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Broadway Afterglow	By : Rochelle Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Slash - Male/Male > Jack/Will Views: 7534 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Broadway Afterglow
I don�n Pin Pirates of the Caribbean. I am but a simple Slashgirl who likes to write gay sex more than I do sleeping with my husband. It�s tragic.

Author: Rochelle B

Summery: The Black Pearl is where people shed their lives and become Master or Pet. Will stumbles inside, looking for a phone, and finds he�s taken by it, and falling for its owner. But it isn�t that easy�

Rating: R to NC-17

Pairings: Jack/Will mainly. Maybe some AnaMaria/Liz.

X-over: You�ll see people from other movies because of the need for more characters. I know I�m using �Sinbad� (animated version) and �Van Helsing� at present. I didn�t want to use any OC�s, so you if you have any suggestions�

Warnings: Domination/Submission (in the form of 24-7, which gets its name for obvious reasons), BDSM, Solo, Toys, Oral, Anal, Voyeurism, Humiliation, and Non-con/Rape. And Will is a sort of minor, depending on where you live.

Note 1: Should have mentioned, the title comes from the name of two of my favorite CD�s �Dizzy Up the Girl� (Goo Goo Dolls) on which you�ll find the song �Broadway� and �Afterglow� (Sarah McLachlan).
Chapter Summery: Jack gets wind of Barbossa�s less than pure activities and goes to save Will�s cute virgin arse.
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Chapter Two

