Will moaned against the gag and cursed himself for a fool. The finger
twisting its way into him made it almost impossible to think, but all the
same he saw – now - that he should have suspected a trap.
Will rowed across the harbour to toward the Dauntless. When he turned his
head he could see James at the rail, watching him. He thought of the
invitation Jack had sent him last week, for dinner at an inn outside of town
and he chuckled. He hadn't gone, of course. Jack was yet to learn that Will
Turner was not quite such a simpleton as that - Will had seen through
the ruse the instant he'd received the note. He knew that Jack was eager for
the chance to pay him back for that night aboard James's boat and he
intended to stay well clear of the pirate for as long as he could. It was
all but certain that James would be part of Jack's plan, but - Will grinned
smugly - if anywhere in the world was safe, surely it was the Navy's
His thoughts turned to the business that brought him out here. It was good
of James to steer this refitting job his way - not that he wasn't the best
smith in Port Royal, of course, but he knew well that it wasn't always the
quality of the work that determined who supplied the Navy.
The great ship was all but deserted. As he climbed aboard, he could see no
sign of life aboard her save for sentries pacing the deck. James greeted him
with a smile and shook him by the hand.
"Come into my office for a glass of wine before we go below to the gun
deck," he said.
Over their wine, James explained the scope of the task at hand; the hinges
on all the gun ports were to be replaced, along with sundry other ironwork.
It was a sizeable order that would keep Will's men busy for some time.
At James's suggestion, they left their coats and waistcoats in the office -
it was hot and dirty below, James said, and they might as well be as
comfortable as possible. Formality was unnecessary; there was no-one save
the sentries to see them.
At the foot of the ladder, James gestured for Will to precede him. As he
left the bright area of daylight at the hatch behind, Will peered into the
semi-darkness and walked slowly forward, waiting for his eyes to adjust to
the gloom. Suddenly a darker shadow rose up out of the murk and resolved
itself into a man, who flashed a lantern in his eyes, blinding him again. He
stumbled backward into James with a curse. James caught him by the arms to
keep him from falling.
"Watch what you do, you damned fool," Will snapped at the intruder.
"Temper, temper," came the amused reply. "Is that any way to speak to an old
friend, young Will Turner?"
"Jack?" Will gasped. As he spoke he felt James's hands circle his wrists,
pinioning his arms behind him. "What on earth are you doing here?"
Jack laughed softly, and laid the backs of his fingers gently against Will's
cheek. "Oh, I think you can guess the answer to that for yourself, lad," he
said. "You've been avoiding me, haven't you? Well, if Mohammed won't come to
the mountain…" Jack leaned in and kissed him. "Come on then; we've prepared
a little surprise for you."
Before Will could even think of escape Jack and James were hurrying him
along the deck, to a point equidistant from the hatches, where the light was
faintest. As Jack hung his lantern from a hook, Will caught a glimpse of
shackles and he began to struggle.
"Oh no, you don't," he snarled, twisting in their grasp as they hauled him
over to the nearest cannon.
"Oh yes, we do," James chuckled.
They bent him, face down, over the gun and Will felt the cool bite of iron
as the manacles were locked about his wrists. In moments, his ankles were
shackled too; stretching him out with so little slack in the chains that
they didn't even rattle as he struggled. He gasped as his breeches were
undone and pulled down around his thighs and his shirt bunched up to his
shoulders, leaving him utterly exposed.
"This isn't funny!" he panted, furious.
He heard laughter behind him. "That depends on where you're standing," Jack
replied, stroking his arse and then pinching it. "From back here, it's very
Will snarled wordlessly and tugged again at the shackles. He heard a sentry
passing overhead and wondered what they'd do if he called out for help.
As if he could read minds, Jack clicked his tongue and came round the cannon
to crouch in front of Will, smiling in a way that made a chill run down
Will's spine. Jack was holding something in his hand, but in the dimness
Will could not make out what it was. Still smiling, Jack kissed him once
more and leaned back.
"It's a pity, isn't it James," said Jack, speaking past Will, "that we can't
make use of his pretty mouth." He ran his fingers gently along Will's lips.
"A great pity," James replied. Will shivered as James poured oil between his
buttocks. "But it's too much of a risk."
"True," Jack sighed. "You see, lad," he went on, resting the pad of his
thumb against Will's mouth, "in just a moment, you're going to find yourself
a bit, shall we say, distracted." Will heard James snickering. "And you
might forget to keep quiet. So…"
Before Will knew what he was about, Jack pressed down on his chin, forcing
his mouth open, and slipped a leather gag between his teeth, fastening it
securely. Will glared as Jack smirked and flicked his cheek with careless
affection before moving around behind him again.
Will moaned once more, clenching around the invading finger - James's, he
was sure - and tried to slow his breathing. The finger moved, twisting and
pushing further into him and he fought against the wave of pleasure; he'd be
damned if he'd let them see how he was enjoying this. He began to sweat.
