William sandwich

(Note: this is a very naughty AU Horatio Hornblower fanfic, written just for fun and not for any monetary gain.It was written (badly) in one go on a long sleepless night after watching 'Duty' and Loyalty back to back. Horatio Hornblower is the property of BBC/A&E and the estate of CS Forester. No infringement is intended)
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They were on leave for a month and back in Portsmouth, the Retribution in dock and the crew dispersed. Commander Horatio Hornblower was flush with prize money from their last adventure and in good spirits.
Lt William Bush too was fairly cheerful although most of the money he had gotten as a result of the captured French ships was sent off to his sisters. Still, William wasn’t badly off, he would be more than able to live well for the month that he and Horatio were stuck on land. He would of course be staying with the lanky young commander and his wife Maria as always. Horatio had insisted on it every time they were on leave and now it was something neither man even thought about, it was simply expected. Since the death of lieutenant Archie Kennedy many months before, William had slowly but surely become Horatio’s friend and confidante, perhaps the closest, nay only, friend Horatio had on sea or land. William had not intended it to be so. He both liked and respected Horatio as a commanding officer and as a man, and like his entire crew would gladly have died for him, but William had never considered himself worthy of such a role as the captain’s best friend, it had simply come upon him by chance, in truth he did not make friends easily.

On the way to the Hornblower’s modest dwelling, Horatio and William had picked flowers for Maria, scaling a garden fence like two naughty little boys to steal a hand full of posies each and then stopped at a shop and bought a joint of beef and several bottles of wine, for Horatio was intent on celebrating their good fortune. Maria welcomed them both joyfully, embracing and kissing Horatio warmly, taking from him the proffered bouquet of flowers and the brown paper packet from the butchers shop
‘Horrie! I’m so glad you’re home, dearest!’
To his credit Horatio managed not to wince at his wife’s dreaded pet name for him, he did however roll his eyes at William who smiled sympathetically as he set down the box of wine bottles on the entryway table
‘I’m glad to be home, Maria, and I’ve brought William…’ he disentangled himself from his wife who then turned to look at lieutenant Bush who stood in polite silence behind his friend. A brief glance then passed between the couple, as though they were sharing some secret, but in a moment it was gone and forgotten
‘Dear William!’ Maria went to him at once, and leaning up, pressed warm kisses to his pale cheeks
‘Maria…’ William greeted her quietly, blushing quite embarrassedly at the attention. Maria had been quite openly affectionate to him since his kindness to her at her and Horatio’s wedding, but somehow he had never quite gotten used to it. Before he could say more she had turned away holding the parcel and flowers before her ‘I must put these in water, and make dinner…’she hurried away to the kitchen
Horatio smiled and he and William took off their greatcoats and hats and hung them on pegs in the tiny foyer
‘Come along William, and bring the wine’

They had had their dinner and now sat laughing and chatting amiably, drinking heavily of the wine Horatio had insisted upon buying. As was his custom, Horatio never talked about the war or the dangers they faced at sea when in Maria’s company. Perhaps he thought it too distressing a topic for her feminine sensibilities. Instead he kept the conversation light, and spoke only of general things that had occurred aboard ship, such as minor disciplinary problems amongst the men, the appalling weather or some amusing thing that Styles or Matthews had said or done. He was truly in a good mood; perhaps a better mood than William had seen him in in some time. It was no doubt in part due to the alcohol and the fact that Horatio’s mother in law, Mrs Mason, was off visiting with her sister and that she would be gone for the duration of their leave. William too was relieved to find that Maria’s mother, who frightened him more than the French and Spanish combined, was not currently in residence.
