat, shirt, breeches and finally, my hat. My body is so unlike his. Darker. Scarred. Hard where Will is smooth and soft. Jaded while Will is innocent. Damn, I never want him to lose that.

I climb onto the bed and kneel between his spread legs. I stroke his smooth thighs, pushing them back, rolling up his hips. His tiny hole blinks at me. I swallow hard.

“What will you do when you’ve had me?”

I almost fall of the bed when Will speaks. I didn‘t realise he was awake.

“I’m not stupid you know. People use me. They take what they want. My skill. My loyalty. My love. What will you do, Captain Sparrow?”

“I’ll keep ya, savvy?”

Will is silent, not replying, just spreading his legs wider.

“I want to feel you,” he whispers. “You make me feel so many things. Feelings I’ve never experienced before. You make me feel like...”

“Like sex on legs?” I ask with a laugh.

“Yeah,” Will sighs.

Enough with the talking. Never wanted to rape Will and it looks like I won’t have to now. How can he not see how erotic and attractive he is? So pretty. So alluring. Ass begging to be fucked. A cock begging to be ridden. All mine.

Enough thinking, it’s time to act. I lean over the bed, grab my jacket and fish out from my pocket a pot of grease. Good stuff this, the best. Virgin oil for me virgin lad. I lay it on the bed and spread Will’s legs again. He tilts his hips, and I lift his legs over my forearms. He shudders as I hold him open. Spread out like a feast. I dip my finger into the oil, spreading it around a little; making sure it coats the whole digit. I groan at the thought of my finger breaching his tightness. I grit my teeth. I have to hold back or I’ll be splattering his thighs before I even get inside him. I press my fingertip to his hole, spreading the oil around in circles a couple of times before finally breaching him. Will lets out a long gasp. I press deeper, looking for that spot once again. I find the ridge and press.

“Ohhh!” His body tightens, lifting off the bed as I caress him. I withdraw and slick up a second finger. This one enters with a little more pressure; making Will feel the stretch. I scissor them, log upg up the length of Will’s body to see his eyes widen in amazement. His mouth an perfect `O’ as I wriggle my fingers. His hands claw at the rope binding them, and he arches again as I touch his magic spot. Sweet.

It’s time to lube up a third finger, and when this one enters, I have to use both hands to open him. I hear a loud thud as his head drops back and he cries out. “Captain!” His perfect hips rise up off the bed, and as I press deeper he starts to ride my fingers. I watch as his head is flung from side to side, his teeth biting though his lips and eyes squeezed shut. I know I’m not hurting him - it’s not pain in his face, but complete pleasure. He loves the touching. Everything I’ve ever done to him has been about touching and his body can’t deny how much he likes it. His mind can, and does, but at this moment, I don’t think it’s engaged. His body has taken over and he’s writhing, begging below me. I can’t hold back a second more.

I rip my three fingers out of his passage, lube up my cock with lots of oil and lifting his hips higher, press against his clenching hole. Will pants, and his eyes find mine. They are unfocused, shiny, wet with the tears of passion and need. I press in hard and his eyes close. His mouth falls open again as my cock head opens up his ass. He howls as I press deeper into him. I bite my lip as I gain entrance to the tight sheath of his body.

“So fuckin’ tight!” I cry, and wow, it is too. His muscles are clenching around me, but still relaxed enough to let me in. My foreskin is being pushed back by his tightness creating beautiful friction. I press on, moving slowly even though I want to pound into him. I want to make him wail and scream. I want to get sucked up into his tightness. But I don’t. I go slowly and finally - finally! - I slip all the way inside and my balls rest against his buttocks.

“Oh! Oh! Jack!” Will pants out when I’m fully embedded. We’re one now. Nothing can ever part us. We fit together. Two of the same, and yet at the same time, totally opposite.

