The Wraith of Jack

Part Nineteen: "Sacrificial Pleasure"

****
The sound of clinking dishes woke Jack the next morning. He smiled from seeing James, who settled a tray atop the small cabinet beside the bed.

“Mornin’, Jamie,” he whispered tiredly.
James turned his head and grinned. “Good morning. I brought you some breakfast.” He hoped that this time, Jack would finally eat one of the food items.
“Thank you.”
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m good. Course, not as well as I used to be, but it’s a start, ay?”
There was a hint of tranquility that was present in Jack’s eyes; it hid the sorrow James was accustomed to viewing. “Yes, it is. Jack, there’s something I must tell you.”
The pirate stared at him with uneasiness. “What is it, darlin’?”

James sat on the bed and took Jack’s hand. He massaged it for a moment before answering. “You’re attackers were killed last night.”
Jack’s mouth opened in wonderment and his eyes widened in shock. “No, they couldn’t have. They survived once; they’ll always be after me.”
“Jack, you must trust me. You never have to be afraid of them again. I swear to you; you’re safe.”
“How are ya so sure? Who did it?”
James was silent for a brief moment. “A friend,” he responded.

Jack pondered the words as James walked to the door.

“Jamie,” the pirate quickly called.

James stopped and faced him. Jack’s eyes frantically searched James’ for an answer. He whispered Will’s name, though the younger man barely heard. The expression on the former Commodore’s visage expressed affirmation and he nodded. Jack felt wholly detached from everything about him. He rested back, utterly bewildered.

James smiled kindly and left him alone with thoughts of dear William.

****
A month and a half went by, and Jack had only begun to allow caresses from James. It was not a well-concealed notion that James desired to do more, and Jack felt ashamed that he could not bring himself to submit. He denied his caretaker anything below his waist when hands ventured down in attempts to arouse him. James never tried to coerce him and never said a discourteous word, but Jack was achingly aware of the aggravation the man had. Unenthusiastically, he welcomed James to sleep in the bed with him at night. What was once a loving embrace from James was now a means of restraining him.

The two men lie awake on their backs and listened to the sound of rain baptizing the house outside. Jack sighed and stole a glance at James beside him. No, he was not asleep.

Jack said nothing as he moved onto the male’s body. The former Commodore was intriguingly flabbergasted as he watched and felt the pirate unbutton his breeches. Jack kept his gaze lowered purposely, declining to look at James’ countenance.

“Jack, what are you doing?”

Jack did not answer; he concentrated entirely on what he was doing. He tugged James’ breeches down to his knees and removed his own completely. He bowed his head and began to place a number of kisses onto James’ chest. His palms glided over the man’s torso, eliciting breathy sounds from James. Leisurely, Jack inched his way down the toned frame, leaving his hands to continue wandering the upper body. His mind yelled at him to stop and produced images of the atrocious exploitation in the blacksmith’s shop to dissuade him; but he willed himself on.

James tossed his head back as Jack encompassed the tip of his stimulated organ. Jack relaxed his mouth in order to accommodate the impressive length. He swirled his tongue about the sensitive flesh before he began to suck on it expertly. James grabbed a handful of the pirate’s hair, held Jack’s head in place, and closed his eyes. He groaned in ecstasy as pleasurable tremors shot through his anatomy.

Jack gagged a little when James involuntarily thrust deeper into his oral cavity. He recovered, though a feeling of humiliation engulfed him. He loathed it; James was nothing like them.

He worked James into a throbbing erection and withdrew away slowly. James made a noise of objection, but the discontent ceased when Jack fetched a bottle from the cabinet drawer. The older man’s nimble fingers rubbed the lubricant onto James’ arousal, while he prepared himself mentally for what he was proceeding to do. The container was soon abandoned, and Jack crawled up James’ being. His eyes were still downcast, even as he let out a trembling sigh and commenced lowering himself onto the erected member.

A quick breath and whimper came from Jack’s open mouth; he bit his bottom lip and his face tensed. He had to lift himself up several times due to the incredible soreness, yet he plowed through the discomfort until James was wholly encompassed within him.

Ripples went through Jack’s body and seemed to transfer to James’. They each breathed heavily and emitted numerous sounds of enjoyment, though Jack’s was more of pain rather than bliss. He rocked his hips forward, and James moaned wonderfully. It took a seemingly lengthy time before Jack settled on an acceptable pace. His breath came in gasps; James began to pant.

“Jack,” the younger man forced out. The name was spoken with abundant rapture.

