The Sail Maker
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
5,126
Reviews:
45
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0
Currently Reading:
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Why
The Sail Maker
Pirates of the Caribbean – NC-17/XXX
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.
Beta: The greatest, most humble, modest, and oh so magnificent BetaGoddess, Pendragginink! You really ARE the greatest!!! I can’t thank you enough!
Summary: The last time Will saw him, Captain Jack Sparrow was being dragged aboard the ship of Capt. Jonas, a pirate from Jack's past with a score to settle. W/J, O/J. Violence, Mutilation, Slash, angst, lemon.
A/N: Skyfire: Hey, I invite you *AND* your “rabid plotbunnies” any time! I love your story!!!! So sick and twisted (you can tell I like sick and twisted, right?). Or didn’t you get my review? I just checked...no you didn’t, but you should now. Oh...somehow you relegated your wonderfully twisted story into the depths of hell...er...I mean the “Male/Male” area that nobody ever looks in. This might just explain the few hits you’ve gotten. Move it to the main PotC area and you’ll find more hits...do that when you add a chapter. That way it goes to the top of the list and looks perfect. I don’t personally like the subdivisions...maybe if they had “het” and “slash” divisions...and didn’t allow anything in the base area, but as it is, 99% of the stuff is in the main area, so “why bother going anywhere else”? See what I mean?
Jack4Turner: Hey, torturing and maiming Jack is one of my favorite pastimes...haven’t you noticed in Witch? Just wait till chapter after next in Witch...
Jackfan2: Hell YES! Sorry about that. Yeah, if someone wants to REALLY be mean to a male, just cut off his peepee...and if you want to be MORE than mean, make him do it himself. YES! Lorena Bobbit was WAY too nice...I’d have put it in a blender and made him drink it. Then again, that asshole did a whole lot more than poor Jack did to Jonas...which you’ll learn in this chapter. Poor Jack...well, he’s getting better in some ways...or not? You’ll see when I do.
A/N: Please don’t forgeose ose lovely plot bunnies...they need reviews to keep going on...so hit the REVIEW button when you’re finished, please.
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Chapter 7 – Why
“So ye see, lad. Jonas stole more from me than just my cock. He forced me t’do it myself.”
Will was silently screaming and subconsciously holding his goods. “But I saw you. You still have your balls.”
“Aye, lad. Jonas wasn’t after me goods in particular, which surprised me. In fact, he was bein’ a mite impulsive if ye ask me. It’s not a way that I’d have chosen t’punish someone wot done so little.”
“So how did you lose your leg?”
“Well, he finally decided that he’d had enough fun with me, so he cut off me leg to get me bleedin’ and threw me and the leg overboard to the sharks. Or so he thought, anyway.”
“Well then, that explains what he told me.”
“What?!”
“Oh. I must have forgot to mention it. We finally caught up with him six months later; after I’d seen Norrington. He told me that he marooned you. But since I’d already spoken to Norrington...” He shuddered at the memory. “...so I thought he’d killed you.”
Jack’s voice dropped an octave. “What did you do to him?”
“Oh...” His eyes seemed to unfocus for only a moment. “I killed him.”
“Yes, I figured that. But HOW?”
Will thought for another moment. “I’d rather not discuss it...” He looked at Jack and paled. “...until you’re feeling better.”
“Whelp, I’ve never known you to be bloodthirsty. But by the look on your face...Gods I love to be able to say that!...er...sorry...you must have done something very naughty to him.” He looked at him very anxiously. “What.Did.You.Do?”
Will decided his boots were far more interesting to look at than Jack’s face. He was almost in tears. “Jack...I...Jack, I cut off his privates in this very cabin and watched him bleed to death.” He started sobbing.
Jack shuddered, then moved in close and raised his arms to hug him, but stopped. Instead, he put one hand on Will’s shoulder, the other under his chin, lifting it to look at him. “Love, it’s all right. You didn’t know. Tis better than he deserved.”
Will smiled miserably, the tears subsiding slowly. “Jack, why did he have to take you? I never would have done that had he not taken you from me and killed you!”
