Barbossa's boys
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
20,485
Reviews:
102
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Jack broke away, gasping. “You’re mad.”
“Yes, quite. But yer not sane either.” Barbossa strode from the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving Jack alone.
Jack swore softly and jerked hard at his bonds- hard enough his fingers tingled. He twisted, kicking his bare feet and shoving the blankets to the floor. Growling and panting, he twisted as far as he could.
In his thrashing, he failed to to hear Barbossa’s return.
“Bored with m' company, already, Jack?” Barbossa seemed amused, but there was a dark glint in his pale eyes.
Jack stilled. Blinking innocently, he said, “Had an itch.” Thinking fast, he added, “On my back.”
“Well, we can’t have that. now can we, Jack.” Barbossa rolled Jack onto his side and rucked up his shirt, scratching at the smooth, tan skin. “Might be this shirt. It’s filthy.” He gave a sharp tug, hearing it rip.
“I’ve been busy.” Jack said, strangly ashamed. Removing the soiled garmet completely with a strong tug, Barbossa gave the shirt a tentative sniff. “Smells, too.”
Rolling him once again to his back, Barbossa removed Jack’s trousers as well, leaving the black- haired scalawag naked.
Barbossa tossed a sheet over his legs and lower torso before throwing the trousers out the cabin door, yelling for someone to wash them.
The blue-eyed pirate dropped into a nearby chair and stared at Jack for a long moment. “So protective of the lad?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jack replied, staring at the ceiling.
“Yes, ya do. I’ve got it!” He snapped his fingers. “Ya want him for yerself. Ya can’t tell me ya haven’t thought about.”
Barbossa leaned forward, voice dropping a notch. “Can ya see it? Skin flushed with desire, sweaty, begging. The sounds he’d make . Does he whimper? Moan? Maybe he’s a screamer.”
“I’m not listening.” Jack sing-songed. “La la la.” He raised his shoulders to plug his ears.
"I wonder if he'll sound anything like his father?" Barbossa leered at Jack's expression. " Bootstrap was a nice bit of sweet, at the end. Made the most delicious noises. Hell, even the crew had a turn with Ol' Bootstrap."
"Bastard! Wasn't enough to strap him to a cannon, ye had to do that to him." Jack stared at Barbossa in shock. "Why?"
"Because I wanted to, Jack. Because I could. I wonder, Jack, if he made the same sweet symphony when you fucked him?" Barbossa stroked down Jack's chest, brushing over a flat nipple and concave navel to run beneath the edge of the sheet.
"Bastard!" Jack's belly shrank in on itself in a futile attempt to escape.
"Now, yer just repeating yerself, Jack. A'course, the question remains, how'll you sound when I fuck you?"
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Jack broke away, gasping. “You’re mad.”
“Yes, quite. But yer not sane either.” Barbossa strode from the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving Jack alone.
Jack swore softly and jerked hard at his bonds- hard enough his fingers tingled. He twisted, kicking his bare feet and shoving the blankets to the floor. Growling and panting, he twisted as far as he could.
In his thrashing, he failed to to hear Barbossa’s return.
“Bored with m' company, already, Jack?” Barbossa seemed amused, but there was a dark glint in his pale eyes.
Jack stilled. Blinking innocently, he said, “Had an itch.” Thinking fast, he added, “On my back.”
“Well, we can’t have that. now can we, Jack.” Barbossa rolled Jack onto his side and rucked up his shirt, scratching at the smooth, tan skin. “Might be this shirt. It’s filthy.” He gave a sharp tug, hearing it rip.
“I’ve been busy.” Jack said, strangly ashamed. Removing the soiled garmet completely with a strong tug, Barbossa gave the shirt a tentative sniff. “Smells, too.”
Rolling him once again to his back, Barbossa removed Jack’s trousers as well, leaving the black- haired scalawag naked.
Barbossa tossed a sheet over his legs and lower torso before throwing the trousers out the cabin door, yelling for someone to wash them.
The blue-eyed pirate dropped into a nearby chair and stared at Jack for a long moment. “So protective of the lad?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jack replied, staring at the ceiling.
“Yes, ya do. I’ve got it!” He snapped his fingers. “Ya want him for yerself. Ya can’t tell me ya haven’t thought about.”
Barbossa leaned forward, voice dropping a notch. “Can ya see it? Skin flushed with desire, sweaty, begging. The sounds he’d make . Does he whimper? Moan? Maybe he’s a screamer.”
“I’m not listening.” Jack sing-songed. “La la la.” He raised his shoulders to plug his ears.
"I wonder if he'll sound anything like his father?" Barbossa leered at Jack's expression. " Bootstrap was a nice bit of sweet, at the end. Made the most delicious noises. Hell, even the crew had a turn with Ol' Bootstrap."
"Bastard! Wasn't enough to strap him to a cannon, ye had to do that to him." Jack stared at Barbossa in shock. "Why?"
"Because I wanted to, Jack. Because I could. I wonder, Jack, if he made the same sweet symphony when you fucked him?" Barbossa stroked down Jack's chest, brushing over a flat nipple and concave navel to run beneath the edge of the sheet.
"Bastard!" Jack's belly shrank in on itself in a futile attempt to escape.
"Now, yer just repeating yerself, Jack. A'course, the question remains, how'll you sound when I fuck you?"
sorry about the delay, real life interferred. maybe this'll tide some of you over for a bit. Please please please tell me what you think. is it horrible trash? is it any good what-so-ever? PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW thank you thank you thank you