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Broadway Afterglow	By : Rochelle Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Slash - Male/Male > Jack/Will Views: 7533 -:- 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 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: The Goo Goo Dolls and Sarah McLachlan are somewhere cringing right now�

Note 2: Will is Brown�s adoptive son in this, so no, I didn�t suddenly forget his last name was Turner. I mean it was only a huge plot point in the movie�

Note 3: Van Helsing is the bouncer, Carl is the bartender, (of Van Helsing) and on the couch we have Sinbad and Proteus. (Of Sinbad) We will see them all again later on, I promise.

Note 4: I�ll try and update once a week, at least.
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Chapter One

Your Eyes Look so Lonely

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The words �Black Pearl� were written above the door in loopy metallic blue script, reflecting the light of the nearby lamplight nicely. A tall man was standing outside, arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing leather pants, a loose black button down, and a black duster. A wide-brimmed hat was pulled down over his eyes.
William Brown bit his bottom lip anxiously, wondering if perhaps he should try for a different place. He was only seventeen, so he wasn�t sure if he�d be admitted to this club or not, even if it was just to find a phone.
There was, of course, a pay phone on the corner, but Will had been distressed to find that the cord had been cut. The next nearest phone was being watched very closely by a shady looking man Will decided he didn�t want to take his chances with.
Will swallowed and steeled himself, deciding it was, at the very least, worth a shot. He walked over, noting wryly that he was there wasn�t a line outside of the club, and the man looked at him with intense blue eyes, and then arched an eyebrow.
�What�d you want kid?�
Will felt a tremor run up his spine. The man�s voice was deep and smooth, but not as frightening as he would have expected. It was almost�soothing. �I�I need to use a phone and I was wondering if there was one inside.�
The man surveyed him carefully for a moment, as if he was judging his sincerity, then nodded tightly.
�Right. headhead in and go straight to the bar. Don�t look at anyone, speak to anyone, or even breathe in anyone�s direction. Tell the bartender I told him to let you use his phone, then come straight back out.� Will had to confess he found the orders confusing, if not a little disturbing, but the man just looked at him seriously. �Trust me here, this isn�t your scene. You linger too long and someone will be tempted to snatch your pretty ass up and make you do something you don�t want to do.�
That have Will a moments pause. That idea, in and of itself, was troubling. But he needed to use a phone and tell his father to send a car for him. Brown, his adoptive father, was an infamous drunk, but he was a rich infamous drunk, famous for his metal sculptures, and took good care of Will�
Well, when he wasn�t beating the tar out of him at least. And wasn�t taking credit for the art that Will did�but, really, who was he to argue. If not for Brown he�d be on the street, alone.
He walked through the door and the minute it shut behind he knew he�d just entered a totally different world. The room he was in looked to be a parlor of sorts, with scantily clad people sitting around on crimson and burgundy furniture, which went well with the dark purple walls. Nearest to him were two men, intertwined on the couch and clearly�intent on what they were doing.
One was dressed in white leather, or had been at least. Now his pants were pushed low on his hips and if he�d been wearing a shirt it was long gone by now, exposing a great deal of skin. His long brown hair fanned against his tanned skin, which contrasted with the white of the collar around his neck. There was a single �D� shaped ring on it that was connected a silver chain. A silver plate was on it, and on that there were strange carvings.
His lips were wet and parted, tongue moving over them when he moaned in obvious pleasure, which Will imagined had something to do with the hand down his pants.
He swallowed, throat dry, and walked through the open doorway he saw.
This was one of those sex-clubs he heard about on the news. The Christians, who seem to control most of Port Royal, wanted the likes of these places shut down forever, because they breed immorality and promoted unsafe lifestyles and perversions.
That�s what Will�s father said about such places anyway. Will had never given them much thought before, but know that he was walking deep within one he was reconsidering such indifference.