Jack sat down in a chair. “Y’see, years ago, before I lost the Pearl to Barbossa, we landed at Tortuga, and, like I always used to do, I went to one of the local whore houses. I saw there the girl of my dreams. Not of most men’s dreams, mind you. But perfect in every way to me. Anyway, I found that she wasa wha whore at all, but the madam. Well, I didn’t rightly care, so I offered her more money than her top whore made in a week, and she took me upstairs for the evenin’. Honestly! I had no idea she was Jonas’ wife till he walked in on us! I tried to apologize, but he seemed to think I’d done it o’ purpose. When I hit the ground outside with my clothes in my hands, I heard her scream. He killed her, Will. He killed his own wife. He called after me that he’d get his revenge some day. It took him nigh on thirteen years, but he finally got it. Personally, I think he overreacted.”
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During the next two weeks, Jack and Will worked on getting Jack to the point that he could be touched. He’d gotten to the point that he didn’t flinch if he wasn’t surprised, and no longer started shaking as long as he was the one doing the touching. He could be touched or held for up to three minutes before he’d start shaking, which meant that he was fairly back to normal as far as the crew was concerned, as they never touched him long enough to affect him. He’d even been able to share the bed with Will, for which Will was grateful, as he’d been sleeping in a hammock since Jack came aboard...as long as they didn’t cuddle.
The first night they tried it was a disaster. Will had unintentionally rolled over in his sleep and draped one arm over Jack, which caused Jack to dash off the bed in a panic and fall flat on his face for lackhis his leg.
After that, the nights improved in that Will learned from that experience to stay on his side of the bed.
On the sixteenth night, by Will’s standards a miracle occurred. He woke up to Jack’s arm draped over HIM. He lay still until Jack woke, at which time Will received a kiss on the back of his neck and a squeeze on his upper arm before Jack pulled away slightly. As Will rolled over to face him, Jack was smiling. “Love, thank you for putting up with an old man’s folly. You were right. I’m glad ye kept me.” He kissed Will on the nose, which made both of them grin.
“Jack, I love you. I’d like to show you just how much if you’ll let me.”
Jack looked at him, tears in his eyes. “I love you, young William. I do. So much that I’m willin’ t’try, though I can’t tell ye how far you can get afore I can’t take it anymore.”
Will smiled tenderly. “I don’t expect us et fet far today. Just call it the next step in your recovery. Any time you wish, just tell me to stop and I will.”
Jack nodded. “All right.”
Will carefully helped Jack remove his clothes, touching him as little as possible. He removed his own clothes and draped all of them over one of the chairs around the table.
When he turned back to the bed, he laughed. Jack had pulled the comforter up over his chest and was smiling sheepishly from the center of the bed. Will walked back to the bed, took hold of the comforter and looked questioningly at Jack, who nodded, looking the other way, as Will carefully pulled the comforter off the bed and carefully folded it, slinging it over a chair. Jack had a tear in his eye.
From the waist up, he still looked like the golden god he’d known. Oh, his hair was braided differently than before, his beard wasn’t braided and looked fuller now. Below the waist, however, was a mess. The tiny crest of fur from navel down was broken by a wide burn scar running across it and curving down, like a frown. His sac was still intact, and just the sight of it made Will start to harden. But Jack’s manhood, though not completely gone, was so short as to be almost no use at all. A mere half inch of flesh protruded from where William remembered a perfectly shaped, upstanding and delicious member. He wondered if the nub tasted like he remembered, but he was not going to go too fast for Jack no matter how much he himself wanted him.
Will leaned down and kissed Jack gently on the forehead, then trailed kisses down his face to his neck. He giggled slightly. “Jack, your beard tickles. We need to trim it.”
Jack smiled. “I’ll do that later. What you’re doing feels wonderful, love.”
Encouraged, Will moved his head to Jack’s cheek and let his tongue slip behind his ear, tickling the lobe, then licking the inner and outer shell of the ear itself. Jack shivered for a moment, then melted, his beautiful brown nipples hardening. When Will’s hand touched one of them, Jack flinched. “Perhaps without your hands.”