‘Drink, drink’ Horatio was refilling William’s glass to the brim again ‘To Admiral Pellew!’ the young commander held aloft his drink in yet another toast and Maria and William obligingly drank to the Admiral, although he himself felt they had all already drank quite enough and then Horatio refilled their glasses yet again. He had been plying William with drink all evening and had the lieutenant not known better he would have thought his friend was deliberately trying to get him drunk. Had that been the case, then Horatio would have been successful. William felt more than a little wobbly, the room moving around him rather disconcertingly. He fought to maintain his end of the conversation without slurring his words, or sounding inebriated but he somehow doubted he was doing well. Maria had been looking rather intently at William across the table, and Horatio too seemed unusually attentive, almost looking through William with the intensity of his deep brown eyes; again that look, barely perceptible and rather secretive passed between the couple. William thought it odd, but was far too drunk to comment. He reached for his glass and knocked it over into his plate, something that struck him as terribly funny as he couldn’t help but giggle uncontrollably. The Hornblower’s smiled indulgently and Horatio got up from his chair
‘Come on William, I think you’ve had quite enough’ he said good-naturedly and he hooked his arm under his friends and helped him up. In a moment Maria was at his other side and he felt her arms encircle his waist.
‘Time for bed, dear William’
Between the two of them they managed to get the tipsy young lieutenant down the short hallway toward the bedrooms. They passed the one normally occupied by Maria’s mother, and then they passed by the guest room.
‘Wait, wait…my room…’ William pointed out, looking back at the door over his shoulder
‘I think you’re just a little too unsteady to be left on your own tonight William’ Horatio said matter of factly
‘And it would be very remiss of us to not look after you properly’ added Maria with obvious affection. William supposed they were right, he certainly didn’t feel capable of looking after himself. Horatio opened the door of his and Maria’s room and they helped their friend inside. Maria left her husband to support William and pulled down the bedclothes. Horatio sat William down on the edge of the bed, and eased him out of his uniform jacket as Maria knelt and pulled off his boots and stockings
‘I’m fine, just let me lie down…I’ll sleep in my clothes’ William slurred, he felt mortified that Maria was assisting her husband in undressing him
‘Nonsense, William…’ Horatio began unbuttoning Williams’s waistcoat as Maria’s gentle fingers untied his neckcloth ‘We must make you comfortable’
William’s head swam and he fought to maintain his dignity. He was being undressed like a child, and he felt helpless and out of control of the situation, something that first lieutenant William Bush simply would never tolerate.
‘So be a good boy and don’t struggle’
Maria took his pallid, handsome face in her hands and kissed his mouth, her warm, wet little tongue lightly licking at his lips before she released him, and began untying the black ribbon that held his queue. William was stunned; his eyes wide at the liberty Horatio’s wife had taken with him. He spluttered, shocked by the impropriety of it, and that she should do such a thing in the presence of her husband… He looked to Horatio and his face reddened when he realised that Horatio had been watching and only smiled benevolently ‘do as Maria says, William, be good’
William was completely at a loss. Maria now discarded the wide black ribbon and ran her fingers through his long dark auburn curls and then she was pulling his shirt up over his head, and he felt Horatio unbuttoning his trousers and pushing him down onto his back, he struggled but he was weak and uncoordinated with drink
‘Stop, stop…’ there was an edge of panic in Williams voice but the Hornblower’s ignored it and soon his pale, slight body was naked on the bed before them, his hair spread out in a halo on the pillow beneath him. William looked pleadingly up at Horatio but his friend had turned away and begun to undress, throwing off his uniform; letting down his wavy brown mane from its tail.
‘O how beautiful he is, Horrie!’
Maria Hornblower was enthralled, trembling and tingling with desire for her husband’s friend. She longed for the feel of his body against her, to feel him inside her, stroking her, filling her.
