Bootstrap's bootstraps

TITLE Bootstrap's bootstraps
AUTHOR Clonesofconfusion
SUMMARY Bootstrap Bill meets Ol' Davey Jones
RATING NC17
PAIRING Barbossa/Bill Bo'sun/Bill Crew/Bill
FEEDBACK please
CHARACTERS POTC
BETAS None
AUTHORS NOTES just a test to see if anyone wants to see our version of Bootstrap's 'end' and what Ol' Barbossa and crew may have done to him.
DISCLAIMER POTC does not belong to us,(but to Disney) the only thing that does is the plot(sort of) so please don't sue us, you'll only get 2 old cars and a couple cats(shedding lil furballs)

Bootstrap's bootstrap


Bootstrap curled up, tucking his head as close to his knees as he could, protecting his head from Barbossa's blows.

"What have ye done with it?" Barbossa growled, kicking at Bill and catching his toe on Bootstrap's leg.

Captain Barbossa had just discovered that an Aztec coin, priceless, ancient and cursed, was missing.
"Do ye realize what ye've done?" He shouted, pacing about the prone man curled up on the deck. "Ye've damned us all!"

A hoarse laugh caught his attention. "No, my dear *Captain*. " Bill sneered. "You've damned us. We deserve this."

"Bah!" Barbossa reeled about to face the sea, the sun's setting rays reflecting off the cerulean waves.

"Theres a special place in Hell reserved for traitors and mutineers! Ain't that what Jack ?" ?" Bill unfurled and pushed himself to his knees. "It wern't right, what was done to Jack Sparrow. Not right, and everyone here knows it!"

"Oh spare me yer rightous indignation, Bootstrap. Ye could 've stood with 'im!"

"And instead of marooning one man, you'd have killed two."

Bo'sun, the large, scary first mate, grabbed Bill by the hair and dragged him up, twisting Bill's arm behind his back and pulling his head back with a firm grip in his hair.
"Where's the coin?" Barbossa demanded, fingering the hilt of his knife.

"Gone." He ground out between his clenched teeth.

"Gone where?"

"Somewhere ye'll not find it."

Barbossa curled his left hand into a fist and punched Bill, sinking into the younger man's belly. "Details, Bill."

Bo'sun, yanking his grip hard, pulled Bill upright.

Gasping, Bill snarled, "Go to Hell!"

With a roll of pale blue eyes, Barbossa slid his knife from it's sheath and pressed the cool point to Bill's cheek. "Where did ye send it?"

Bill looked away, brown eyes focusing on a wave some distance from the ship.

With a flick of his wrist, Barbossa raised a trail of red, the blood almost immediantly being reabsorbed. "Where, Bill?"

"I'll not say."

Barbossa's smile was not pretty. "We'll see."

With a sudden movement, he ripped Bill's shirt open, baring a smooth, tan chest. He ran his blade down Bill's neck, over the swell of pec, before sinking the first three inches into the skin just below his sternum.

"I'll not say." Bill gasped out as Barbossa withdrew the blade only to slide it in again a few inches further south. His head snapped to the side with the force of Barbossa's blow.

"Lets see if I can't loosen yer tongue." Taking a grip on Bill's arm, Barbossa dragged him to the door that led to the Captain's Quarters. The rooms Barbossa had claimed only after stranding Sparrow on a small island a few days before landing at the isle of Death. "Keep the men busy, Bo'sun, while I'm otherwise occupied."
He flung the younger man across the room and closed the door behind them.

Bill fell, but tried to compensate, pulling his feet under him.

Barbossa kicked him, aiming for his torso.
"Yer missing Jack,that it, Bootstrap?" Barbossa mocked, sneering. "Let me help ye with that!"

Grabbing Bill, Barbossa tore at his clothing, ripping his shirt and forcing his trousers down past slim buttocks and firm thighs.

Bill cried out as Barbossa forced his legs apart, shoving into him.

"Damn, Bootstrap, when was the last time ye let Jack fuck ya?"

Bill gritted his teeth and panted as Barbossa's fingers dug into his hips in a bruisingly tight grip as he thrust hard into him.

"Yer tight as the chit I fucked, course, she squealed 'bout as loud as ye, too." Barbossa grunted as he slammed his hips against Bootstrap's.

"Don't know why yer whinin'. I spit on it before stickin' it in ye." Barbossa took Bill in hand and pumped, forcing him to harden. "Feels good from here." He chuckled darkly. "I can see why Jack enjoyed yer company." He continued to pump and thrust.

Bill's body had adjusted to the invader and under the dual stimulation, pain and pleasure melded and he found his body pushing into both Barbossa's hand and thrusts, unaware of the sounds that fell from his lips.

"Yer quite vocal. I like that."


SLASH/NONCON RAPE Bo'sun/Bill Barbossa/Bill

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Bill came, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

Barbossa grunted and came, spilling his seed inside Bill. "Still not sayin'?" He asked as he stood, adjusting his clothing.

Bill didn't answer; his head was pillowed on his forearms and he panted, trying to catch his breath. The look he sent Barbossa was dark, filled with hate and disdain.

Barbossa kicked him again, almost absently. "So determined. So brave. So silent. " Barbossa's tone was dry, and he had a contemplative look on his face. "Let's see how silent ye be after the men get done with ye."

"I'll never tell ye where it is." Bill rasped.