“All right.” Will removed his hand from Jack’s chest. It was pure torture not to touch and worship Jack’s body with his hands, but he’d make up for it with his tongue. Perhaps not today, but eventually Jack’s body would be his to love again. He moved his lips to Jack’s mouth and attempted a kiss. When Jack responded by parting his lips, Will tentatively darted his tongue forward past Jack’s lips and teeth to lap against his tongue and explore the inside of his mouth. He gently grasped Jack by one shoulder, then quickly pulled away. “I’m sorry Jack. Perhaps if you tied my hands together in back of me I could keep from touching you...but you’re so perfect...so YOU...I can’t help myself. I love you too much not to want to caress and worship you all over.” He kissed Jack on the chin.
Jack was definitely responding well to the light kisses. He lifted his chin to give Will access to his neck.
Will noticed that Jack kept his eyes open the entire time, only blinking once in a while. /So him seeing what’s happening IS helping./ He trailed his tongue to Jack’s Adam’s apple and kissed it. “Perfect.” He kissed lower, following Jack’s breastbone, then detoured over to his right nipple, which he took into his mouth and suckled happil
Ja
Jack moaned, his head propped up on one elbow to watch Will. “Will...YOU are the perfene.”ne.” He smiled, watching Will’s every move.
When Will suddenly moved to the other nipple, Jack tensed, apprehensive, but after a couple of seconds he relaxed, mewling, as Will tenderly took the nipple between his teeth and licked just the tip.
Will moved his mouth farther down, dipping his tongue into Jack’s navel, then kissing his way along the trail of fur leading down Jack’s belly and below. He stopped at the scar and licked gently along its entire length, hip to hip. Jack squirmed, mewling louder. Will recognized the shape of a cannon muzzle. His kisses followed the furry crest until he came to what was left of Jack’s manhood. He looked up to Jack’s face, and found him watching him intently, a melancholy smile on his face as he nodded.
Smiling at Jack, Will took a tentative lick at the nub, and Jack screamed, cum jetting out of the nub, covering Will’s face with tiny droplets. Will quickly put his lips around it and swallowed fast, smiling that he could still bring Jack some kind of pleasure.
When his passion-wracked shivers finally subsided and Will pulled off of him, he smiled gently, tears in his eyes. “Love...it’s been a long five years...I couldn’t even...Thank you...” His eyes closed, and he fell into a truly peaceful sleep; the first since Will had found him.
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TBC
Pirates of the Caribbean – NC-17/XXX
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.
Beta: The greatest, most humble, modest, and oh so magnificent BetaGoddess, Pendragginink! You really ARE the greatest!!! I can’t thank you enough!
Summary: The last time Will saw him, Captain Jack Sparrow was being dragged aboard the ship of Capt. Jonas, a pirate from Jack's past with a score to settle. W/J, O/J. Violence, Mutilation, Slash, angst, lemon.
A/N: Skyfire: Hey, I invite you *AND* your “rabid plotbunnies” any time! I love your story!!!! So sick and twisted (you can tell I like sick and twisted, right?). Or didn’t you get my review? I just checked...no you didn’t, but you should now. Oh...somehow you relegated your wonderfully twisted story into the depths of hell...er...I mean the “Male/Male” area that nobody ever looks in. This might just explain the few hits you’ve gotten. Move it to the main PotC area and you’ll find more hits...do that when you add a chapter. That way it goes to the top of the list and looks perfect. I don’t personally like the subdivisions...maybe if they had “het” and “slash” divisions...and didn’t allow anything in the base area, but as it is, 99% of the stuff is in the main area, so “why bother going anywhere else”? See what I mean?
Jack4Turner: Hey, torturing and maiming Jack is one of my favorite pastimes...haven’t you noticed in Witch? Just wait till chapter after next in Witch...
Jackfan2: Hell YES!
A/N: Please don’t forgeose ose lovely plot bunnies...they need reviews to keep going on...so hit the REVIEW button when you’re finished, please.
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Chapter 7 – Why
“So ye see, lad. Jonas stole more from me than just my cock. He forced me t’do it myself.”
Will was silently screaming and subconsciously holding his goods. “But I saw you. You still have your balls.”