Jack tilted his head back and a tiny whine came from him. His body succumbed to the unspeakable elation. Such a sight of exposure made James grunt with insatiable lust.

The pace grew faster as Jack thrust his hips back and forth and lifted himself to slide up and down James’ arousal. His teeth were clenched and he hissed as their copulation soared to a high degree of ardent intensity.

James shook and he cried out Jack’s name as he ejaculated into the hot body. A tremulous moan came from Jack as he felt the warm liquid release within him. His chin fell to his chest and he breathed heavily. James’ respirations were uneven as he slowly regained composure.

When his strength returned, Jack moved off of James and lay next to him.

“You haven’t finished,” James said after a period.

Before Jack could say a word, the younger man captured his lips in an erotic kiss as his hand went to Jack’s manhood. Jack gripped a shoulder above him, and the contented sounds he created were swallowed by James’ mouth.

****
Jack hardly said anything to James for a few days after their vigorous, sexual affair. From what James could observe, Jack was indifferent about the whole thing. It was as if he had had no gratification from it whatsoever.

James knew Jack was still recuperating from the brutal assault; however, he was being constantly drained emotionally by the lack of communication and response from the pirate. It was because of this, James did not pass up the task his employer asked of him.

“I’m going away for two weeks,” he stated as they sat on opposite sides of the living room.
Jack’s eyes shifted to James. “Two weeks?” His tone seemed somewhat upset. It surprised James due to the fact he had expected him to show disinterest.
“I have to travel to a nearby town to pick up some specific supplies.”
“Two weeks,” he mumbled. “Are you sailing?”
“Yes. It’s located on an island east of here.”
Jack was unsure of himself, though he decided to ask anyway. “Can I come with you?”
James’ voice was rather dry when he replied, “No.”

The pirate’s brown orbs were laden with rejection before changing to resentment.

He took up his crutches and went outside, slamming the door loudly behind him.


Part Twenty: "Madness"

****
James entered the main room and sat down to put on his boots. He glanced at the pirate, who was seated at the table in the corner; a book hid his visage as he pretended to read.

“It’s only a couple of weeks,” James said to break the cold silence.
“Uh-huh,” Jack voiced, apathetically.
“You’ll have Amelia to keep you company during the day.”
“Yep.”
James rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance. “Would you put down the damn book, Jack, and give me more than a one word answer?”

Jack lowered and closed it, placed it on his leg, and stared at James mockingly. He looked as if his novel was far more interesting than the young man’s face.

“Thank you,” James stated icily. “I’m sorry if this has caused you to be angry with me, but I simply don’t know what to tell you. You can put blame on me all you want, but what good does that do?”
Jack raised an eyebrow and said nothing.
“All right. Be that way. Perhaps my absence will be best for both of us right now.”
“Perhaps.”

James stood and fastened his belt. The book returned to cover Jack’s countenance.

“Goodbye,” James said exasperatedly.
Jack’s hand gave a curt wave.

James shook his head and exited. Jack peered over the top of the pages and set the object down when he saw James had truly left. He sighed and gazed about the room. Nothing caught his fancy.

A few minutes later, he went outside to relax beneath the canopy of his beloved tree.

****
Five days had passed and Jack was going insane. He lounged around the house; read, though his attention waned a majority of the time; ventured about the grassy area for half an hour each day; and lured Amelia to play cards with him, yet that was few and far between due to the cleaning and cooking she had to do.

“I’m going mad,” he muttered as he went to the large tree.

He sat down, tilted his head back to rest against the trunk, and closed his eyes. He was immobile for several minutes before he opened the new title he picked for the day and scanned the sentences. It had become habit to feign fascination for the content that he did not actually read.

One small passage caught his eye, and he uttered it to himself.

“As he bid her farewell from where he stood at the stern of the ship, she knew in her heart he would not return.” He chuckled and nodded. “You and me both, darlin’.”

He closed the cover and set it aside. It was a clear day; nicer than it had been. He enjoyed the gentle breeze that swept through his hair and made the leaves rustle all about him. The sun warmed him; however, when he gazed to his right, he was thrown into an inferno.

Will halted his advance a number of yards away from the tree and grinned.

Jack could not breathe, could not think properly. His leg finally received the signal, and he frenziedly struggled to stand. He went as fast as his crutches would allow, and Will began to run to him. The aides soon fell to the ground and Jack fell into Will’s arms.

Will swept him up and embraced him desperately. Jack wrapped his leg around the captain’s waist, threw his arms about Will’s neck, and buried his face in the crook of the man’s shoulder. Strong fingers combed through his matted hair and Will breathed in the scent.

