He's a Pirate

Title: He’s a pirate
Pairing: Jack Sparrow/Will Turner, Will Turner/Elizabeth
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con, slash, angst!sex
Summary: (Set [almost] in Pirates 2) Will is on a mission to find Jack Sparrow, but what he doesn’t know is that Jack has plans for him as well. Can William find what he wants and needs? Or will the allure of a pirate take him over?

Part One: Taking what he wants

“I need that compass, Jack,” Will said, striding down the length of the Black Pearl after Jack Sparrow. Jack waved behind him, and swaggered on as though he hadn’t heard the blacksmith. “Jack,” Will hissed, a little annoyed, gripping his upper-arm and turning him to look him in the eye. “Elizabeth is in danger,” he whispered. Jack pulled his arm out of Will’s grip and continued on towards his cabin. But then whirled around on the spot, causing Will to be hit by the long tendrils of Jack’s hair.

“In danger, you say?” Jack asked, giving Will a sideways look, his eyes fixing beneath Turner’s belt. Will followed his gaze, and gave him a surprised look, and Jack’s eyes flicked up to meet him. The blacksmith felt the color drain from his face, and backed away slowly.

“Will you help me?” Will asked, tentatively. Jack followed, swaggering.

“Of course,” he replied, “If you will help me.” All went black as someone hit Will on the back of the head, and he fell. When he came to, he found himself leaning slightly, his hands chained to a post down in the bowels of the ship, and completely naked.

“Tell me Will,” said Captain Sparrow’s voice, “Does Elizabeth ever do this to you?” Before Will could respond a whip had cracked on his back, a searing pain he had ever felt. Blood trickled down his back as Jack struck again. He grasped in pain as the succeeding strikes crept lower until they were upon his buttocks.

“Jack,” he gasped, trying not to cry, “stop this.” He shuddered feeling the whip drawn between his cheeks, caressing him. Then, something harder pressing at his portal.

“Oh, Will,” Jack replied, his body now touching Will’s, his hand wrapped around his member, the other cupping Will’s balls. “I don’t want to stop,” he continued, pressing his engorged member into Will. The blacksmith screamed, the pain was unbearable, like every inch of him being ripped apart from the inside out. Jack nibbled on his captive’s neck, eliciting a shudder and moan from the blacksmith. The pirate began to pump Will’s member, slowly, circling the tip with his thumb.

Will bit his lip, forcing himself not to scream out. What was Jack doing? Why was he going this? All of a sudden, Jack forced himself into Will, and Will cried out. Sparrow was thrusting now, faster and faster, driving himself into the small hole. Tears streamed down Will’s face as he cried out, moaning as the pace of the thrusting matched the minstrations by Jack’s hand.

“Give in,” Jack whispered, licking Will’s outer ear. Nibbling on the flesh right beneath it, sucking on it until Will moaned. “You can’t get this from Elizabeth,” murmured Jack, his lips touching his ear, darting inside, as he thrust harder. Will saw stars as the pirate hit something deep within him. He jerked and felt Jack thrust one final time, and cry out in ecstasy.

“You can’t get anything better than me, Will,” Jack said, pulling out. He began to swagger away, pushing himself back inside his pants.

“Jack,” Will strained, the damn pirate didn’t even let him come. His member was still stiff, unable to attain release as his hands were bound.

“Ah,” the pirate said, swinging back around. He sauntered over to a cell and grabbed a thick, but thankfully polished club. Most likely used during Barbarossa’s captainship for beating the unruly. Jack staggered back to Will and took the object, and thrust it up into his arse. Will cried out, and Jack smiled.

“Much better,” he murmured, taking a bit of rope, securing the object so that Will couldn’t push it back out. The blacksmith shuddered, and moaned, trying to get the offending thing out, but Jack just grinned and walked back up to the deck.