I stroke the firm body below me. Dark hands rubbing over his pale hips and stomach. I don’t move yet, I need to relax a bit to hold back my impending orgasm. His tightness alone makes me want to come. As the tension leaves my groin, I slowly begin to move. Small strokes in and out, little pushes against his wet, hot walls. His pants are controlled now, gasping as I push in, moaning as I pull out. I speed up slowly, feeling the muscles inside him tense and relax around my girth.

“Squeeze me when I push in,” I whisper to him, feeling him tighten as I push against him. He yelps. “Squeeze when I pull out.” He does, and his body clings to my cock. He likes that feeling, and I push in easily and then he squeezes as I pull out. With each thrust and retreat, I scrape more and more forcibly over his prostate - his magic button. He makes a sound like a little cough when I brush against it. I move in concert with his body, we work as one and it’s dy ady amazing! Never has a lover felt like Will. Never have I blended with another to move as one perfect being. I love the sounds he makes. He loves when I shift deeper. I love the look on his glazed eyes. He loves me stroking his hipbones. We one one.

Soon all thought is gone and I’m pounding into his tight place. My balls slapping against his ass. My fingers digging bloodied holes into his hips. Sharp pants rise from his open mouth. Cries of passion fall from my own. Slap and squish. Grunt and groan. Yell and beg. Fingers gripping tightly to flesh and rope. Hips rolling, slapping against flesh over and over again. Bodies tightening, flying higher with each thrust. I’m on the edge of orgasm, and it’s only with the need for Will to come with me that I remember to untie his bound cock.

“JACK!!” The loud screech fills the cabin and Will comes all over my hand, chest and even spatters my chin. His ass muscles tighten around me, clenching and squeezing involuntarily as he comes. I howl seconds later, spilling my seed deep within him. I press in deeper, wanting to fill every limb and crevice. His hips are lifted off the bed, legs in the air and I still can’t get deep enough. Finally, the last spurt erupts from me and I fall back, slipping from his body and collapsing on the bunk.

“Oh wow,” I breathe. My body exhausted and still. I never want to move from this spot.

Will’s POV:

“Oh god, oh lord, oh wow!” I pant out, my head falling back onto the pillow as my orgasm washes through me. My whole body is trembling. Shivering with after-effects of post-coital bliss. That was a hundred times better than my own hand. That was beyond belief. I think every cell in my body orgasmed! If this is what awakening sexuality is all about, I’m all for it! That was unbelievable. Jack can do that to me any day of the week! Over and over again. He can...

I stop thinking. What am I doing? I’ve just experienced the most intense, passionate and amazing sexual event of my life - with Jack! With a man. With a man that claims to be my owner. With someone who isn’t Elizabeth.

Guilt floods through me. I haven’t thought of her once when Jack touches me. When he has sex with me. Not once have I considered her. Not once have I screamed her name. No matter how much I try to tell myself I hate Jack and his advances, deep down, I know I don’t. I like him touching me. I love it when he brings me to an orgasm that makes me pass out. I like being a ‘her’ with him. Oh, I still hate the whole ownership thing. I’m not a slave...but can I do without Jack touching me again if I leave? Could I ever find this passion in Elizabeth’s arms?

These thoughts are once again dismissed as Jack crawls up the length of my body and unties my hands. He strokes the red marked wrists and kisses my palms. I moan of course, as I do every time he touches me. The spark of his touch is now undeniable. He makes something deep inside me burn. I don’t know if it’s love or just sexual desire. I don’t care. I like it.

He leans over me, placing his hands beside my head and leans down to kiss my bruised lips. His wonderful tongue laps at my mouth and I give him entrance. He dives right in, lapping at my teeth, sliding against my tongue and basically getting as deep as he can. Sometimes, I wish he could get deeper.

