Power of the Sparrow

Power of the Sparrow, by Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Pirates of the Caribbean – NC-17

Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.

Typing convention. / is used for thoughts.

Archive: adult-fanfiction.org. Other than that, no problem, just tell me the URL.

Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink and her magnificent Jackal! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble BetaGoddess!

Summary: Will gives Jack a birthday present. Unfortunately, it’s cursed. J/W, O/J. Tort, N/C, SMBD, Slash, angst, lemon.

A/N: Let me know how you like it.

Driretlan: Not to worry. Incest is something I would never EVER write on (unless it were an essay against the idea…). Now, a little warning for you dear driretlan…I promise it’s not incest. But some people might look at it that way. But please note that at no time do the Turners touch each other, nor does Will witness his father undressed. Other than that, all bets are off.
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Chapter 3 – The Love of a Pirate

Will leaned over Jack and lightly kissed the bruise on Jack’s temple. Jack was still curled around his stomach. William moved Jack’s head onto his lap, stroking his hair, playing with all of the trinkets. He waited patiently while Jack regained his composure. He knew if Jack had been with anyone else, he wouldn’t be curled around his pain but just proving to everyone that he truly was Captain Jack Sparrow—the king of charlatans, Impervious to pain, and the envy of all who would listen to his silver tongue. But alone with Will, Jack could relax and be vulnerable. Will was proud that he had gained that much trust from his Captain and lover.

Jack finally relaxed, unwrapping himself from his curled position, and Will pulled him up into his arms. “I love you, Jack.” He removed Jack’s shirt in a mere moment, and started untying his breeches. Jack looked around furtively, then moved in and removed Will’s shirt, letting it drop onto his own shirt on the floor.

Will laid Jack back on the bed. “Jack, it’s your birthday, so YOU lie back and enjoy it.” He bent down and nibbled at Jack’s belly button, gently running a fingernail along the crown of Jack’s semi-hard manhood, making him sigh, his member growing harder with every nibble or touch. Will worshipped Jack’s entire body, reducing the older man to a jangle of nerve endings, though any time Jack got close to release Will would stop, causing the pirate to mewl and beg.

Will lifted one of Jack’s legs, lubed a finger with a little vial of oil, and sent it gently into Jack’s channel, making sure to rub the digit against that “special place” that turned Jack into a quivering pile of jelly, but still Will refused to let Jack cum.

He pulled his finger out of Jack’s heat as Jack closed his eyes in frustrated bliss. Before Jack could open his eyes again, Will quickly positioned himself and plunged his manhood deep into Jack at just the angle needed to rub against his magic button. Jack came hard, his eyes opening wide and instantly screwing shut, bending up to grab Will as hard as he could, biting into his shoulder in his throes of passion.

Will grinned. He’d just gotten started.

Jack lay back, exhausted and satisfied, then noticed that Will was still going strong. He felt Will plunging into his entrance, and felt himself starting to react to it. “Will…are you trying to kill an old man?” he gasped.

“Why not? Your legend would never die. I can hear it now: Captain Jack Sparrow, Master of the Black Pearl, killed by his first mate in the heat of passion. Can you imagine it, Jack?”

“All too easily, whelp.” He suddenly grabbed Will and flipped him over, landing on top of him, Will’s member falling out of him. “But not today. Lad, a man of my age has limitations! Four times this morning…” Will grinned, trying to catch Jack in a kiss. “…three times before I let ye go on your shopping trip…” He grabbed Will’s arms and held them above his head with one hand, stroking Will’s weeping member with the other. “…and now this! Lad, I’m grateful to have such a young, handsome and altogether VIRILE man for me lover, but clearly I need a LITTLE rest at my age! Please can we sleep and pick this up in the morning?” He let go of Will’s hands and started sucking masterfully on Will’s organ, his hands being used as an extension of his mouth.

Will started to object, but felt himself peak, his manhood gracing Jack’s mouth and throat with his seed.

Jack continued to swallow and suckle Will’s member until Will calmed down completely. Then he crawled up Will’s body, took him in a tender embrace, and said, “Lad, you’re too good to an old pirate. What could I ever have done to deserve you?” He heard Will’s gentle snoring and cuddled in to join him.

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“Happy Birthday, Jack!”

Jack mumbled something, trying to bat away a fly or something.

“I said, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ye mangy old pirate!”

Jack opened one eye, looking over Will. Bill Turner stood next to the bed watching him. “Bill…it’s me birthday. Can’t ye just let me die of your son’s affections?” he whispered, trying not to wake Will up.

Bill’s eyes hardened for only a moment, then glittered. “I seem to recall that your birthday was in February when we celebrated it. So ye moved it to June now? Why?”

“Because Will asked and I’d forgotten. Bill, it’s been over 10 years since I even HAD a birthday! How was I supposed to remember a date I hadn’t used for that long?” Jack carefully crawled out of bed and padded barefoot to the table, dragging a chair to the other end of the room.

Bill grinned. “So the great Captain Jack Sparrow is getting too old to remember his own stories. You still look as young as you ever did…and just as delicious.” He walked over to Jack. “It’s been too long, Jack. Way too long.” He put a hand on Jack’s bare shoulder. Jack reached up to remove it, and Bill grabbed his wrist and pulled it behind his back, then quickly grabbed his other wrist and did likewise, crossing his arms at the wrists so that he could hold Jack’s arms in one hand.

