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The Count of Five	By : BaronNomaw Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13627 -:- 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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This is the second part of a two-part tale of coerced
gay tentacle pirate sex.� If this
offends you � and believe me I won�t judge you if it does � then for God�s sake
don�t read the damn story!
Part 1, which I haven�t posted yet, is the bizarre and
violent Davy-on-Will tentacle scene that you secretly dream about in the shower
when you think nobody is listening.� This
part takes place the next morning.� Will
feels pretty crappy and Davy still isn�t through with him.� But as long as Davy has the proper leverage (Elizabeth
locked up in a closet someplace, for example), Will doesn�t have much choice.
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�I hope you don�t think that was it?� Jones demanded.� �That was just to take the edge off� just
because I was angry. �The real fun begins
now.�� He didn�t take his eyes from
Will�s when he ordered, �Take your pants off and get up there on the bed.�� Then he laughed.� �This time I�m going to make you like it.�
Will�s pants were stiff with dried blood and even the act
of crossing the room shot bolts of pain up through his guts.� So, terrified though he was, he snapped,
�Somehow I don�t think so.�� He climbed
up on the bed and lay out flat on his back.�
Until yesterday he had considered the fetal position � curled up and with
the arms covering the head � as the most protective, defensive posture out
there, but today he found he didn�t feel safe unless he could feel the press of
the floor or a wall against his back.� He
pushed his pants down over his hips and scrunched up his knees so he could
finish undressing without leaving his vulnerable side unprotected for even a
moment.
All of a sudden Jones was standing over him and Will
gasped � he hadn�t even heard the creature move.� �You�ll see, boy,� Jones whispered into his
face.� �It�ll feel so good you beg for
more.�
Jack Sparrow had implied more than once that this sort of
thing was possible, but after yesterday�s experience Will had decided that Jack
was either lying or severely crazy.�
�Just get it over with,� he said through gritted teeth.� He decided not to move until he was ordered
to � the idea of positioning himself, offering himself as it were, was too
offensive to face without direct threats and coercion.
But Jones didn�t order him over just yet.� Instead, he climbed up on the bed and knelt
between Will�s bare legs.
Will reflexively shied away from
any physical contact, which meant bringing his knees up and spreading his legs
as far as they would go.� Jones pretended
to misunderstand.� �Good boy.�
Will propped himself up on his elbows and tried to scoot
away, but something wet and supple coiled around his ankle to hold him in
place.� He supposed it didn�t matter �
where would he go anyway?� As long as
Jones had Elizabeth prisoner, he
was going exactly nowhere without permission.� He lay back down,
wincing with every shift of his weight, and Jones chuckled.� �Awww, still a bit
sore, are we?�
�Just do it,� Will groaned.� Drawing it out like this had begun to rival
the act itself for the misery it was bringing him.
�Tsk, tsk,
be patient.�� Jones stuffed a cushion
under Will�s lower back, forcing his hips off the bed, and grinned down at
him.� �I told you, you�re going to enjoy
this.�� He lay his claw on the inside of
Will�s thigh to keep his legs open, then with his other hand actually reached
underneath and touched Will right where it hurt most.
Will made a horrified gasping noise but Jones held him
still and continued to press gently.� It
was his very smallest tentacle and incredibly slippery, but nevertheless Will
seized up like an epileptic when it popped inside.� Jones gave him a mere inch or two, waited for
the count of five and then withdrew.
Will let out the breath he had been holding and released
his death-grip on the bedding.� Jones
decided it was time to push back in.�
Although Will grunted unhappily and squeezed his eyes shut, it didn�t
seem to hurt him so badly this time.� The
count of five and then Jones began to move it in and out slowly just that
little bit, gradually working its slippery slime into the boy�s torn and
swollen entrance.
Considering the damage he had left yesterday, Jones knew
he had his work cut out for him if he intended to make good on his
promise.� But he was willing to put in
some serious effort � just imagining the depths of the boy�s humiliation when
he realized he liked it put a smile on his squiddy
face.
After a few minutes of careful massage it seemed that his
tentacle was no longer causing the boy physical discomfort, so Jones slid it
out and tried to replace it with a larger one.�
Will jumped and yelped.
�Calm down, Mr. Turner,� Jones laughed, reinserting the
smaller appendage and savoring Will�s sigh of
relief.� �I won�t break you just yet.�
Will, too, had heard the undeniably positive sound coming
out of his mouth.� Still, being able to
tolerate sodomy by a small body part � and preferring it to sodomy by a larger
one � hardly qualified as enjoyment, did it?� He refused to admit to finding the slime
soothing, almost like a salve on the cuts inside his body, or to noticing that
the firm and constant rubbing was helping desensitize him to the sparks of pain
that frequently flared up in his ripped passage.
