Barbossa's Boys 2

POTC does not belong to us.(sniffles sadly)
Still slash
Still noncon
Still having fun
Just a shout-out to Shannon, whose birthday is Tuesday. Happy Birthday!!!! Hope Chop gets you something nice!!!

Julie-Rae is a beta from Heaven, and angel sent from above to save the world from our misspellings. Without her, this chapter wouldn't be half so good. If only we'd met earlier.

B/J B/W B/J/W
getting a little violent here
Barbossa's Boys




"Yer a fine lookin' lad, Mr Turner." Barbossa’s heavy-lidded gaze lingered on the youth's prettily flushed face. Reaching up with gnarled fingers, he caressed the blacksmith’s smooth skin, from cheekbone to jaw.

Will couldn't help but cringe as Barbossa touched him, and he pulled away, backing against the headboard.

Baring yellowed teethrbosrbossa growled and wrapped a strong hand around Will's slim ankle, yanking him to the foot of the bed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jack sit up on his elbows, but the elder pirate ignored him.

"Ye'll not be pulling away from me, ye hear, boy?" Without releasing Will’s ankle, Barbossa struck the young man full and hard. As the blacksmith reeled from the blow, his captor ripped the sheet away, leaving the youth totally exposed. Jack shot up on his knees before he could stop himself, but an icy glare from Barbossa froze him in place.

Crawling forward to lie beside Will, Barbossa rested on his hip and hovered over the young blacksmith. Tangling a meaty hand in Will’s dark hair, he ripped his head back and kissed the boy brutally, forcing his tongue past the lad's teeth. Pulling Will up into a better position, the elder pirate met Jack’s eyes. He waited until those chocolate orbs were focused solely on him, amused by the seething hatred they contained… and then he bit down hard on Will’s lip. The tang of blood reached his tongue and the boy whimpered into his mouth at the unexpected pain. Jack had to know he was being baited, but he still curled his lips into a snarl, which the grey-haired pirate ignored.

Finally, Barbossa broke the kiss and raised up on his knees, shedding his clothing as he did. Moving off the bed, he clicked his fingers impatiently at Jack.

"Up, Jack. I'll be wantin' ye next to me." He smirked as Jack crawled up onto the bed and settled against the wall beside the glowering young blacksmith. They didn’t exchange glances, didn’t try to touch one another. They simply lay there, not wanting to incur any more of his anger. The Captain felt himself twitch at the sight of his two captives laid bare and bruised before him. It was satisfying.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he tapped a finger against his chin in contemplation. "A question arises. Tell me, Jack, what sez ye: Should I take him on his back, like a woman," he drawled, drawing the word out sardonically , "or on his belly like a whore?"

Shuddering at the crude words that spilled from the greying pirate, Will felt his stomach churn and swallowed hard. There was a world of lust in that dissolute smile and Will wanted no part of it. Not that he’d be given a choice. He resisted the urge to glance at Jack because it would be pointless, serving only to infuriate Barbossa. Jack couldn’t help him. After all, they were both in the same Hell now.

“What’ll it be, Jack?” Barbossa prodded derisively.

Jack shrugged, a subtle lift and drop of a shoulder, utterly refusing to look at either of them.

"I've got it." The blue-eyed pirate stepped closer to the bed. "Give me yer hands, Jack."

"Why?" Jack squinted at Barbossa from one dark eye.

"Cause I don't trust ye to be still while I tup the whelp." Jack shot the older pirate a glare that would have withered any other man. Barbossa just chuckled, leaning over Will to bind Jack’s wrists around the headboard with swift expertise. Only then did he turn his attention back to young William.

Contemptuous eyes stared up at him. Barbossa wondered what the boy would do if he knew his recalcitrance only made him more appetizing. The pirate captain allowed his gaze to wander the length of the boy's body; from full, lush lips down the smooth muscular chest , past slim hips, lingering on a lax penis before sliding back up to stare into the dark angry eyes.

"Oh, yes." He reached down and grabbed an ankle in each hand, flipping the boy unceremoniously onto his belly. "Like the whore he is."

Jack grimaced when the whelp landed too hard on the bed but remained uncharacteristically silent, even when the blacksmith turned his head away from him. He didn’t want to make things any harder on the boy than they already would be. And they would be, Barbossa smiled to himself.

Shoving apart pale, unmarked thighs, Barbossa pushed two fingers into Will. He twisted his wrist and grinned at the boy's sudden breath. The lad was still slick from Jack and, though he wasn’t as tight as he could have been, is gos good enough for Barbossa.

Pushing his knees between Will's, Barbossa pressed full length into the unyielding heat of his passage, delighting in the cry that was wrung from the young blacksmith’s shapely lips.

"Still tight." A crash of hips against the lad’s backside . "Damnation, boy! I know Jack fucked ye, but I can't tell no different." He turned his head to lock eyes with Jack. "I'm surprised yer cock didn't fall off, what with 'im bein’ so tight." Barbossa twisted his hips, listening for . . . "Aha."

A sharp intake of air past clenched teeth let the old pirate know he'd found what he'd been looking for.