Barbossa shrugged. "Bo'sun!" he shouted, gaining the attention of the large, bald, first mate.

The ebony-skinned pirate opened the door and stepped inside, a snarl curling his lip.

Barbossa gestured to Bill. "Bring him. Bare." He turned on his heel and left the cabin.


Bo'sun grabbed Bill by the hair, easily levering him to his feet. Continueing the motion, he slammed Bill against the table, forcing a groan from the english pirate.

Silently, he stripped the remaining clothing from Bill's body. He growled, running a rough hand along Bill's flank.

Bill barely twitched, heart still pounding, blood still roaring in his ears.

Bo'sun gripped one of Bill's shoulders, flipping him over, onto his belly. Pushing apart nerveless legs, he pulled out his cock, shoving in hard and pulling a sharp cry from Bootstrap.

Giving the smaller man no time to adjust, he slammed in again and again.

Bootstrap sought leverage with his bare toes, but there was none to be found.

Bo'sun wrapped long strong fingers about Bootstrap's hips, holding on tightly.

Before long, Bo'sun shifhis his grip, wrapping his fingers around the slender, pale throat in front of him.

Bill arched his back, clawing at the powerful hands that now tightened at his neck.

That was more to Bo'sun's liking; a fight always made things more interesting, and more enjoyable. He came hard, slamming against the slim hips pinned to the table.

He pulled away from Bootstrap, shoving him to the floor and kicking him in the ribs.

Bill curled up around the burning in his chest.

"No time fer nappin'." He hissed at Bill. "Cap'n said ta bring ye."

Bill was hauled to his feet again and shoved to the door, Bo'sun purposely shoving him into the wall.

Bo'sun said, into Bill's ear. "Cap'n'll find it, he will. Who ye sent it to won't be safe, and when Cap'n finds it, won't be pretty."


** ** **

"Men! By now, ye'll most likely know that Bootstrap has stolen a coin, a coin that's cursed each and everyone of ye, and sent it away!" Barbossa addressed the crew of the "Pearl'. Murmers of dissent greeted his words
"He ain't told us where he sent it, sez he won't tell."

Angry murmurs at this.

"Thinks we deserve this fer what was done to Sparrow, ye all heard him say it."

Sounds of disgust and disagreement.

"Seems to me, if he keeps his silence 'bout this matter, we should take exception. Yeah?"

Agreement from the crowd.

Barbossa nodded to Bo'sun, who dragged out the naked Bootstrap.

"He don't need to keep all his silence!" Barbossa shouted. "Make him scream, boys! Bo'sun, keep some order."

A bloodthirsty cheer went up.

Barbossa grinned. "I'll be in me cabin." He turned and disappeared from view.



Hands touching, tearing, pulling. Knees slammed to decking, violation again and again. The feel of hands slapping, scratching, punching. Teeth grinding, feet kicking.

The scent of blood, sweat, and cum overpowered even the smell of the sea breeze on the night air.

Bootstrap Bill was shoved down to his belly on the rough wooden planking and he was filled again and again; one after another, the bodies and faces and smells all blurring together, none standing out as vividly as Barbossa or Bo'sun.

None of the others stood out as individuals, just pressing bodies and stench. Maybe it would have been worse if he'd seen their faces( their gaping, leering, faces) But the moon didn;t show her face and even the stars looked away that night, permitting only lantern light to shine.

Bill was only dimmly aware of fighting; kicking and scratching and biting and screaming. He'd tried not to scream, not to give Barbossa that satisfaction; he knew Barbossa wanted to see him suffer, to hurt, to scream, to bleed. So he suffered, he hurt, he screamed and he bled. But as he did, so did some of the crew.

Soon, too soon for some, not enough for others; after one too many blows to the head, Bill fell to the darkness, sinking gratefully into Oblivion's welcoming arms.

He driftedin the grey haze of oblivion after that, just so much limp baggage.

Dawn came finally, what seemed a hundred years later.

Bo'sun, sneering as usual, dragged him back to Barbossa.

Bill was permitted to clean himself and dress. Shirt, vest, trousers, stockings and boots. He dressed fully, completely. He knew, in his heart, this was the end.

Barbossa watched Bill approach, pushed forward by the first mate.

His dark hair, freshly washed, curled gently about his face, giving him an air of unearthlyness, of fey.

He seemed for a moment, ancient, ageless.

"One last chance, Bootstrap." Barbossa said, wind carrying his voice to the crew. " Where'd ye send it?"

Bill looked at Barbossa, long and hard, before looking away, to the sea.

"Fine. If that be yer answer." Barbossa snarled. "Tie 'im to the cannon. Then push in the briney deep. One less traitor." He grinned suddenly. "One less way to split the swag!"

Bill didn't fight, not now, he'd done all his fighting the night before. His face was expressionless, not even frowning when the ropes were bound too tightly to his legs and ankles.

The cannon was rolled to the gangplank and out over the sea.

Barbossa called out to Bill, mocking."Give me regards to Davey Jones and Ol' Nob!"

Bill's brown eyes locked on Barbossa's blue ones. The last words of Bootstrap Bill hung in the air before he was shoved into the sea. "I'll save ye a place in Hell, *Captain*."

None were privy to his last thoughts as he sank into the dark waters ; they were of his wife, their child, and of Jack Sparrow.

The Sea swallowed him, wrapping soft, cool arms about him, welcoming Bill home.

END

Thus concludes Bootstrap's bootstraps.

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