“Oh god, Will,” Jack whispered and rubbed the side of his face against the younger man’s. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, love.”
Will chuckled. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”
“Don’t let me go.”
“I won’t,” Will assured tenderly. “I won’t.”

Jack clung to him tightly as if Will would disappear if he did not. He closed his eyes and shoved away the urge to cry. Will kissed his neck ardently. It was not long until Jack pulled away for Will to conquer his eager lips. They kissed vehemently, and it caused Jack to quake against Will from the unimaginable intensity. He moaned as Will’s tongue probed his mouth. The fingers entwined in his hair increased their grip.

A lengthy period went by before they broke away, panting weightily. They gazed at one another’s brown eyes infatuatedly. Everything that needed to be said was illustrated in their longing gazes.

Will lowered Jack to stand and picked up the pirate’s crutches. Jack thanked him and was about to situate them, but Will suddenly scooped him up once more. He laughed cheerfully and let the captain carry him inside.

“Amelia,” Jack called excitedly.
She entered the room promptly and jumped a little from seeing Will.
“I’d like you to meet William Turner.”
She stepped toward Will and took the outstretched hand. “It’s a pleasure, sir.”
“As it is for me,” Will said kindly.

Amelia noticed the overwhelming happiness radiating from Jack; it was something she had never before witnessed. She glanced from Jack to Will and smiled. The attraction and fondness they had for one another was exceedingly apparent.

“Can I get you two anythin’? Somethin’ to eat? Drink? Some bedding?” she added with a wink.
Jack grinned shyly, and his cheeks flushed. “It’s not a bad idea.”
She nodded and replied, “I’ll get some for you right away.”

When she brought several blankets to them, she and Will spread them out on the floor. She retrieved a few pillows as well and let them situate them as they saw fit.

They settled close together on the sofa, and Jack bubbled with questions for his lover. He could not withhold any longer.

“How have ya been? And the crew? The Pearl? Where have you been?”
Will laughed and put a finger to Jack’s lips. “Hold on there! One at a time.”
Jack pretended irritation, but could not help smiling simply from staring at Will. “All right then. You – how are you?”
“I’m great. I must admit, I was beyond terrified during the first few days as captain, but you were right; I do have it in me.”
“I’m pleased to hear that.”
“Everyone misses you though, Jack. She misses you.”
Jack looked away and swallowed. “Well….It’s nice to know I haven’t been completely forgotten.”
“They dropped me off here and went to a safe port not far away. When they return, you should come see her.”
The smile transformed into one of sadness. “That’s quite thoughtful of you, but I don’t think it would be a good idea.”
“Come on, Jack. Just for a little while, come aboard her.”
“No, Will,” he said sternly. He saw the wounded expression on Will’s face and softened his tone. “I can’t, Will.”
“I understand. I’m sorry for bringing it up.”

An uneasy silence came between them. Jack twirled a strand of hair about his finger and stared at the floor. Will observed him for a moment before he finally spoke again.

“I have something for you.”

The sentence perked Jack’s curiosity. He awaited whatever the captain had to give with childlike eyes. As Will removed the gift from his inner coat pocket, Jack’s breath caught in his throat. On a short leather cord, seven beads were kept in place. They were all different colors; ranging from blue to green, red to white. Each had its own design painted on it.

“Oh, Will,” Jack whispered in amazement. “They’re beautiful.”
“I know they can’t replace the ones you lost, but I thought you may like them just as well.”
Jack nodded. “I do.”
“Can I?”

Jack moved closer in order for Will to find a lock of the dark mane to enhance. He smoothed it with his fingers and began threading it through the beads individually. When he finished, he tied the hair into a knot below the last one and secured the leather cord at the bottom to ensure they would not slip off.

The pirate ran trembling fingers over the new addition; the younger man gazed at him adoringly with a smile.

“Thank you,” Jack said quietly as a tear trickled down his cheek.

Will kissed him gently and held his lover protectively. They were content in remaining that way for a long while.

****
The fire was dwindling, but the heat remained. Will and Jack lay on the fashioned bed on the floor in silence. The pirate trailed patterns on the arm embracing him, and Will’s lips ghosted over the back of his neck.

“William?”
“Hmm?”
Jack paused for a second and then inquired, “Why did you come?”
Will frowned and raised himself up on his elbow to look at Jack’s face. “What do you mean?”
“With what happened to me….I know you came here to kill them.”
“It’s not your fault for what they did. It changes nothing about how I feel. I love you, Jack.”
Jack smirked and turned his head to stare into the passionate, brown orbs of the younger man. “If you were there….If you had seen all that they did, you wouldn’t be here.”