Adjusting his grip, Barbossa slid an arm under the boy’s hips and lifted, shifting him until he was off-balance, ass high and head low. He rammed himself into Will again, grabbing the younger man’s cock and stroking it until it hardened in his fingers.

Jack's fists clenched, but he dared not move, though he wanted to. Dear God, he wanted to. Will's moans ignited his blood, but theht oht of Barbossa driving into the boy’s body so ruthlessly, forcing out sounds that Will had given so freely to Jack only hours before… It froze him to his very marrow.

The cursed pirate grabbed Will by his auburn hair, pulling upward. "That's a lad." Barbossa grunted, slamming into the boy. "Louder, little whore. Let Jack hear how much you enjoy this." He twisted his hips, sparking a strangled cry from the blacksmith. He gripped Will's hip tightly, digging sharp nails into the tender flesh.

He released his hold on the dark hair to grab at the collar Will wore. Snaking his thumb between the hot p of of the young man’s neck and the cool metal, Barbossa jerked the gold band back, and held it tight. He watched with undisguised pleasure as Will’s eyes bled from fear to desperation.

Gasping, frantic, Will scratched at the front of the collar, digging for the purchase that would allow him to pull oxygen into his lungs.

Jack cursed loudly and tried for leverage, even with his hands bound above his head. He kicked out at Barbossa, managing to catch his ribs, but not to dislodge him. "You'll kill 'im!"

Barbossa chuckled and gave one final wrench before releasing the golden circlet. He slid his hand down Will’s smooth, heaving chest to cup the hardened privates that swayed between the marble columns of his thighs.

With a single tear leaking from eyes squeezed tightly shut, Will cried out as he came, impaled onbossbossa's thick member .

Barbossa buried his face in Will's neck, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of the shoulder that trembled under his touch. Will cried out at the sudden pain and the sound drew the older pirate over the edge of climax. His orgasm hit in spasming waves as he spilled his speed inside his reluctant lover.

Barbossa pulled out, tossing the lad back down to the bed like a toy he had broken and was throwing away. Jack cursed him under his breath. Then he caught sight of the blood trickling down the lad’s torso and cursed him again. Barbossa seemed more amused by Jack’s cussing than anything else. He sneered at the captive man, raising his eyebrows mockingly. “Quite the screamer, ain't he."

Grabbing hold of Will by his hair yet again, he pulled the boy's head to the side in one violent motion. "See that, there, Jack?" He thrust the boy closer to Jack, the seeping bite mark under the black-haired pirate’s nose. It was a perfectly round little wound, the only blemish marring his nearly flawless skin. "That's yer doin’, Jack. Yer fault. I tol’ ye that yer behavior directly effects the whelp. Ye kick me, I bite him. " Barbossa leaned down, almost close enough to Jack to kiss him, but his tongue slid out, licking salty blood from salty skin.

Barbossa released Will, who fell between them, and grabbed Jack, leaning over him and grinding his mouth against the bound pirate's.

Jack recoiled. The taste of Will's blood on his lips caused his stomach to roll and he gagged.

"Thought ye'd like that."bossbossa chuckled as he released him. He shifted back just a bit so that the whelp’s prone body had room to move. The older man rolled Will onto his side, kissing him and then wrapping his fingers about the blacksmith’s limp sex.

The boy hissed and tried to pull away, only half aware of his surroundings.

Barbossa covered his fingers in Will's spent seed before holding his hand to the boy's lips. "Ye ever taste yerself, lad?" he asked, pushing a finger past the lad's lips, and swiping against the tongue inside.

He leaned down and kissed the youth again, jabbing his tongue to swirl about Will's mouth. "Sweet." He bit Will's lower lip as he pulled away.

"What a you you, Jack?" Barbossa held the hand to Jack's mouth. "Have ye tasted the whelp? I insist. Not a treat to be missed."

Eyes dark with , Ja, Jack sucked the black-hearted pirate's fingers into his mouth, tongue wiping the remaining seed from the digits; unwilling to leave Barbossa even a little evidence of his young lover’s passions, forced or not.

Pulling away from Jack, Barbossa returned his gaze to the now stirring Will. "Give us a kiss, whelp." He gripped the lad’s elbow and pulled hima sia sitting position .

Will turned his head away. "Untie Jack, first, “ he said, cursing himself for the waver in his voice.

Barbossa's lip curled. "Kiss me first, pet, and I might untie the brat."

Leaning forward, Will pressed his lips to Barbossa's briefly before pulling away. "Untie him."

"That weren't no proper kiss. Do it right," Barbossa said, hand tightening on Will's elbow.

Will set his jaw, hardening his resolve. He leaned forward again, pressing his lips to Barbossa's. His lips parted slightly, inviting the pirate to slide his tongue past his teeth. For a moment, he managed to remain still, allowing the cursed pirate to ravage his mouth as he pleased. When the young blacksmith could take no more, he jerked away, sucking air into his lungs. "Please, release him." He forced his eyes up, to meet Barbossa's. "Please."

Smirking, Barbossa released Jack's bonds. "Don't go far. We've still got yer correction to attend to." He slapped Jack's buttock and laughed at the mild glare he received. "I'll be right back, boys." He slid from the bed and stepped away, pulling his trousers up his legs.

"There's a bit o' something I need to be gettin'."