The next room was full of people moving and writing against each other. A strobe light was flashing, creating a choppy, entrancing effect, when combined with the black light effect. He wasn�t sure of the actual color of the walls, but black light paint was splattered all over them, illuminating the room. And the people stood out as well, some seeming to glow.
He spotted a set of double doors in the back, as well as tables and booths, but headed for what appeared to be the bar, trying desperately to keep his eyes to himself as the bouncer had told him, but found it rather hard to do. He saw people kissing, touching, and more as he walked the outskirts of the dance floor.
He�d never witnessed anything like it� He�d been raised to believe such things only took place between a man and a woman in their bedroom, post marriage and anything besides that wasn�t to be accepted, let alone�flaunted in such an open matter.
It caused a suspicious stirring deep in his stomach. He couldn�t say if it was good or bad, but it was�unusual.
He brushed past someone, but kept his eyes down, in spite of how much he wanted to look up. He didn�t want any trouble.
He emerged at the bar and sat on a stool, waiting for the blond behind the counter to notice him. He did, eventually, and blinked at him, looking bemused. He was short, though solidly built, and wearing tight black jeans and a black vest. A black leather collar clung to his neck.
�Hey there. If you don� mind me asking, what�s a nice boy like you doing in a place like this one?�
�I need a phone. The bouncer said to ask you-�
�You mean he told you to tell me, he said let you use my phone.� The man smiled, blue eyes shimmering in the dim light. �Gabriel doesn�t ask for things of me.� He smiled then held up a finger to indicate that Will should wait a moment. He walked off then came back with a glass and small phone in hand. �Water. I have my doubts about your age. Go �head and wave me down when you�re done.�
�Thanks.� Will said, starting to punch in his father�s private number. A hand clamped down on his shoulderrd, rd, and blunt fingers started to dig into his flesh. He winced and tried to pull away, only to find himself held firmly in place.
�Aren�t you quite the pretty one?� A voice rasped in his ear and hot, rancid breath wafted against his cheek, making his nose wrinkle without a thought. �And not a Master in sight. How�fortunate for me.�
Will could only muster a tiny squeak as a tongue laved over the shell of his ear and fingers dug in harder, causing his skin to burn with tiny pinpricks of pain. The man, who ever he was, hummed and a free hand snaked around him, resting on the counter, and the man leaned against him heavily.
That made him jerk away. �No.� He turned and just caught sight of an older man with a thick beard. He looked intimidating and Will cowered slightly.
�Don�t worry, I promise not to hurt you. Unless you want me too.� He smiled widely and Will felt his throat go dry. He swallowed, but found his tongue felt like sandpaper. He reached for his water, noticing his hands were trembling, and tried to ignore the man. He took a deep drink, hoping he would be left alone if he looked disinterested.
The water tasted kind of funny�and fizzy. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he took another drink and crossed his fingers, hoping his little plan would work.
No such luck.
�No? No one tells me no, little one. Especially not some cocksng lng little slut.�
Will gasped, shocked at being called such a thing, and felt his cheeks burn, before starting to shake his head. �I�m not�I�m not a slut.� The man grabbed his arm and started pulling him away. He almost fell from the stool, but managed to slide out and remain on his feet. �No! Let me go, I don�t want-!�
A hand flew across his face and he stumbled, stunned into silence. No one around him was glancing his way, let alone offering any type of help. Will felt his stomach drop out, images of what this man could do to him flashing through his mind.
He felt sick. And kind of groggy, and his throat felt even dryer than it had before.
His head spun and he knew he was being hustled off somewhere, but couldn�t make his mouth work to protest. His feet wouldn�t move however, and he was more or less dragged along. He could hear the man muttering things under his breath and Will knew that, if not for his current situation, he�d be blushing.
Then he was set free for a moment, only to be pushed to the ground. The shock of hitting the floor cleared his mind and he looked up at the man, who was working at the fastenings on his slacks. Will whimpered and backpedaled until his back struck something. He turned and blanched at the sight of a round bed.
Oh god.
He was going to be raped in some S&M club and no one was going to re hie him because he had to look like just another person waiting to be screwed.