Lost in Anger

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Sparrow was up above, in his office, watching what was going on in his club with mild curiosity. The �Pearl� was wildly popular, considering it was on the edge of a very conservative town, in a conservative area of the country. His office was what had once been a DJ�s booth, when it had been a more �respectable� club.
Everything that went on in the main area was subject to his eye. In the front he trusted Gabriel to keep things in line, and in the back Ana ran a tight ship. One slip up and he�d probably face jail time, not to mention the club being closed down.
Thankfully the �Basement� wasn�t something ne one outside of the club knew about it. It wasn�t illegal, of course, but some people might not appreciate a public BDSM stage underneath the club, as if the sex in the front room and �private� rooms wasn�t bad enough.
The phone rang suddenly and he frowned, realizing it was the bar line. Something big had to going on for Carl, who was better known as �Friar� while he worked, to be calling him and not the bouncer or security. He picked it up.
�What�s going on mate?�
�B just dragged an unwilling newbie into the back He looks pissed off.�
Sparrow growled and hung up the phone. B was supposed to be his silent partner in the Black Pearl, his second in command as it were, but the man had a nasty habit of being less than silent and taking an interest in anyone who wasn�t claimed. More than one young Pet had left the club bruised and battered under the man�s hand, but none ever complained.
He imagined they were too afraid of not only B, but of someone in the �real� world finding out about their late night tendencies. Sparrow knew, logically, it was only a matter of time before his partner went to far and broke someone, but he couldn�t just get rid of him without cause beyond what he thought.
However Sparrow had strict rules regarding what went on and when someone said no, and meant no, that was it. He Knew that this wasn�t always the case, and that he didn�t� catch every forced session that went on, but if he could help it he wanted all of his patrons safe and unharmed when they went home.
Of course, this was to save him from a lawsuit and being shut down�not because he gave a damn about the people who wandered through his club.
He ran down the stairs, cursing under his breath. The crowd parted for him and he waked to the bar, trying to look normal. Carl, who was picking up his cell phone and a glass of water, pointed towards The Back and Sparrow nodded tersely.
�Get Angel.� He muttered, walking towards the mahogany double doors. He went slowly, so as not to attract any more attention than he usually did, and pushed the doors open.
The Back was all deep red walls and thick black carpet. There were three hallways, to the right, left, and back. Cherry-wood doors lined the hallway, leading to private rooms. Each carried an assortment of toys and tools, raging from handcuffs to belts to message oils. At the end of the hall back was a spiral staircase, which went to Sparrow�s penthouse above the club. To the left a stairwell lead down to the Basement. On the right was a door that led outside.
Ana Maria was sitting at her desk, which was right by the door, painting her nails a deep purple color. She kept track of who went where and for how long, so she knew when to call the staff to clean out and re-stock a room, as well as when to refuse patrons access. She arched a pierced eyebrow when Sparrow entered.
�What do you want Sparrow?�
The attitude didn�t bother him; he knew that Ana Maria, while one of his closest friends, would always be a bitch at heart. It was one of her greatest traits, and why she was one of the best female Masters the Black Pearl had ever seen.
�Did you see B go through?�
�Yeah, last door to the right. Had a cute looking piece of meat with him. All big-doe eyes, curly hair, and Catholic school boy-ish. He looked cioucious��
Sparrow rolled his eyes and headed down the hallway. He didn�t know how long it had taken Carl to call him, and perhaps he should have asked Ana when B had gone past her, but he was already headed down the hall. Outside was one of B�s goons. The idiot that was missing an eye; his actual name escaped the club owner at the moment.
He heard what sounded like a pained whimper, followed by a chucchuckle inside and, glaring at the �guard� and almost daring him to do something, pushed the door open. The goon didn�t do anything.
Sitting on the large round bed pushed against the far wall B had a boy, *the* boy Sparrow assumed Carl had seen B drag off, kneeling on the floor with his head between his legs. B�s hands were on either side of the boy�s head and controlling his movement, making him bob up and down. What may have once been pants lay on the floor in a shredded heap and a perfectly white, and Sparrow imagined virgin, ass was visible.
Another goon was standing just inside of the room, watching with a grin that was nothing short of lecherous. Probably the most action the guy would ever get, or see, as being a goon didn�t exactly make the pets scramble for your attention.
�What, pray tell, are you doing?�
His partner tore his eyes away from the head he had between his palms and glanced up at him, looking more petulant than anything else. �Sparrow. To what do I owe the pleasure? I�m sure you can see I�m busy.�
�With a unwilling boy.� Sparrow leaned against the doorframe and clucked disapprovingly. �You know the rules.�
�And what makes you think he�s unwilling?� The man got up none the less, pushing the teen back and fastening his pants as he did. Sparrow wished he�d been quicker, as he�d had no desire to see the man�s �goods�. �How about it boy, are you unwilling?�
He barked harshly and the teen, who was now looking at him, shrank away, winding his arms around himself and looking more afraid that Sparrow was comfortable with. Ana had described him well though.
His eyes were big and brown, innocent even, like a puppy, and looked to be brimming with tears. Yes, the trails on his face from crying were visible. His lips were full and swollen, slick with saliva and other fluids. The lower one was currently being worried between perfectly straight teeth. His hair was thick and chocolate brown, going to about his ears, and curling some.
His skin was pale, very pale, and now showed red whelps. His cheek and left eyes were also a very clear and angry red and Sparrow knew it would be purple by morning.
His boxers were also on the floor and he had a hand over his�naughty bits. He looked deathly afraid, as if he thought saying the wrong thing would bring his attacker back upon them.
He was really quite the�stirring picture, looking so�terrified and utterly debauched. Safe to say Sparrow�s pants were suddenly quite a bit tighter and a few ideas of what he could use the teen for filtered through his mind. True, Sparrow had never had a longtime Pet of his own, and had no plans for such, but that had never stopped him from partaking in the unattached Bottoms that frequented his club.
This boy however�wasn�t one of those �usual Bottoms�. His innocence and fear wasnakedaked or projected, an act for the sake of excitement and dominance, it was real. He wouldn�t leave at three in the morning, put on normal clothes and suddenly be different, never entertaining the prospect of letting a man or woman rule his life.
He was, and Sparrow could tell, the type who would place his trust and life in the hands of someone else�that was an intoxicating thought.
For reasons he�d never fully understand Jack spoke for the boy.
�I know he�s unwilling because he is mine. And you know I don�t like people trifling with what is mine.�
�He doesn�t bare any identifying marks.� But he was backing off, looking a little nervous. You simply never, ever, touched another Master�s Pet without their permission. It was one of the most basic rules and disobeying would have you cast out.
And not just from the Pearl, but from every club connected to them, and probably quite a few others.