“Sleep now, me Will,” Jack purrs into my ear, as he breaks the kiss and lies beside me. His body fits into my side, a heavy leg sliding over my hip and an arm wraps around my chest. I’m warm, spent and completely sated. I turn into Jack’s embrace, rest my face into his neck and close my eyes. He smells so good. His hair brushes against my face, the heavy trinkets making a bell like sound. When did I get used to sleeping with him? When did I learn to like the feel and the touch of him? I can’t hold on to the questions anymore, exhaustion takes over and I lose myself in sleep.

Jack’s POV:

Tonight the dreams come again. They awoke mely tly this morning, my body was still curled around Will and in my fears I had held him tighter. His nose is crushed against my neck, my arms clinging to his back, and my legs completely entwined with his. It would be easy to assume we were - are - one body.

I awoke on the edge of a scream. The dream feeling so real - so now. Yet, after I awaken I don’t feel the fear I used to. Will is here in my arms and it’s no longer real.

I dreamed of Him. I never can say his name, not even after all these years. I always think of him as `Him’ or `The Captain’. He was my master, my owner. I was but 14 when he brought me. I didn’t really have much of a family life before that, I spent most of it on ships even then - my father was first mate on a merchant vessel and my mother a cook. I don’t really remember how I ended up on a slaver’s block. Yet, I did and was sold to the Captain of the Black Pearl. This ship became my prison after that. I was branded, raped and beaten on the very first night. I screamed for someone to save me but no one did. I spilt my blood and sweat onto the decks of the Pearl for years after, servicing that bastard of a Captain.

But my dream wasn’t about that. It was about the last days of my servitude. Years later, when I was 21 years old. It had been a night like any other; the Captain beat me, raped me and then tied me to the end post of his bunk. Unfortunately, over the years my Captain had made many enemies and that night they lay siege to the Black Pearl and attempted to board her. For the first time I had a chance of freedom. If I could escape at the same time as the raid, there was a chance I could go free with the borders. If I were put with the Black Pearl’s crew I would be killed along with the Captain. So I acted. I attacked him, almost pulled my foot off as I tugged on the rope that bound me. I bit and fought him. He tried to shove me off, but I bit his leg, my mouth filling with his blood. He flung me aside, snapping the bone in my ankle and I went crashing into a lantern. The oil burst into flame and I managed to get it to burn my rope. I stood painfully on my feet, my leg and arm burned and ankle broken. My master had grabbed a sword by then, and laughed as I attacked him again. How I managed to get the sword away from him I’ll never know. I bit, screamed, fought, hit - anything to stop him. There was so much pain but I couldn’t stop. I had to be free. In the end, bleeding, on the edge of giving up, I managed to grab a short knife he kept beside his bed and I stabbed him. I just kept on stabbing him until the invaders Captain burst into the cabin and had to drag me off.

I don’t remember much after that. I was tended and healed, my body no longer pretty, but scarred and burned. Yet, I was free and nothing could spoil that feeling of joy at my freedom. The other Captain, who had no interest in the Pearl herself, offered me a partnership. So I took the partnership and the ship. The Black Pearl became mine. The ship where I had spilt my blood now gave me her very existence. The Black Pearl became my new freedom, and I was her new master and she would never betray me. The Pearl too is Will’s guardian - he has spilt his blood here. He belongs here with her and me. Yet, what if he became like me. If he starts to plans my murder as I did my Captain’s. I could never see that happen to my beautiful, pure Will. His innocence is more than skin deep. I’d hate to see myself destroy that.

I curl my arms tightly around his firm body and hold him to me. To keep him, I might have to let him go.

With great reluctance I pry myself away from him, untangling our arms and legs, but before I go I press my lips to his forehead.

“Mine, Will, yer always mine.”

I get up, dress and leave him. My heart breaking with every step, but I cannot break him. I want him. I want to own him. But to take that ownership to the point of where I destroy him? I can’t.

Goodbye, my sweet Will.