“Beautiful?” Thought William, blinking muzzily, surely she couldn’t be talking about him? Maria was promptly on her knees on the bed, the expression on her pretty face one of barely contained excitement, she at once began caressing William’s face and his slender, hairless chest. His cheeks flushed hotly as she touched him eagerly, running her hands down his slim waist and narrow hips, gazing raptly between his legs, her fingers toying with the curls of his pubic hair, stroking and squeezing his dark pink manhood, until a droplet of clear liquid ran from its tip. William had never felt so exposed and powerless, and…afraid. Perhaps something of what he was feeling showed on his face, for Maria at once fell to kissing him, her soft silken lips brushing his fevered face. He could smell the perfume of her, feel the warmth of her bosom pressed against him and he trembled. She sat up then, pulling off and tossing aside her mobcap, her long lovely sandy curls spilling down her shoulders, and then she slipped out of her pale green dress. Beneath it she wore nothing, and William now saw her as naked as he. Her breasts were pert and plump, her nipples a deep rose colour and hard with the slight chill of the room. Her waist was slender and her hips well rounded, the tangle of sandy curls between her shapely legs matching those on her pretty head. William’s blush deepened. Now Horatio was on the bed also, completely disrobed. He was taller than William; his body lean, but more muscular than William’s, his chest and shoulders broader, his thick pink sex in a state of excited readiness. William had seen Horatio unclothed before, they had shared quarters together many times, but only now did it make him feel uncomfortable, and he hastily looked away.
‘No need to be shy, William, you’re amongst friends’ Horatio smiled warmly and nuzzled his lieutenants soft, curly hair, his fingers tracing the curve of Williams cheek.
‘I don’t understand…what…Horatio?’ William struggled to speak, to force the words out but it was so difficult to do so, the wine addling his brain; he felt truly puzzled at, and helpless to resist, all that was happening to him. He didn’t like this feeling of utter powerlessness, this subjugation…this… submission
‘Shush, its all right William, its all right’ Maria slid her arms about his neck, and once more claimed his mouth, forcing it open with her kisses, tasting him, sucking at his lips, stroking his tongue lightly with her own. He moaned in protest, clutching at her fretfully, feeling Horatio’s hands and lips on him as well, caressing and pinching his nipples, kissing his neck and his shoulders and the line of his jaw. He felt overwhelmed with sensation, his penis hardening and throbbing maddeningly as he was kissed and touched and stroked all over by the both of them.
‘It looks as though your strong, brave lad is ready to be pressed into service Mr Bush’ Horatio said with amusement and grinned at Maria, who was still nibbling at William’s neck, she glanced down at Williams sex and giggled like a schoolgirl. Horatio laughed as well and they both petted William’s rigid cock affectionately. William moaned at their touch, his organ feeling as though it would burst
‘Horatio?’ the drunken lieutenant’s expression was the perfect picture of distress, his eyes large and questioning, and his cheeks fairly burning with mortification. Horatio smiled gently in response to William’s obvious confusion ‘I love you William, as I love Maria and as I loved Archie…’ he whispered
He smiled again and kissed William upon the mouth, and an involuntary shiver ran through William’s body. He’d never been kissed by a man before and it was an odd sensation to feel Horatio’s lips pressed against his own, lightly at first, then with passion, his hot, greedy mouth devouring William’s; wet sucking kisses, drawing out and playing with his tongue. He could feel Horatio’s silky hair against his face; smell his sweat and the musky scent of him, feel Horatio’s hard cock brushing against him. His mind reeled and then Horatio pulled away, leaving William gasping
‘Now, I believe you’re needed Mr Bush’ Horatio nodded toward Maria, who still clung lovingly to William’s side, running her tongue over his chest, suckling and biting at his nipples.