�I didn�t think he�d need any. I figured the fact he�d say �no� to anyone who tried to pick him up would be enough.� Sparrow growled, enjoying the way B shivered. B may have been a force to be reckoned with, but he was Jack Sparrow, and that trumped anything the other man had.
�Sparrow you�� Angel was standing in the doorway but the words died on his lips. Sparrow glanced back at him, noting a spark of revulsion in the man�s eyes, followed by loathing, directed at B. �Sir.�
�Show my esteemed partner out. Be nice now, he won�t be coming back for quite some time and I want this to be memorable. Then stop by my apartment, if you don�t mind.�
�Yes sir.� He said, nodding stiffly. B glowered at the bouncer, but walked out without a word. The bouncer hesitated a moment. �Sparrow, I didn�t think anything would-�
�Later.� Sparrow said, trying to force anger he didn�t feel into his voice. He was a good person, but new to this type of scene. He was naïve and, though starting to realize things were a lot more dangerous inside than he originally thought, often misjudged people. He probably hadn�t really realized that this kid screamed �Tie me up, Spank me, and fuck me, now�, let alone that every Top in the club would be watching him, wanting him.
Angel had probably felt the pull himself, but dismissed it.
He�d showed up a few months back, looking for a job. What went on in the club hadn�t interested him at first, making him the perfect employee. He wouldn�t hassle the patrons or slack off on the job and let people in, who didn�t need to be inside, for the promise of getthis his cock sucked. Sparrow had thought it a great deal, hired the guy, and gave him the name Angel. His actual name was Gabriel, but everyone had a fake name when the club doors opened and the lights went on�or off as the case may be. (After all, some people were high profile types, or married with a gaggle of children at home, who�d stuck out for the night, and wouldn�t want anyone tracking them down. Ana Maria was known as �Captain� and he simply as Sparrow.)
He would make a nice Master, as he had the air of control dominance about him, and had shaped up the security staff immensely in that past few months. (Then again, considering his staff, it wasn�t that *huge* a feat. They could only get better.) But he never seemed interested in any of the males or females who crossed his path.
As of late, however, Sparrow had noticed the long lingering looks his bouncer graced the bartender with, though he had yet to make a move. (Sparrow had considered locking them into one of the rooms and letting them fuck until they both went comatose, but he did need Carl working every night�) And Carl wouldn�t do it, as it wasn�t his place to make the first move. �but that was a problem for another time.
At the moment he had a barely legal looking kid crying in one of his rooms. (Well, okay, he wasn�t crying anymore, but he looked thoroughly traumatized. The therapy bills were going to be a bitch�) Why Angel had let him in was, quite frankly, beyond Sparrow�s compression. The only way someone under twenty-one got into this club was if they were on one end of the leash with someone over twenty-one at the other end. Angel knew that.
�Hey, kid-� He reached out on instinct, but the teen curled even further in on himself, clearly not looking to be touched. Sparrow let out a breath through his nose then looked that the teen sternly. �I need you to get up whelp, so I can get you cleaned up and wherever it is you need to be.�
Brown eyes looked at him wearily. �You�he��
�I�m not going to hurt you, and he�s long gone.� He tried to keep his tone forceful, but soothing. �Now, come with me.� The teen watched him for a moment then looked down, cheeks turning pink.
��My clothes.�
Sparrow looked around. Right, shredded. �I�m sure I�ve got something around here.�
�But�someone�ll see.� He was red now and for a moment Sparrow was confused. Then he sighed, realizing he�d saved a modest one.
�No one will see you except for me.�
Another pause then a shaky nod. The teen started to push himself up, only to groan, clutch his head, and sit back down heavily. Sparrow arched an eyebrow. What the hell was going on now? The teen stared at him through his fingers; gaze unfocused suddenly, and a little blurry. If Sparrow hadn�t known better he�d have thought he was smashed, but he sincerely doubted Carl would have given him anything hard to drink.
He reached out again and, though the teen moaned and looked a little worried, he didn�t put up much protest. At a loss for what else he could do, Sparrow hauled the teen up, finding him surprisingly light, and headed out of his room. Ana arched an eyebrow at him, gesturing to the teen, but he just shook his head, indicating they�d talk later.
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It was later and Sparrow had finally realized the kid was indeed smashed, but not of his own doing. The teen had started throwing up, after passing out for fifteen minutes, but during a lull in his heaves insisted he�d only drunken water.
Sparrow was willing to guess that B, who dabbled in the drug trade, (though Sparrow pretended not to know anything about it) had slipped the kid something before dragging him off. Which, really, wasn�t even an off the wall concept. The man was a prick after all, drugging and raping teenagers probably didn�t seem like a huge deal to him.
�Sparrow?� A light rap on the bathroom door. He got up, leaving the teen and pushed the door open. Angel, Friar, Captain, Prince, and Thief, the most trusted members of his staff, were all standing in his living room. Friar had been the one to knock.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. Three AM. They normally stayed open until five, but he wouldn�t question it.
�Carl, stay with the kid. When he�s done, put him in the shower.�
The blond nodded and slid past him into the bathroom, pushing the door shut once he was inside. Sparrow turned and observed his staff, and friends, calmly. Finally:
�We�re closed up?�
�Yeah. Only people left are in the Basement.� Gabriel said, looking at his hands. He was sitting on the couch and the guilt seemed to waft off of him.
Sparrow nodded then walked towards his liquor cabinet. �Why did you let that kid in?�
�I don�t know.� Gabriel sighed. �He said he needed a phone and I know Carl keeps a cell at the bar. I figured he could get in, use it, and then wait outside. I didn�t think anyone would grab him.�
Sparrow poured himself a shot of spiced rum. �Well�don�t trouble yourself with it. B won�t be back for a time and we�ll have this little problem swept under the rug the minute he stops throwing up whatever my esteemed partner put into his water. You two-� He pointed at the other two men in the room. �Try to spend more time watching out for drugs and less time all overh oth other, savvy?�
Proteus had the grace to blush. A rich boy from the right side of town, his name �Prince� suited him well. He�d run away from home when he was 18, to be with his lover and Master, Sinbad or Thief, and had been at the Pearl ever since. Four years if Sparrow remembered correctly. Sinbad however just smiled and twisted the end of Proteus� leash around his hand.
�Ana, darling-�
�Don�t you try and sweet talk me Jack Sparrow, I know when I�ve screwed up.� She ran her fingers through her close-cropped hair. �I�ll watch who is being lead around closer.�
The bathroom door opened a crack. �Um, Jack, I think, maybe, you should see this, because�it�s uh...�
�Am I going to regret this?� He asked, downing the rest of his drink. The liquid caused a familiar and welcome burn on its way down. He set the glass down and walked back into the bathroom. He stopped, feeling surprise bubble up within.
He hadn�t noticed before, and how he had missed it was something he wasn�t sure of, but now that the teen was sitting in his tub, shivering almost violently, he saw it very well. Marks, scars, fading bruises and new bruises, marred his skin. He chest had them sparingly, but his back was covered.
He frowned. This just kept getting better and better.
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