The man dug his fingers into his hair. �Suck it.�
Will turned his head in silent refusal. Not only had never done such a thing before, he�d never imagined doing it with a person like that in a place like this. A fist slammed into his face and again he was on the ground, feeling tears stinging his eyes.
�Please, don�t make me. Please.� He felt so small and pitiful like this. All he got in reply was a dark chuckle before hands began clawing at him. He shrieked, not caring how girly he sounded, and tried to slap the hands away but to no avail. Soon he was exposed from the waist down, and mostly from the waist up as well. He tried to cover himself, but was hauled up onto his knees again, before the man.
�You can either suck it you you can ride it. I think you can figure out which one is less pleasant.�
Will looked up at him, feeling tears slip down his face, and could only make a noise of distress in the back of his throat. Words were suddenly beyond his grasp. The man just smiled, practically leering at him, and he let out a broken sob then looked down.
The man�s penis was just...hanging out, and Will blushed hotly when he saw it. It was hard, clearly, and sticking almost straight up. It was red around the head and pearly drops of fluid leaked out. It was thick and long and he really couldn�t imagine putting such a thing into his mouth.
But, considering the alternative, he wasn�t sure what else he could do. He�d do it and then run as far away from here as possible. He�d forget about it. Maybe he�d ask Elizabeth to a movie and they could hang out and everything would be fine.
�Today.�
Only something in him screamed things were very far from fine.
Will sucked in a deep breath then leaned in, wrapping his hand around the penis. He looked up again, hoping perhaps for pity, but got only the eager lust filled gaze of the man. He swallowed, trying to clear his suddenly tight throat, and bent down. He took the head in tentatively, the taste of salty skin almost driving him to gag. He swallowed, trying to take in more, but he really had no concept of how such an act would work.
And his throat was rebelling; tightening so much it was almost painful.
Then he felt hands on thdes des of his head and cried out, though the sound was muffles, as he was forced down and the penis hit the back of his throat. He was choking and tears now flowed freely. The man began to move him, apparently not concerned about the gagging sounds he was making and the frantic way he was clawing at the carpet. A bitter taste flooded his mouth, but he could give it no thought as the man brutally thrust into his mouth.
The penis moved over his tongue and scrapped against his teeth, filling his mouth completely, and he�d never been more tempted to bite down on something than he was in that moment. But he didn�t too afraid to do anything but stay where he was.
This was all James Norrington�s fault he thought, mind going a little hazy. The other teen was desperate to get with Elizabeth Swann, Will�s best friend since the third grade, and had gone so far as to throw Will into the back of a car and dump him on a street corner in order to get him out of the way. If the man had just listened to reason and realized that Lizzie was more of a sister than she could ever be a lover he wouldn�t be in this mess.
He was going to tell Liz to never talk to that asshole again, see how much he liked that.
Fingers dug into his skull. �I said suck it. Com�n bitch, I know you can do better.� Will sucked, something inside of him twisting at the sound of the man moaning. He felt so�humiliated and violated and�exposed. God, so exposed.
�But he also felt something else, something he couldn�t identify. Like some part of him�liked the humiliation and how out of control he was. Wanted it. Was�excited by it. Aroused almost. He was sweating, but felt a sort of icy cool on the insimingmingled with heat.
He was sickened to feel his own member twitch. It took a serious show of will power to not pull away and burst into tears. What kind of sick of person was he anyway? How could part of him like this?
But, really, even that part of his brain hated this, the way it was being done. It shouldn�t be like this�shouldn�t hurt so much. Shouldn�t be this horrible man who didn�t understand that Will didn�t want him. Part of him may have been excited, but the part of him that was afraid outweighed that part.
That didn�t make the fact part of him liked it any better, but it made it easier to not throw up, which was really what he wanted to do right then.
�What, pray tell, are you up to mate?� A voice asked from somewhere. Fingers tightened in his hair, pulling and making his scalp tingle.
�Sparrow.�
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