‘No, no, no…’ William protested. This was wrong, he was an officer in his Majesty King George’s Royal Navy, he had position and dignity and…
‘Belay that gab Mr Bush, and that’s an order!’ Horatio Hornblower’s eyes flashed with a mix of amusement and authority. William, ever the obedient first officer obeyed the forceful command without thinking, realising to his chagrin that it was just submission of another sort…. Horatio slid his arms around his friend, and between himself and Maria they turned the uncoordinated and quite stunned lieutenant over until he was lying in Maria’s arms, her warm breasts pressed against his chest, her hard little nipples poking into him. He could feel her soft belly against his and the damp little nest of hair between her legs pressed against him as well, the throbbing heat of his passion brushing against the silken skin of her inner thigh. And then he felt Horatio’s hand between his legs, toying with his scrotum, lightly squeezing and caressing his balls. Then Horatio was handling his cock, and his touch made William all but jump, further igniting the odd feelings that seemed ready to explode forth from his distended flesh; Horatio gently directed Williams stiff affair to Maria’s tight, wet little passage, and he slid into her easily, penetrating her deeply, feeling her muscles contract around him most deliciously. He bit his lip; unable to keep himself from moaning at the intense pleasure of it, Maria inhaling sharply as he filled her, her juices flowing at the long anticipated sensation of being entered
‘Oh my darling William, oh my sweet lieutenant’ Maria whispered in his ear, her arms tightening around his neck. She was pressing herself as close against him as she could kissing him with renewed fervour, shifting her pelvis beneath him as if to spur him to some action, but he was so astounded by the feel of her he was momentarily unable to even think, let alone move a muscle. She looked into his eyes then, her expression soft and loving
‘William, dearest, you have me, I’m yours, take me…’she implored him
Horatio meanwhile had turned his attention to William’s back, kissing his shoulder blades and caressing and kneading his shapely buttocks. William was as splendidly beautiful as one could wish for, his pale, creamy skin heavenly to touch. How often Horatio had imagined this, wanted to feel his lieutenant warm and soft and yielding beneath him, he was nearly overcome with desire now, his cock all but ready to explode for want of relief, but he forced himself to wait, to endure the sweet agony of it. William was being reticent; perhaps because of his prim and proper sensibilities or then again it could be merely lack of experience on William’s part. His first officer had always been somewhat of a mystery, cool and composed and deferential. It had been one of the things that had made Horatio fall in love with him.
‘Lieutenant Bush, look lively there, put some back into it man!’
Commander Hornblower gave the order with the same tone and force as he gave orders aboard his ship and then hauled off and struck lieutenant Bush’s plump, round buttocks a resounding slap. William let out a shocked little cry, jerking sharply at the unexpected and sobering wallop, inadvertently plunging hard into Maria who moaned appreciatively, biting into William’s neck in her passion
Horatio grinned wickedly and delivered a rapid series of sharp, stinging blows to his lieutenant’s tender backside, driving him to thrust into Maria hard and fast. Pain in the midst of pleasure, a strange, dizzying mix, flooding and confusing William’s already jumbled senses. Never had Lieutenant Bush experienced such shameful treatment, never had he been subjected to such degradation, he had never been whipped as a child, nor had he ever tasted the bitterness of the lash in his service to the King, and it stung him all the more that it was his friend who was doing this to him. William whimpered and moaned under Horatio’s cruel spanking, tears of pain and humiliation springing to his large blue eyes, running down his hot, blushing cheeks. Maria lovingly brushed them away, covering his face with soothing kisses, cleaving to him as he pinioned her, stretched her and gorged her starving little nether mouth exquisitely, she writhed and squirmed beneath him, moaning and breathing hard, meeting every thrust with eager desire, breasts pressed hard against his chest, biting and sucking hard at his neck. Finally she cried out, her body shaking, as pleasure broke loose within her, blinding, all consuming pleasure, spreading out from the centre of her being, her body tingling from head to toe with it. Deliciously exhausted, she fell back gasping.
Horatio ceased the spanking, pleased with William’s compliant performance, but not yet ready to allow him relief. He appreciatively ran his fingers lightly over William’s punished flesh, his precious little arse was red and hot to the touch, blushing nearly as crimson as his cheeks. Horatio found it utterly captivating. He had enjoyed this wonderful game of dominance and submission many times with both Archie and Maria. The spanking excited him, as simple coupling never did, it made his blood flow hot and his passion rise to fever pitch. And he could think of no one more wilful and in need of loosening up than first Lieutenant William Bush.
‘Poor William’ he said teasingly, parting William’s buttocks, massaging his stinging skin. Then he delivered another hard smack. William gasped and flinched crying out sharply, the pain jolting through his slight frame, Horatio enjoyed the sound intensely.
William clung to Maria, her kisses and caresses comforting and soothing to him. He was aching and utterly humiliated, he felt ashamed and unable to utter a word.
