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Regret	By : BaronNomaw Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3962 -:- 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.

Chapter List
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Warning: the first bit is all right, the second bit is a teensy bit violent.
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After that first time, occasionally Jack would ask Hector to touch him and even more occasionally Hector would oblige. For a while, everything was fine.
Then one night, Jack went and just asked for a rub instead of waiting til after Hector had fucked him to tears first. He got the words out with confidence and then waited. And waited.
"Jack, have I said anything about wantin to see you tonight?" Hector asked at last.
"No, but…"
"I don’t take kindly to havin me hand forced." He stood up suddenly, took hold of Jack, and threw him down over a crate. "But now that you mention it… if you’re that desperate… I spose after all we could have a go." Jack hurriedly produced a little bottle and Hector snatched it from him. He smeared on just enough to make penetration possible, then got a good grip on Jack’s hips and surged forward with all his strength.
Jack squealed and started to stand up. Hector stood with him, held him around the waist, and took a step backwards. He sat down hard on another box, pulling Jack, still impaled, down on top of him.
Now Jack was really in agony. His ass burned from being torn into without warning and his guts cramped up terribly around the too deep, too sudden invasion. He had no idea what to do with his hands – one clutched at his stomach while the other scrabbled around frantically for something to grab onto. All the while he was gasping "Nonono, Hector, cmon no not- ow-"
Hector waited til he had quieted down before saying cheerfully, "Feels great when you thrash around like that, Jack. I should surprise you more often."
The shock wore off after a bit, but even then the pain didn’t become any more manageable. Terrified of what would happen when Hector started to move, Jack tried to put together something coherent. "I’m serious, mate – I can’t take it like this."
"Is that so? Looks to me like you’re takin it just fine. Shush." Hector had no intention of moving. Instead, he reached around and in a few short moments coaxed Jack to hardness despite the ache.
"Oh dear," Jack moaned when he realized what the plan was. Not that he doubted Hector’s ability to pull him off even with that huge hard shaft jammed into his vitals, but every time his hips twitched it meant a sharp spike of pain… and as Hector worked on him, his hips twitched an awful lot.
"Make it a little easier, lad," Hector advised, scooping up Jack’s foot and bracing it on a crate. "Some of the weight off… better?"
In fact it was much better. In fact it grew better than ever. Jack started to enjoy himself – noisily. Eventually Hector urged him to his feet and bent him forwards. They were both more comfortable this way and Jack started panting that he was almost there. Hector knew exactly what to do with him and in another second Jack was there. At that moment he pulled out, and Jack really hit the roof.
He was twitching and gasping long afterwards. "God," he said when he could finally manage coherent speech, "Hector, mate, you have got to try that sometime."
"What’ve I told you, Jack? When you take my ship and drag me off in irons. And not a moment before."
"I’m telling you you’re crazy." Jack straightened up all the way and cracked his back, wincing a little. "My goodness. That is not to be missed."
As he bent to pull up his pants, though, Hector stopped him. "Just because you’ve had yours doesn’t mean I’m through with you." Jack groaned as he was guided down to the floor on his hands and knees. "Aye, I could see how it might ache a little," Hector allowed. "I’ll be quick. Brace up, lad. Here goes."
Jack bowed his head. "Please ow ow-"
"I haven’t even touched you yet."
"I know – I’m practicing." But when Hector finally pushed back inside, they found all the practicing was for nothing; it hardly hurt at all. "Oh. Heh – it’s fine."
It turned out Jack had spoken a little too soon. It wasn’t so uncomfortably tight now that he was already stretched open, but to compensate for that Hector started to go much harder and faster than usual. This began all right, soon became unpleasant, and eventually began to feel like sandpaper against his insides. As a thank-you for the magnificent treatment he’d had before he’d resolved not to whine tonight, but eventually it was too much and he burst out all of a sudden with: "It hurts!" As usual Hector held him still and paid him no mind, but he tried once more anyhow. "Really, oh ow stoppit-"
Before Hector could even tell him to shut up, someone jumped down the ladder and landed beside them with a crash.
"What in God’s holy name is going on here?!"
It was the captain himself, a tall dark and brooding sort of man who tolerated very little nonsense from the hands and had everyone read Scripture together on Sundays. He had always been quite clear on what would happen to people caught committing unnatural acts on board his ship.
Jack cried out as Hector yanked free too quickly. He was hurting, mortified at being caught, and still a little lightheaded from the overpowering orgasm of a few minutes ago. He sat back on his heels, spread his hands, and snapped before thinking: "What do you think is going on, eh? Take a bit, it’ll come to you."
The captain’s face darkened from shock to anger, and from behind Jack heard a hiss: "Watch your mouth."
But it wasn’t Jack that the captain was losing his temper with. "You," he breathed, hoarse with rage. "How dare you? How-...!" His voice rose almost to a shout. "Interfering with a child is a vile and cowardly thing to do! I’ll have you flogged within an inch of your life for this!"