“Aye, lad. Jonas wasn’t after me goods in particular, which surprised me. In fact, he was bein’ a mite impulsive if ye ask me. It’s not a way that I’d have chosen t’punish someone wot done so little.”
“So how did you lose your leg?”
“Well, he finally decided that he’d had enough fun with me, so he cut off me leg to get me bleedin’ and threw me and the leg overboard to the sharks. Or so he thought, anyway.”
“Well then, that explains what he told me.”
“What?!”
“Oh. I must have forgot to mention it. We finally caught up with him six months later; after I’d seen Norrington. He told me that he marooned you. But since I’d already spoken to Norrington...” He shuddered at the memory. “...so I thought he’d killed you.”
Jack’s voice dropped an octave. “What did you do to him?”
“Oh...” His eyes seemed to unfocus for only a moment. “I killed him.”
“Yes, I figured that. But HOW?”
Will thought for another moment. “I’d rather not discuss it...” He looked at Jack and paled. “...until you’re feeling better.”
“Whelp, I’ve never known you to be bloodthirsty. But by the look on your face...Gods I love to be able to say that!...er...sorry...you must have done something very naughty to him.” He looked at him very anxiously. “What.Did.You.Do?”
Will decided his boots were far more interesting to look at than Jack’s face. He was almost in tears. “Jack...I...Jack, I cut off his privates in this very cabin and watched him bleed to death.” He started sobbing.
Jack shuddered, then moved in close and raised his arms to hug him, but stopped. Instead, he put one hand on Will’s shoulder, the other under his chin, lifting it to look at him. “Love, it’s all right. You didn’t know. Tis better than he deserved.”
Will smiled miserably, the tears subsiding slowly. “Jack, why did he have to take you? I never would have done that had he not taken you from me and killed you!”
Jack sat down in a chair. “Y’see, years ago, before I lost the Pearl to Barbossa, we landed at Tortuga, and, like I always used to do, I went to one of the local whore houses. I saw there the girl of my dreams. Not of most men’s dreams, mind you. But perfect in every way to me. Anyway, I found that she wasa wha whore at all, but the madam. Well, I didn’t rightly care, so I offered her more money than her top whore made in a week, and she took me upstairs for the evenin’. Honestly! I had no idea she was Jonas’ wife till he walked in on us! I tried to apologize, but he seemed to think I’d done it o’ purpose. When I hit the ground outside with my clothes in my hands, I heard her scream. He killed her, Will. He killed his own wife. He called after me that he’d get his revenge some day. It took him nigh on thirteen years, but he finally got it. Personally, I think he overreacted.”
* - * - *
During the next two weeks, Jack and Will worked on getting Jack to the point that he could be touched. He’d gotten to the point that he didn’t flinch if he wasn’t surprised, and no longer started shaking as long as he was the one doing the touching. He could be touched or held for up to three minutes before he’d start shaking, which meant that he was fairly back to normal as far as the crew was concerned, as they never touched him long enough to affect him. He’d even been able to share the bed with Will, for which Will was grateful, as he’d been sleeping in a hammock since Jack came aboard...as long as they didn’t cuddle.
The first night they tried it was a disaster. Will had unintentionally rolled over in his sleep and draped one arm over Jack, which caused Jack to dash off the bed in a panic and fall flat on his face for lackhis his leg.
After that, the nights improved in that Will learned from that experience to stay on his side of the bed.
On the sixteenth night, by Will’s standards a miracle occurred. He woke up to Jack’s arm draped over HIM. He lay still until Jack woke, at which time Will received a kiss on the back of his neck and a squeeze on his upper arm before Jack pulled away slightly. As Will rolled over to face him, Jack was smiling. “Love, thank you for putting up with an old man’s folly. You were right. I’m glad ye kept me.” He kissed Will on the nose, which made both of them grin.
“Jack, I love you. I’d like to show you just how much if you’ll let me.”
Jack looked at him, tears in his eyes. “I love you, young William. I do. So much that I’m willin’ t’try, though I can’t tell ye how far you can get afore I can’t take it anymore.”
Will smiled tenderly. “I don’t expect us et fet far today. Just call it the next step in your recovery. Any time you wish, just tell me to stop and I will.”
