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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
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Broadway Afterglow
I don�t own 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 mostly. Others will be hammered out eventually.

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 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, Drugs, and Non-con/Rape. And Will is a sort of minor, depending on where you live.
Note 1: Threesome action here. F/M/M, to be exact. Doesn�t involve Will or Jack, but it�s very much incestuous. If that bugs you�well, you can wait however long it takes me for the next chapter.

Scary thought, ne?
Chapter Summery: Will wakes up, but finds the �Black Pearl� more than he�s used to.
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Chapter Three

The Mystery of your Rhythm

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Will woke up, blinking up at the ceiling. He realized, with a frown, that he was not lying in his bed. In fact, he wasn�t even in his room. He blanched and sat up, only to have his stomach lurch and his head scream in protest of his moving so fast. He moaned, clutching his head, and curled up.
He felt like he had the time he and Elizabeth had stuck into her father�s liquor and gotten totally plastered, only to suffer from hangovers the next day. �Only, this was a little worse. His tongue felt heavy and dry, as did his throat. He managed to sit upright and stumble from the bed. He wobbled on his feet as the dim room spun around him, and pain throbbed behind his eyes, but didn�t fall. He shuffled towards a door and opened it, grateful to find himself in a bathroom.
He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he was going to throw up, but found the churning his stomach was already calming down some. He relieved himself, and looked around. Wherever he was, it was a fancy sort of place. The tub was one of those huge jacuzzi types and, beyond that, there was a small area sectioned off by a frosted-glass door for a shower. All the fixtures looked like silver, and gleamed in the light from the overhead light. The colors were green and black, from the floor tiles to the paint on the floor.
He sighed, turning on the water to wash his hands, when it finally sunk in that he was very much nude. He blinked, feeling his cheeks pinken. He was in some strange hotel-looking bathroom, nude, and couldn�t recall how he got here.
Elizabeth was going to love this.
He walked back in to the bedroom, feeling much better already. He flipped on a light, cringing at the brightness, then looked around. The room itself seemed simple enough. A large four-poster bed, a bedside table, a dresser, and a closet. But it didn�t feel like a hotel room, for whatever reason, and he summarized he was in someone�s house.
But still naked.
Hoping whoever it was wouldn�t mind, he walked over to the closet and opened the door. He blinked, and then bit his lower lip. There was a lot of black leather�in fact, that was almost all there was. He searched through, worrying his lip as he did, until he managed to find a lone pair of blue jeans and a white long sleeved button down shirt.
He hesitated a moment, noticing he didn�t have anything to put under the jeans then sighed and pulled them on none the less. It wasn�t like he had a whole lot of choice in the matter. He started buttoning up the shirt as he walked back into the bathroom. He�d seen a second door and figured it lead�somewhere else at least.
He was right, for he emerged in what looked like a living room. He didn�t take the time to really look around and instead headed for what looked like a heavy copper door. It was cool to the couch, and also a lot lighter than he�d thought it would be.
Perhaps it was hollow inside.
He walked down the staircase and found himself in a hallway. The carpet was thick and warm beneath his bare feet, and the hall was lined with doorways. He felt heat rush to his cheeks at the sounds coming from behind the doors.
Perhaps he was in a very nice motel�
He walked down the hallway, still trying to control his blushing. He could hear moans, groans, and even screams from behind the doors as he went past, and something inside of his stirred to hear such things. He wasn�t�used to it, to say the least.
In his school, Royal High, kids got suspended for so much as kissing in the hallways, and talk of sex was strictly forbidden�so to actually hear people�doing things�was quite the change for him. One that, and he�d surely only admit this to himself, made him kind of excited.
It was a bit of a guilty sort of pleasure though�he knew he shouldn�t be aroused by such�immorality and debauchery, but he found chills running up his spine nonetheless. He came to a halt when he reached the end of the hall. It branched into three directions. One lead to a door with an exit sign above it.
He considered that option briefly then dismissed it. He couldn�t just run off without his own clothes and shoes, while wearing someone else�s. That was very�impolite. Plus he was kind of curious as to the events of last night�
It seemed kind of unfair that what could very well have been his �first� was something he couldn�t even begin to recall. The last thing he remembered clearly was walking out of school with Lizzie�
And now he was in some strange�place, where people were doing things he shouldn�t be listening to�
He went to the double doors at the end of the hallway. There was a desk sitting by it, but no one was there. He pushed on the door experimentally and then, when it didn�t move, he pushed harder. It refused to budge and he concluded that it was very much locked.
That left the other hallway. He walked that way, realizing quickly that the hallway gave way to a staircase that went down. He looked around, biting his lip nervously, then started down the staircase. It was a metal spiral staircase and, after a few moments of darkness, he found himself in a wide open�well, he wasn�t sure what to call it.
It was big, probably ran the full length of the club. (Will didn�t know it, but the Black Pearl was two warehouses and the �downstairs� had been made by getting rid of some of the concrete between the cellars and making a tunnel.)
There were stages set up along the walls. A black curtain hid all except one. The one that wasn�t hidden, however, drew his attention, as well as that of everyone in the basement. About two dozen people were standing around the stage, watching.
So Wil watched too, feeling himself blush.
In the center of the stage a man with black hair and pale skin was bound. His hands were held together by what looked like a leather strap, which connected to the stage with a metal chain. He was totally nude and Wil could see his muscles rippling under his pale skin. He was thin, but by no means weak. He was on his knees and his legs were pulled apart, each ankle connected to a cuff, which was connected to chain were bound to opposite sides of the stage.