‘Horatio, don’t hurt him’
Maria cradled William, stroking his hair and kissing his cheeks and his lips tenderly, he had submitted to Horrie, played Horrie’s little game and now she wanted to give him pleasure, to feel him spill his warm essence into her, for his sex still throbbed within her, his passion unquenched. He lay in her arms sniffling and breathing hard from both his exertions and Horatio’s painful slaps. She nuzzled him lovingly.
‘Fear not, Maria, Lieutenant Bush is property of his Majesty’s Royal Navy and made of stern stuff’ Horatio laughed
‘Horrie, that’s enough!’
Maria gave Horatio a disapproving look and he sighed ‘as you wish, madam’ he smiled warmly at his wife and reached out and caressed William’s hair
‘There, there William, we’ll soon have you feeling better’
Horatio kissed William’s shoulder and ran his hands lightly down his back. His hands tenderly moved over his friend’s sore buttocks again. Carefully parting them, he pressed the tip of his cock between them, gently easing himself into William’s tight little orifice. William inhaled sharply, a ragged little sob escaping his lips. Maria again held him tightly and covered his face with loving kisses; she knew only too well what it was like to lose a virginity. Despite Horatio’s gentleness, the entry hurt, and William gasped as Horatio pushed himself in more deeply, biting his lip, his muscles contracting to fight the intrusion, sending ripples of pleasure through him, making him moan aloud in spite of himself, his hard, aching sex a burning torment. Again this horrible degradation, again pain and pleasure
‘Horatio…p-please… stop this …’ once more tears of painful humiliation sprang to his eyes and Maria kissed them away. Horatio ignored William’s plea and took full possession of his tender, virginal arse. He luxuriated in the sensation; his organ throbbing as he felt William tighten and spasm around him, he was sweetly tight, heavenly. He had not experienced this with Archie, as he’d had lovers before Horatio, but as for William; Horatio was his first.
‘Just relax William, relax’ there was genuine tenderness in Horatio’s voice now, and love in his expression, as he slid his arms about William’s slender waist, kissing the back of his neck. And then he gently drove into him, making William cry out and clasp tightly to Maria beneath him. Horatio moved slowly and softly at first, increasing his rhythm until William was rocked by his thrusts, moaning and whimpering loudly and driving into Maria with the same impassioned rhythm. William felt used, violated, like some cheap dockside whore, his dignity in shreds, and his thoughts and feelings in chaos. At that moment he finally gave in, his struggling ceased and his submission became total. What other choice had he? Maria was warm and loving under him, she wrapped herself around him, never stopped kissing him, winding her fingers into his hair. Again he made her come, and it was exquisite, her breasts tingling, her nipples tight and almost painful, her dripping sex throbbing and convulsing, she pumped her hips against him, crying out a long, throaty cry, her body a great well of feeling, overflowing with pleasure as William continued to ride her, at last reaching long denied release. His whole body shook with his climax, his back arched, his eyes tightly shut, mouth open in a silent cry, his breath catching in his throat. He was no longer conscious of anything but the pleasure, the feel of penetrating and being penetrated, his utter conquest by it, the sensation seeming to go on and on. She felt him spill into her, its warmth flooding her, running down her thighs.
‘William, darling’ Maria whispered, kissing his chin and his jaw, running her hands over his shoulders. Horatio grabbed William by the hair pulling him up onto his knees, turning his head, kissing him roughly, thrusting his tongue into his mouth. He came, filling William, spanking against the lieutenants still smarting backside until the pleasure had had its way with him, washed completely through him. Then he pulled William down onto the bed on his side, his arms wrapped about his chest, his face buried in his hair, snuggling close against his back, kissing the back of his neck warmly. ’My sweet, precious William’ he breathed, but William only moaned softly in response. Maria pulled the blanket up over them as Horatio leaned over and kissed her goodnight lovingly and she smiled. Then she slipped her arms about William’s waist, nestling close into his arms, kissing him goodnight tenderly ‘lovely William, goodnight dearest’ she whispered, but he had already fallen into an exhausted sleep.