He pulled away from the comforting arms and sighed despondently. Will’s heart ached; he wished to envelope Jack once more, though he knew it was not wanted.

Slowly, they drifted into sleep – a decent distance apart.

****
Jack shrieked as another long item violently entered into his body. Carter twisted the metal rod about and thrust it in and out sadistically. Garner grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him up to a kneeling position; the object continued to sodomize him, even as Garner forced his mouth open. Daniels shoved his erection into the pirate’s oral cavity and ordered him to comply. Jack closed his eyes, hot tears streaking down his cheeks, and began to suck. The screams from the painfulness of Carter’s ministrations were unable to be heard due to the large intruder in his mouth. Daniels started to sway his hips back and forth, making Jack gag tremendously. He could no longer perform his task; Daniels had taken it upon himself to fornicate Jack’s mouth as he had done to his backside not long ago.

The result of the man’s climax caught Jack off guard. He swallowed the liquid hurriedly, for he could not breathe otherwise. Carter removed his play toy and Daniels withdrew. He smacked Jack’s face severely; the victim collided with the hard ground.

“Who’s ready for another go?”

Carter grasped Jack’s leg and pulled him to the center of the area.

“Shall he lie on his back like a filthy whore, or on his hands and knee like a bitch in heat?”

They concluded his back. Jack coughed weakly and waited for the agony. It came without warning, making him cry out hoarsely. Carter pounded into his fragile, broken frame without mercy. His mind was one step behind as Garner came beside him and turned his head toward him. He choked on Garner’s arousal as it thrust in and out of his throat relentlessly.

Carter was first to ejaculate after several minutes; Garner followed soon after. Jack struggled to down the milky substance, but the moment Garner pulled away, he vomited it and other contents of his stomach onto the ground.

The front of his body was pressed against the column in the middle of the room as they each conquered him again. He hugged the post dearly as to not crumple to the floor; his leg was shaking badly.

No suitable surface was left untouched. They dominated his beaten figure over and over again. There were few intermissions in between the sexual assaults, only for the three men to maltreat him with numerous kicks and strikes to his stomach, visage, anywhere. Everywhere.

In time, he felt disconnected from his physical form. He became numb, and it was as if he was watching it all unfold through someone else’s eyes rather than his own.

The intense battering and molestation lasted for hours. It could have been an eternity and it would have felt the same to him.

****
Jack thrashed about, muttering frightened words under his breath. Will had been frozen in place while the flashback occurred; once it ended, he grabbed hold of the pirate’s shoulder and shook him.

“Jack, wake up. It’s a dream; wake up!”

Jack ripped away from Will and emitted a feral growl. Will crept to him and placed a hand on his arm, but Jack pushed him backward.

“Get away from me!” he shouted furiously. “Stay away! Don’t touch me!”
The young man took hold of Jack’s shoulders strongly and kept him from moving. “Look at me,” he said firmly. “Look at me, Jack.”
Jack reluctantly lifted his head to stare at Will.
“I won’t hurt you. And they’re not here.”

Jack snickered and shoved him back once more. “You saw it, didn’t you?” he asked harshly.
Will said nothing.
“Didn’t you?!”
“Yes,” the captain replied dolefully. “I did.”
Jack shook his head, closed his eyes, and began to laugh as if terribly amused. “Of course. It happened once before, why not again, ay? See just how revolting I am.”
“That’s not true-”
“Then what is? You cannot sit there and tell me that it didn’t change your feelings for me right now. I can see it in your eyes, Will. You show pity and you show remorse, but I know….I know your wishin’ you had someone else. What’s appealin’ about being tied down to a fucking whore, eh?”

Will stared at him as if Jack had sunk a knife into his chest. Jack fixed his gaze on anything other than the young man. After a period, a consoling hand rested on his knee.

“Don’t touch me, William,” he snarled dangerously. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”

The instant the contact was broken, Jack crawled to his crutches and stood.

“There’s an inn on the east side of town, though I’m sure you know where it is.” Jack paused and prayed that his throat would contract before he could speak the next words. It did not. “I would appreciate it if you left here for it first thing in the mornin’. Savvy?”

His jaw clenched and he silently cursed himself.

Will could do nothing but stare at the pirate’s back until he disappeared into the bedroom.

“Damn it, Jack,” he stated in aggravation.

He heard a noisy thump come from the direction of Jack’s refuge, but he attributed it to the older man releasing his rage. It sounded several more times before there was quiet.

Will lie on his back and discovered that sleep was difficult to come by.