Jack struggled to no avail as Bill produced a rope and tied his arms in that position.. Jack noticed his body’s reaction to this rough treatment as his manhood quickly jumped to life. Bill apparently noticed too, and smiled. “So ye DID miss me! I noticed my boy is much gentler with ye. You should tell him how much you like it THIS way.” He whipped Jack around and slammed him face first onto the table, banging his head hard enough to see stars. While Jack tried to pull his thoughts back together, Bill produced some more rope, spread Jack’s legs as wide as they would go and tied them to the table legs, effectively positioning Jack’s rear entrance as a perfect target; his now completely hard manhood waving in the air below the table.

Jack struggled again, concentrating on his wrists to no avail. Bill had always been a great knot maker, and death hadn’t lessened his ability. “I love Will the way he is, Bill. He’s something neither of us ever were. He’s fierce with blade or pistol; able to best anyone who goes against him, yet he’s innocent, and I don’t ever want him to lose that. I treasure it. In fact, I can honestly say he’s MY treasure. I’d sooner die than lose him, Bill.”

Bill laughed. “You? Telling the whole truth? You ARE getting old, Jack.” He walked around the table and removed his clothes, freeing his manhood. It was just as huge as Jack remembered it, and it bobbed threateningly in the air between them as if it had a life of its own. Jack was fascinated by it.

A sudden movement caught Jack’s attention. He lifted his head to look up at Bill, who had produced a whip. Jack turned his head slightly and banged it onto the table as hard as he could, yet his manhood still reacted. It hardened completely and began to throb. Bill swung the whip and cracked it down hard on Jack’s lower back and arse. “So can Will give you this?” The whip had two effects on Jack: It left a nice, red welt, and his member twitched, wanting release. Neither Jack nor Bill could tell which effect made Jack moan. The whip cracked again and again, leaving ugly welts crisscrossed across Jack’s lower back and making him moan louder, his member dripping.

Bill dropped the whip on the table and proceeded to climb onto the table onto his knees. He lifted Jack by the shoulders and positioned him over his huge organ. Jack took one look at it and brought his mouth down around it hungrily, barely fitting it between his lips. Bill moaned, and held Jack in that position, allowing the pirate captain to take his own sweet time as he moved his mouth along its giant length. Bill moaned, almost dropping Jack. “Jack, it’s been too long…WAY too long.” He picked up the whip in one hand, laying Jack’s shoulders along one thigh and guiding his head with his other hand. The whip cracked across Jack’s back over and over again. Jack arched his back and brought his head down again, engulfing the monstrous organ in his mouth again, bearing down and swallowing it as his own manhood exploded in ecstasy, spilling his seed onto the floor beneath the table without having been touched.

Will felt rather chilled; his “Jack-Blanket” had disappeared and hadn’t returned. He opened his eyes and saw the oddest sight he’d ever seen in his life. There was Jack, his arms tied across his back, his legs spread wide and tied to the table, his lower back and bum crisscrossed with welts and more appearing as if by magic, his upper torso held up in mid air, his mouth wide open and obviously trying to swallow something far too big for him, and his member spilling all over the floor. He could feel himself instantly harden at the sight. He kept quiet and watched quietly as the scene before him progressed.

Bill finished cumming in Jack’s throat and pulled out before Jack could turn blue. Jack gasped for breath. “God, Bill, I’ve missed you!”

Bill climbed back onto the floor, lowering Jack’s shoulders and head to the table again and walked to his clothes and produced a small bottle of oil. He walked back, oiling all of the fingers of one hand and his manhood. He poured some oil into the crack of Jack’s backside and massaged it into his hot entrance.

Will watched, hypnotized at the way that Jack’s rosebud opening expanded. His own manhood started to twitch, wanting to be stroked. He absently fondled himself as he watched.

Bill sent a finger into Jack, making him sigh, then added a second finger, massaging all around, expanding the opening as he brushed across Jack’s sweet spot and making Jack gasp and beg for more. Bill obliged, sending his third finger in, stretching him wide open. Jack moaned. “Please Bill…please…put it in me…”

Bill grinned. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” He pulled his fingers out and positioned himself at the opening. He grabbed a handful of Jack’s long tresses and pulled as he pressed his member into Jack. He pushed in fast and furiously, rubbing violently against Jack’s sweet spot on every thrust. He pulled harder on Jack’s hair, making him arch backward almost to Bill’s chest. He leaned down and around and kissed Jack hard, sending his tongue into Jack’s open mouth.

Jack moaned loudly into Bill’s mouth. His manhood hard and dripping, Jack kissed Bill back hungrily. He could feel himself starting to peak again.

Bill noticed Jack’s breathing getting erratic and let go of his hair, making him fall back to the table and hit his head again. He picked up the whip and wrapped it around Jack’s neck and pulled, as he embedded himself into Jack’s heat.

Jack’s back arched again, but Will noticed that part of his neck looked pinched, and Jack was starting to turn red. Quite suddenly, he saw Jack cum hard, and his head fell to the table again, this time unconscious. He saw Jack’s wide open entrance moving as if something huge was moving in and out of it, then saw it stop, then close suddenly. He bit his wrist as he spilled into his own hand and sheets.

Bill came hard, then pulled out of Jack. He untied Jack’s legs and hands, then carried him over to the bed, laying him back over Will in much the same position he’d been in when he arrived. He dressed quickly, pulled a parchment out of his pocket and put it on the table, then walked through the door.

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TBC

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