His position didn�t leave anything to the imagination, hence Will�s frantic blushing.
A woman paced in front of him, watching her �captive� with careful dark eyes. Her hair was long, black and thick, stopping at about mid-black. She was wearing a black corset laced up the back with red ties and black leather pants that hung low on her hips. Sitting nearby in a plush looking burgundy chair was a man who resembled the woman; only his features were slightly more chiseled. He was leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees and his face was propped up on his hands.
�Vlad.� The woman said finally as she crouched in front of the man. She reached out and caressed his face in an almost gentle manner. �Do you know what you�ve done?�
�Yes mistress.� She nodded, standing up.
�What?�
�I dared to proposition my master without you present.� The man. The man in the chair tilted his head off to the side almost in a gesture of curiosity.
�Why?� The woman said resuming her pacing once again. �What did you want from him Vlad that couldn�t possibly wait for my presence?�
The man was silent for a moment, as if he was weighting the options. He must have taken too long because the woman brought something (It looked like a riding crop actually) down on his back with a smack. Will couldn�t hold back a sympathetic wince.
�Answer me!�
The man, Vlad, gasped and arched his back, before whispering something. The crop came down again and Will�s stomach churned at the sight of the raised red welts it left.
�Louder Vlad. I want everyone to hear you.� She crouched in front of him and, with her free hand, yanked his head back to expose the pale column of his neck. �What did you want from him that couldn�t wait for my presence?�
�I wanted- needed.�
�Needed what?�
A flush rose to the man�s cheeks. �To be fucked.�
Her head tilted to the side and a smile curved her lips. �You needed to be fucked. You needed release so desperately that you defied one of our rules?�
�Yes Mistress.�
�I see.� She stood and, with a slight smirk, waked over to the man in the chair. Her lips swayed sudectivly and Will, who�d never been particularly attracted to a woman before, felt his mouth go dry. She stopped before the man and, with a wink at her captive, pushed her pants even lower.
Part of Will wanted to shield his eyes because he really shouldn�t be seeing something like this. It was immoral and indecent and just sick and wrong and�
He couldn�t tear his eyes away.
She wound her fingers into the man�s hair and pushed him down some. Her back was to him so he couldn�t see exactly what was going on, but he had a fertile imagination and was willing to take a guess. Long fingers gripped the woman�s hips and seemed to be pulling her in.
Her skin began to pinken and a flash of pink darted between her lips, wetting them. A low breathy moan escaped her lips and her hips jerked forward as she pushed the man�s head down a little more. One of the hands on her hips moved down, fingers sliding between the cheeks of her butt. She moved her legs apart and Will couldn�t help but see two long fingers sliding inside of her.
�They put on a beautiful show don�t they?� Someone leaned against the rail of the steps. Will was so startled, and ashamed of being caught, that he jerked back and lost his footing. He probably would have tumbled down the steps and broken his neck if a hand hadn�t grabbed him by the arm and held up him steady. The hand was small, not much bigger than his own were, but worn with calluses and much stronger than he would have guessed.
He let out a shaky gasp, throat suddenly very much blocked by his heart. He was pulled back onto his step and the hand patted him on the back. He took a breath then looked at the person the hand belonged to and found it was the bartender from last night.
The man smiled and, almost teasingly, let his eyes flicker over to the scene on the stage. In the short time that Will had been looking elsewhere things had progressed and now the woman was stretched out on the stage, legs splayed open in a gesture of shamelessness. Will could see that her�area was shaven, save a few black curls, and that there was an odd symbol tattooed on her inner thigh.
Her companion was straddling her, reaching beneath her and undoing the strings of her corset. He pulled it off of her and tossed it aside. One hand cupped a breast while the other slide down her abdomen. She moaned and arched into his touch, eyes sliding shut.
They were laid out in front of Vlad, just out of arm�s reach.
�Those are the Gypsies, Princess and Wolf. The other man is their pet, Vlad.�
�Pet?� Will echoed. The man�s lips quirked in a way that made Wil feel very childish and out of place. IT was almost like he was being silently mocked and laughed and, if it was even humanly possible at that point, his blush deepened.
�They�keep him. Like a real pet, only better. Tell him what to do, when to do it, how to do it, where to do it, and who to do it too. And if he breaks a rule he�s punished, but it�s not�bad. It�s�you can tell they care about him, I guess.� He tilted his head to the side some and his eyes seemed almost wistful. �A lot of bottoms around here would kill for Masters like Princess and Wolf.�
Masters? Bottoms? Punished?
The words did flips in Will�s head. Common words really, yet just out of his grasp of understanding, at least in this setting. The man chuckled and put a hand on his shoulder.
�Don�t worry, I�ve been given the task of explaining things to you. Upstairs. Sparrow will throw one of his infamous hissy-fits if he finds out your down here.� Another smile. �It�s not exactly newbie friendly I�m afraid.�
A sharp gasp made Will turn again. Wolf had a hand between Princess legs and was moving it back and forth, his fingers sliding within her while his other hand played with her nipples. She was trashing and making small noises almost like she was choking. Vlad was watching with wide eyes and his erection was plain to anyone who looked.
He almost looked like he was in pain.
Suddenly Will�s arousal waned as an image of a penis, large and wet, appeared in his mind. He could almost feel the organ moving into his mouth, past his lips and back into his throat. He wanted to gag.
�Okay.�
The man turned and began to lead the way back up the dimly lit staircase. �I�m Carl by the way, but if you�re still here when we open up you�ll have to call me Friar. It�s my alias.� He laughed as he said the last word.
�Friar?� It seemed out of place in such a�non-church like place. He nodded.
�I grew up in an orphanage. The church next door was in charge of everything and, for a while, I thought I�d train to be in the �service of God�.� He shrugged. �I discovered it didn�t suit me well.�
�And this does?�
Carl turned and looked at him, eyes suddenly very smoky and almost�scary. �Yes. Things like this always have a way of finding the ones you�d least expect.�
Will swallowed.
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