Will’s POV:

I awaken to a cold and empty bed. Over the last couple of days Jack has always been here in my arms, holding me tight, my nose buried in his neck. I miss his presence, even though I find that strange. He’s a man - a man who has made me a slave - but even though my mind says I shouldn’t miss him - I do. I stretch out and suddenly still. I quickly notice the change, for the leather strap, which is always around my cock, is missing. My hands are free too. I have no bindings holding me to the bed. I slowly get up and look around, wondering what else is new. Next I spot a shirt, breeches, and shoes lying on the table. More confusion.

I’m frozen for a moment, unsure what to do. Dress or stay in bed. Dress and leave. Stay naked and stay. I decide to dress. Pulling on the rough clothing feels strange against my skin. I’ve spent so long naked that I’ve almost grown used to it. I’m no longer so embarrassed and I think a part of me likes how Jack leers at my nakedness.

I dress in the clothing and slowly try the door. The door opens quietly, but again to my surprise the outer cabin is empty and beyond that the door hangs wide open. Complete confusion now reigns. I cross the cabin and approach the doors, ready for anyone that might jump out at me. No one does and when I reach the door, I can’t see anyone around either. No Jack. No Guards. Hell, no crew. I stand out on deck looking around - no one. Then I gasp.

We’re no longer at sea, but anchored just outside a port. A port that I recognise - Port Royal. Jack has brought me home. I can jump ship easily enough and swim to shore from here. I could be back with Elizabeth and forget all this ever happened. I could go back to my life. I wouldn’t be a slave. I could...

What am I doing? Thinking about it? I should go before anyone comes back. I don’t care where they are - I can leave. I run down the steps and make for the rail on the port side of the ship. No ones around so I can jump into the water and swim to shore. I can just go.

Okay, I can do all that so why am I hesitating?

Why aren’t I jumping right into that blue-green water and swimming to shore?

Why aren’t I running to see Elizabeth?

Why aren’t I leaving?

I stand on the edge, looking over the railing to the waters below. I can go. No one will stop me. Just jump. My mind is screaming go! Jump! Run! But my heart is saying...stay. My body is screaming - stay! A wonderful ache in my ass is begging to me stay too. If I stay, though, I would be committing myself to the life of a slave. I would be doing it willingly this time. I would be choosing to stay with Jack.

Jack who I loathe...but can’t really hate. Jack who inspires in me such confusion between hate, desire, need, and love. Jack who shoves aside any thought or memory of Elizabeth. Jack who takes me to such heights of emotional and sexual pleasure. Hell, I’m even missing my hands being tied and the leather strap around my cock.

Which should I choose? The life of comfort and homely feelings with Elizabeth? Or the life of adventure, passion and the greatest pleasure I’ve ever experienced with Jack? One life can last forever. One can’t. One life can bring children. While the other can make me feel more alive than I’ve ever done before. One life will stay stale and unchanging. While the other, the other will be full of mystery and never knowing what’s around the corner. One life is tied to Elizabeth. While the other is tied to Jack.

Jack or Elizabeth. It’s as simple as that.

Slave or free man. Slave or husband. Lover or companion.

I look over to the busy town of Port Royal. At the green hills. The large confining buildings. I look at them one last time say say goodbye. I turn my back on Elizabeth, and walk up the steps and back into my Captain’s cabin, my clothing falling to the ground as I go. I remove the last piece as I open the inner bedroom door and find myself naked once again. My leather strap is waiting for me, abandoned between the sheets on the bunk. I pick it up, wrapping a firm hand around my cock and pump until I’m panting and hard. I wrap the strap around my penis and balls just as Jack does. He likes me hard. I get onto the bed, my legs open and my arms crossed above my head. I close my eyes and just breath.

This is me now. I’m Will, Jack’s slave.

It’s not long before the cabin darkens and I open my eyes to see Captain Jack Sparrow standing in the doorway. He doesn’t say anything, just gives me a sad smile and starts to undress. His clothing joins mine on the floor; I like him naked too. He climbs onto the bed, kneels between my legs, and bends over me. His long fine fingers rake through my hair and he crushes our mouths together. I love his kisses.

