Barbossa's boys

Not mine not mine not mine. (rocks back and forth while chanting)
here's another part. hope you like.

Barbossa stripped off his coat, tossing it over a chair.
"I've a mind to find out."

Jack's stomach dropped away.

Barbossa laughed a little at the expression on Jack's face. "Oh relax, lad. You might even enjoy it. Bootstrap did, at least at first." He loosened his waistcoat and shirt, removing his boots. He stopped to stare at Jack. "What, no denial, no beggin'?"

Jack shrugged as best he could, a disaffected expression on his handsome face. " Would it do any good?"

"Not really." Barbossa grabed something from the table. "A reward of sorts. Fer not whining, or bein' pathetic. And this way, ya can always blame the rum, for whatever ya feel."
He tilted the bottle of rum to Jack's lips.

Jack, being no dummy, drank deeply and thirstily. At the very least, the alcoholic daze that the rum induced would dull the humiliation sure to follow at Barbossa's hands.

"Bottle's empty, Jack. Want more?" Barbossa tossed the bottle away.

Jack thought a moment. A bit of rum was good, more rum was better. "Yes."

"Ask me nice." Barbossa bared his teeth.

Jack sighed.. "May I please have some more rum?"

"Oh that was very nice." The undead man opened a cupboard and pulled out a full bottle of rum and fed it to Jack until it was empty.

Jack had the beginnings of a good drunk and the room started to sway.

Barbossa covered Jack's mouth with his own, sliding a hand down over smooth skin and boney ribs.

Jack relaxed. Just went limp. No reaction, no resistance.

"A good try, Jack Playin' dead ain't gonna help. I've no intention on fucking a corpse, even a pretend one."
Barbossa grabbed a hidden vial of oil and poured some in his hand, smearing it in his fingers.

Pushing apart Jack's knees with his own, Barbossa kissed him again, pushing his hand under Jack's arse, probing and finding what he sought, the tiny entrance hidden between smooth tight globes of muscular flesh. Shoving in two fingers, he swallowed Jack's startled cry/gasp.
Twisting his fingers as he thrust his hand, he searched for something.

Asudden stiffening of Jack's body told him he'd found it.
He circled it, rubbing and twisting his wrist until Jack was hard and his hips were twitching.

"Knew ya'd like that , Jack." Barbossa tugged an earlobe with his teeth. "Wanna know a secret? I always wondered what it'd be like to fuck you. Thought about it fer years, mate; twelve, more or less. And now here we are."

"Jush get it over with." Jack slurred, gritting his teeth at the violation of Barbossa's fingers and the steady betrayel of his own body.

Barboss removed his fingers and opened his trousers, pulling out his weeping, hard cock. A bit of oil on the leisleishhead and he lifted Jack's legs up, baring his arse.
Quickly, he positioned himself.
"Look at me, Jack. I want to see yer face."

He pushed in, fast and hard, just to feel Jack tighten around him.

"Damn, Jack, it really has been a long time fer ya." He reached down to pump at Jack's flagging erection, restoring it to it's former size.
"Don't think Bootstrap was this tight." He grunted thrusting hard.

The opened edges of the shirt he still wore dragged across Jack's chest, rubbing his nipples.

Barbossa dragged his hand up to pinchat the hardened nubs of flesh, making Jack cry out.

"I really hope yer a screamer, Jack." He changed the angle of his thrusts, striking the hidden spot inside the bound pirate, forcing another cry from him.
Barbossa flesh made a loud wet smacking sound against Jack's flesh that filled the cabin, as did the moaning, grunting and cries.

"Yer mine, now." Barbossa growled in Jack's ear. "Just like the 'Pearl. like the gold and like the boy." He nipped at the tender skin under Jack's jaw. "Ye'll be a good little slave, won't ya, Jack. Doing whatever I say, whenever."

He pulled out suddenly and rolled Jack onto his belly, pulling him to his knees, head turned on his arms so he could breath.

His knees forced wide by Barbossa's, he stifled a moan as he was filled again, deeper than before.
He could feel the wrinkles of the clothes Barbossa still wore pressing against him, the weight of the other man pushing him into the mattress.

"Tight as a maid on her weddin' night, ya are, Jack-lad. Tighter, me-thinks." His new angle allowed more direct stimulation to Jack's pleasure nub.
Wrapping a hand in thick black hair, Barbossa pulled, making Jack arch his backand lift his shoulders. He kissed him harshly, shoving his tongue into Jack's mouth, mimicing the motion of fucking, the rytham the same as their lower bodies.

Under the dual stimulation of Barbossa's hand wrapped around his cock and Barbossa's cock hitting his secret spot, it didn't take long for the scalawag to climax, spilling over Barbossa's hand and arching hard, crying out.

"Louder than a groan, but not quite a scream. We'll have to work on that."
Barbossa shoved Jack's head down and thrust hard, almost moving the fastened-down bed.

His fingers dug into Jack's hips befor sla slapped the firm cheekwith his right hand.

Jack gasped, reflexively lifting his hips.

Noticing Jack's reaction, Barbossa did it again.

"Christ!" Jack gasped.

"Very interesting." Barbossa ground out, feeling the approach of his orgasm.
He leaned forward, covering Jack's back. He sank his teethinto the tender flesh of neck/shoulder juncture and cried out as he came hard, filling Jack with his seed.

"Always thoght ya'd be a good fuck, Jack." He grinned into Jack's shoulder, licking at the bruised flesh.
He pulled out, slapping Jack's ass again and enjoying the pink mark left behind. "Ya liked it, Jack, nearly as much as I did. And I like yer noises just fine. With a little practice, ye'll be a right proper screamer."

Jack just pulled his knees up, trembling slightly as he lay on his side. " Yer still a bastard. No fuck'll ever change that."

Barbossa patted the bare back in front of him. "I know, Jack. But it was a good fuck. I'm lookin' forward to young Will joining us." He laughed breathlessly.



CONTINUED IN BARBOSSA'S BOYS 2

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