Jack's hand - he knew it by the ring - was stroking his back, moving
steadily downward. They were standing on either side of him now, their
clothed legs pressing against his bare thighs, making him acutely aware of
his nakedness, his vulnerability. Slowly, Jack's hand slid down the curve of
his buttock, sliding teasingly into the crease until it encountered James's
hand, one finger still deep inside him. Will whimpered as Jack rubbed at the
ring of muscle and then slipped inside, stretching it further.
Both of them, Will thought, both of them inside him at once. His head
snapped back and he wailed, jaws working against the gag, as they began
fucking him in a wicked counterpoint - James pulling out as Jack pushed in
and then reversing the motion.
"Do you think he's ready, James?" Jack asked, after a while. Will nodded
frantically and he heard James chuckle.
"Yes, Jack, I do," James replied. "Look at him, he's panting for it."
"Is that right, lad?" Jack asked Will. "Do you want to get fucked?"
Will nodded again, jaws spasming as he tried to speak around the leather
that held them apart. Yes. Please. Another nod. Please fuck me.
The tormenting fingers withdrew and Will writhed, aching to be filled,
desperate to be touched, to be taken. His cock twitched and his breaths
shook to the beating of his heart; he felt his pulse pounding in his
fingers, his lips, his arse. Sweat ran into his eyes, stinging, and he shook
his head to clear his vision.
A pause. Will moaned and Jack said, "Patience, boy." Will wriggled, suddenly
aware of the cool iron of the cannon against his belly, trying without
success to bring his prick into contact with it.
And then Jack's hands were holding his hips, slipping on his sweat-slicked
skin, and Jack's yard - hot and hard and gorgeous - was pushing into him, oh
so slowly. Will arched his spine, whimpering, as Jack pulled out again and
pressed in further. He clenched - silently begging for more, harder, faster.
Jack stopped moving and waited. Will gasped and forced himself to relax.
"That's better," Jack said at last. He began thrusting once more - slow,
deep strokes that were driving Will mad. Not enough, not nearly enough. He
was moaning continuously now - unaware of what he did - and still Jack held
back, drawing out the agonizing pleasure. When - after an age - Jack
movements became faster, Will cried out, reaching for his own completion and
failing as Jack groaned and shuddered against his arse.
Will sobbed with frustration as Jack withdrew.
James kissed his shoulder. "Not until you beg for it, remember?" he murmured
wickedly, as Jack laughed and added,
"Oh, but you can't speak, can you, Will? Too bad."
Will snarled and tugged at the shackles. Jack and James laughed again.
Jack stepped away and James took his place and wasted no time in slamming
into him hard enough to make Will's eyes cross. Good, so good. Will keened,
and panted in time with James's vigorous thrusts, every one of them driving
him closer to the edge. Yes, he chanted, whimpering past the gag, yes yes
yesyesyes. So close… so close… just a few strokes more…. Suddenly,
James groaned and spent himself, pressing hard against Will and not moving
for long seconds.
Shocked, Will froze for a moment and then he sobbed again and yanked wildly
at his chains, bruising wrists and ankles in his frenzy. They couldn't leave
him like this! They couldn't, could they?
Then Jack was tight against him, next to James, and two hands - fingers
entwined - closed around his prick. Will screamed - back arched, eyes wide
and glazed with bliss - as his release tore through him, almost too strong
to bear, in endless moments of ecstasy.
As he fell back to earth, the shackles were unlocked, the gag was loosed,
and gentle hands eased him down to sit slumped against the hull. His whole
body tingled and throbbed and he was too weary to open his eyes. He felt
Jack and James sitting close on either side of him. He dozed.
Presently, he raised his head and stretched cautiously, pushing himself
upright. He ached all over, a sweet, languorous pain that made him smile and
groan at one time.
"Feeling better?" Jack asked.
"Mmm-hmm," Will nodded. "James?"
"Was the order for ironwork a real one," Will asked, "or just an excuse to
get me here?"
James smiled. "Oh it's real enough," he laughed. "Consider that" he waved a
lazy arm toward the cannon "as a bonus, of sorts."
"What is it, lad?"
"Did you know I wouldn't go to dinner at the inn last week?"
Jack chuckled. "Of course I did. That invitation was meant to lull your
suspicions. As a matter of fact…."
"Yes?" Will prompted.
"As a matter of fact," Jack went on, "James and I used a portion of the
evening to plan this little treat for you, so you'd have been very much
"I see," Will grinned. How very like Jack. "So we're square? The game ends
"Of course," Jack's eyebrows rose. "Don't you agree?"
With an effort, Will kept his face straight and his gaze steady as he looked
from Jack to James. "Oh yes," he said. "Agreed. It's over."
Watching them smile and nod, Will added to himself, "For now…"