Jack nodded. “All right.”
Will carefully helped Jack remove his clothes, touching him as little as possible. He removed his own clothes and draped all of them over one of the chairs around the table.
When he turned back to the bed, he laughed. Jack had pulled the comforter up over his chest and was smiling sheepishly from the center of the bed. Will walked back to the bed, took hold of the comforter and looked questioningly at Jack, who nodded, looking the other way, as Will carefully pulled the comforter off the bed and carefully folded it, slinging it over a chair. Jack had a tear in his eye.
From the waist up, he still looked like the golden god he’d known. Oh, his hair was braided differently than before, his beard wasn’t braided and looked fuller now. Below the waist, however, was a mess. The tiny crest of fur from navel down was broken by a wide burn scar running across it and curving down, like a frown. His sac was still intact, and just the sight of it made Will start to harden. But Jack’s manhood, though not completely gone, was so short as to be almost no use at all. A mere half inch of flesh protruded from where William remembered a perfectly shaped, upstanding and delicious member. He wondered if the nub tasted like he remembered, but he was not going to go too fast for Jack no matter how much he himself wanted him.
Will leaned down and kissed Jack gently on the forehead, then trailed kisses down his face to his neck. He giggled slightly. “Jack, your beard tickles. We need to trim it.”
Jack smiled. “I’ll do that later. What you’re doing feels wonderful, love.”
Encouraged, Will moved his head to Jack’s cheek and let his tongue slip behind his ear, tickling the lobe, then licking the inner and outer shell of the ear itself. Jack shivered for a moment, then melted, his beautiful brown nipples hardening. When Will’s hand touched one of them, Jack flinched. “Perhaps without your hands.”
“All right.” Will removed his hand from Jack’s chest. It was pure torture not to touch and worship Jack’s body with his hands, but he’d make up for it with his tongue. Perhaps not today, but eventually Jack’s body would be his to love again. He moved his lips to Jack’s mouth and attempted a kiss. When Jack responded by parting his lips, Will tentatively darted his tongue forward past Jack’s lips and teeth to lap against his tongue and explore the inside of his mouth. He gently grasped Jack by one shoulder, then quickly pulled away. “I’m sorry Jack. Perhaps if you tied my hands together in back of me I could keep from touching you...but you’re so perfect...so YOU...I can’t help myself. I love you too much not to want to caress and worship you all over.” He kissed Jack on the chin.
Jack was definitely responding well to the light kisses. He lifted his chin to give Will access to his neck.
Will noticed that Jack kept his eyes open the entire time, only blinking once in a while. /So him seeing what’s happening IS helping./ He trailed his tongue to Jack’s Adam’s apple and kissed it. “Perfect.” He kissed lower, following Jack’s breastbone, then detoured over to his right nipple, which he took into his mouth and suckled happil
Ja
Jack moaned, his head propped up on one elbow to watch Will. “Will...YOU are the perfene.”ne.” He smiled, watching Will’s every move.
When Will suddenly moved to the other nipple, Jack tensed, apprehensive, but after a couple of seconds he relaxed, mewling, as Will tenderly took the nipple between his teeth and licked just the tip.
Will moved his mouth farther down, dipping his tongue into Jack’s navel, then kissing his way along the trail of fur leading down Jack’s belly and below. He stopped at the scar and licked gently along its entire length, hip to hip. Jack squirmed, mewling louder. Will recognized the shape of a cannon muzzle. His kisses followed the furry crest until he came to what was left of Jack’s manhood. He looked up to Jack’s face, and found him watching him intently, a melancholy smile on his face as he nodded.
Smiling at Jack, Will took a tentative lick at the nub, and Jack screamed, cum jetting out of the nub, covering Will’s face with tiny droplets. Will quickly put his lips around it and swallowed fast, smiling that he could still bring Jack some kind of pleasure.
When his passion-wracked shivers finally subsided and Will pulled off of him, he smiled gently, tears in his eyes. “Love...it’s been a long five years...I couldn’t even...Thank you...” His eyes closed, and he fell into a truly peaceful sleep; the first since Will had found him.
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TBC