Finally, it ends and he gazes into my eyes. “Yer’ve been very bad, my precious,” he purrs, one hand gliding down my chest to squeeze a nipple. I moan in desire and arch up against him.

“Yer’ve not been punished for your disobedience yesterday and this morning,” he leans close, hissing into my ear. “Ya touched yeself.”

I had feared he would talk about Port Royal and not leaving, but he doesn’t. He never will mention that and neither shall I. It’s gone as if the past never existed. As if Elizabeth never existed. I am a slave and he is my Captain. There is nothing more than that - for both of us.

“Get on yer stomach,” Jack growls and helps me roll over.

Blood and passion are burning through my veins as I arch my back into Jack’s hands. He holds me down and I wonder what punishment he’s thinking off. The strap? His belt? Both of them make me even harder. I moan and rock my hips, trying to get some friction to my cock.

“Naughty,” Jack laughs into my ear and drags my hips off the bed until I’m up on my knees with my head pushed into the pillow. “Now, yer need five punishments for yesterday and ooo, another five for touching what’s mine.”

A hot hand rubs over my bottom and I start to pant. I don’t understand why, and probably never will. Why do I react to Jack the way I do? He moves behind me and suddenly I feel the burning hit of the flat of his hand against my left cheek. I yelp with the pain.

“One.”

Then another slap, another pain and he leaves a burning mark behind on the right cheek.

“Two.”

Pain flares, but so does passion. He hits me again, and again. Counting out the slaps, until he reaches ten. By that time, my brain has shut down and my body has taken over. I’m desperate for Jack’s touch.

“Please, Captain,” I plead, arching my back even more and offering myself to him. Damn, I’ve turned into a right slut.

“Mine,” Jack snarls, and with strong hands he parts the burning cheeks and presses his hardness against my fluttering hole. I try to draw him in, but he torments me with little pushes. I’m about to beg a second time, but with a sudden cry he shoves forward, riding on last night’s oil and cum, burying himself back into my body. Back where he belongs.

We grind and push. Thrust and cry. Two bodies joined together forever. I don’t know if it’s love or lust that holds me to Jack Sparrow. I don’t know if it’s hate and revenge either. All I do know is that he is my Captain, my master. I am his slave. I have accepted this life, for whatever reason, be it love or the sense of adventure. I have chosen Jack and he me. It’s the way we should always be - together.

The End.

Author’s Notes: William Turner is one of the most interesting characters in the Pirates of the Caribbean film. No, he doesn’t have the presence of Jack Sparrow or his unusual attributes, but William does go through so many changes during the film, that’s what makes him interesting. The beginning of PotC portrays Will as a shy young man, ignored by his peers and rather stiff...(referring to Mr Gibbs and Jack’s conversation in the Wound to Tight deleted scene - when referring to Will says he’s a bit of a stick) As the film develops Will learns, changes, and at the end he reaches out for what he wants.

I tired to add that development into this story. In Will’s Slavery, Will is kidnapped from his home, sold to Jack, and then suddenly introduced to a whole world he’s never experienced before. Jack puts out all his seductive wiles to an unsuspecting Will, almost drowning him in a sexual overload. Will loses himself in this new world of sensual sexual activities, and then Jack takes away those feelings. He gives Will the opportunity to leave but Will can’t. He grabs this opportune moment, makes a decision (whether it be wise or not) and decides to stay with Jack.

This story is really just the beginning of Will learning his new position as Jack‘s Slave. It has all been about Jack’s seduction of Will. Will’ fall into sexual fantasies wilder than he has ever dreamed off. He’s never experienced them before, and can’t get enough of how Jack makes him feel. But now that Jack’s seduction is over, when he has his willing pet, how will William react then? Can he continue to be submissive to Jack when he’s a strong willed man in his own right? Can he accept Jack’s punishments? Will he consider that he made the wrong decision? Well, that’s a question for a sequel...if I write it.