Hector didn’t miss a beat. "And what if the lad says it weren’t interference," he asked smoothly. "What if he’ll swear it were a mutually agreed-upon way to spend the evenin?"
"If that were so then both deviants would have the lesson carved into their backs... but I doubt-"
"Well then in that case it was interference." Hector turned to Jack and shot a meaningful look at the imperfectly-cleaned mess on Jack’s front. Jack acknowledged the warning with a tiny nod, and surreptitiously wiped off while he dressed himself.
"See the surgeon at once, boy," the captain ordered, then turned on Hector looking like he might attack him. "And you, come up on deck. There’s still a little light left, and by God your wickedness won’t go unpunished for another moment."
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Jack was taken to the galley and made to lie facedown on the table naked while the surgeon heated up some water. (He reminded himself never to eat off this table again.) He felt himself being wiped at, prodded, examined, and he shied away. "Relax, son," the surgeon soothed. "Time will put this right on its own, no stitches required. Once you’re cleaned up you can go up and watch if you like. Might help you feel better."
Jack shuddered at his touch. He felt dirty, exposed, humiliated… all the things, in fact, that he had not been recently feeling at Hector’s hands even though he knew he ought to.
"Please," he croaked. "Let me go now." He wasn’t sure why he wanted to go up on deck – whether it was to watch his tormentor get what was coming to him, whether he meant to try and intercede somehow, or whether he just needed to escape this infernal physician and all his infernal care. Staying here certainly wasn’t helping him any.
The surgeon at last relented. He let Jack dress and accompanied him upstairs. Good thing, too – halfway up the ladder, when his head cleared the hatch and he got a look at what was happening, Jack flinched and nearly fell down again.
They had not just stripped Hector to the waist, they had him completely naked and standing on a crate so as to better access his lower body. He had so far been brutalized from neck to knees. He was already covered in purple welts from the cat’s four knotted tails, and as Jack watched another blow land and heard the gasp it produced, he knew at once that this pound of flesh was not going to make him feel any better.
He saw the marks appear as hard white knots and then before they had even darkened, the lash fell again. A little below the knee this time, making him jerk and whimper, and then right away on his lower back.
Jack edged around the assembled sailors so that he could see more clearly. Not that he hadn’t already seen too much – the blood rushing to each new welt, swelling it up thick and dark, was making his stomach flip – but he somehow couldn’t help himself. He was front and center when the beating finally surpassed Hector’s ability to suffer in silence, and the strangled cries that came with each lash grated so horrifically on his nerves that he thought he might have to leave the deck. Somehow he couldn’t.
Jack stuck it out, until eventually the captain called for a stop and ordered Hector to step down.
Jack let out a deep breath – it was over. And about time, too. He usually teased Hector for how pale his ass was compared to his tanned shoulders, but now it had all been disfigured so badly that Jack couldn’t see any difference underneath the marks. He wondered how he would be spending his next few nights – would Hector just keep away from him entirely? Would he feel that now that he’d paid so dearly for his pleasures he was damn well going to get his money’s worth? Or (and Jack couldn’t even begin to explain the odd little hitch in his chest at this thought) would he want Jack to help him with some ointment or salve until he felt better?
His daydreaming was cut short by another CRACK and a shout and the horrifying realization that the beating wasn’t over. Hector was standing flat on the deck now, arms held outstretched, and they were going for his back again. There was no more fresh skin; every stroke landed on top of other wounds, and every one produced a jerk and a desperate yelping sound. Jack found it to be grotesquely reminiscent of the very activity for which he was being punished.
Finally when he twisted and let out a full-fledged scream, Jack couldn’t keep still any longer. "Scuse me, sir." He spoke up with confidence and all heads turned. "May I have a go, sir? Just one… please?"
Hector’s head jerked up and rasped, "Vengeful little worm" with such venom that Jack retreated half a step.
They handed Jack the whip and he looked the target over. He took a step and threw all his weight into the blow, aiming a little short so that he would land with just the tips, right over the worst of the damage.
Several welts split open and blood streamed down Hector’s back. He shrieked short and high before managing to clamp his mouth shut, and several people winced audibly.
The captain did not look at all pleased. Open wounds plus a dirty cat was a recipe for infection. Sodomite or not it seemed Barbossa could pilot a ship through the Biblical flood itself if he had to, and no one would be happy if the ship’s good luck charm were endangered. In the face of that bloody mess, he reluctantly declared the punishment to be at an end and delivered Barbossa into the care of the surgeon.
Jack, on the other hand, was led at once into the captain’s own cabin and put under his personal protection until they could place him on another ship where he would be out of danger and could start afresh.
By the time Hector was well enough to get out of bed, Jack was gone. They didn’t see each other for six years.
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TBC.
All that’s left is the end of the seduction-as-adults scene. I’m still not sure how it will play out. Ideas are welcome!
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