But Jones could read his body language well enough.� He judged him comfortable and ready for more,
so he switched to the bigger tentacle again and, ignoring Will�s squirms and
whimpers, kept it there for the count of five.�
When he began to move, Will took it silently.� �There,� Jones purred, �Is that so bad?�
Will winced as it probed deeper,
laying his hands flat by his sides and trying to ignore what was being done to
him.� �Not yet � I�m still waiting.�� He stared at the ceiling and added, �This
isn�t the same as� as the other thing and you know it.�
�True,� Jones allowed, kneading expertly until he felt Will relax around him.�
�Of course, since the �other thing� is in the cards for tonight, I guess
we ought to get you ready, don�t you think?��
He abruptly withdrew his tentacle and replaced it with two fingers.
�Ohw stop!� Will
gasped.
�Quiet down, boy,� Jones said lazily, beginning a slow
inexorable twist with his hand, �Or I�ll flip you over right now and just tear
into you as you are.�
Finding it bearable to have octopus parts inserted into
his ass was far and away the most humiliating thing ever to have happened to
him, and Will thought that anything else would be preferable, so he
looked Jones straight in his flat fishy eyes and said, �I think I�d rather you
did it that way.� Please.�
Jones didn�t answer right away � he was busy enjoying the
absolute control the situation gave him.�
Spread his fingers just a little to stretch the boy, see him writhe and
grimace.� Hold his hand still, or even thrust slowly in and out, and hear him sigh
gratefully.� Fun.
But dilemmas were even more fun.� �Open your eyes� Look at me� That�s right.� Now, your girl is in the next room.� If you scream she�ll hear, and goodness knows
she�ll be upset.� Remember how she cried
last time?� So, Mr. Turner� would you
like it hard-� and Will only half-managed to
stifle a cry when Jones roughly crammed in a third finger, �-or gentle?�� and he scaled back
and resumed the sort of touching that Will could handle.
Will closed his eyes again.� �Jones, please.�
Jones skewered him hard again.� �Call me Davy,� he commanded nastily.
�Ow, ah.� Davy.�
Please.�
�Please what?� Davy asked, continuing the rough
treatment.� �I�m afraid you�ll have to be
more specific, Mr. Turner.� Please
what?� Please do you hard enough that you
howl for mercy where your beloved will hear you?�
�No,� Will whispered, �I mean
please don�t make me scream.�
�Keep going � it takes the fun out if I have to tell you,�
Davy explained.
Will knew what the monster wanted
to hear and he knew that if he didn�t give it, Davy could (and would) make him
scream loudly enough to wake the dead.�
That would hurt Elizabeth�
not to mention what it would do to him.�
So Will said, �Please make it feel good.�� He didn�t think he had ever felt so low in
his life.
�Certainly.�� Davy immediately slowed down and started to
stretch him more gently.� Will tried his best
not to be glad, and failed.
Davy began to think that despite yesterday�s brutalities,
the boy would soon be able to take a decent reaming without getting hurt.� He was slick and as loose as he was going to
get.� �I think it�s time, Turner.� Are you ready?�
The boy instantly clenched up so tight that Davy�s
knuckles cracked.� �Perhaps not,� Davy
observed.� �You need to relax, or it will hurt.�
�I�m trying.�� It
took him several deep breaths.� �All right.� All
right, yes, fine.�� Then, because he hated
being made out to be a willing participant, he added petulantly, �It doesn�t
feel good, you know.� Maybe you�re not
hurting me so much this time, but it doesn�t-ow
oh!�� Will swallowed hard and then gasped again�
but this time, not in pain.
Davy had suddenly shot a thin, wet tentacle very deep and
found an interesting spot to rub.� �You
were saying?� he asked innocently as Will�s hips arched up off the bed.
�Stop,� Will begged.� �Please don�t do that.�
�Why not?�� He continued to poke and squeeze.
If he resisted Davy would only make it worse, so Will
admitted it:� �It feels� it feels good.�
Davy laughed.� �Does
it, now?� Isn�t that interesting.�� After a few more seconds of the torment he
pulled out slowly, all the way, and Will was mortified to realize that he felt
empty.� That he missed it.
Davy sat back and reached for his buttons.� �All right, boy, enough of that.� Get on your hands and knees.�
Will hurried to obey, certain that this at least
would feel awful and looking forward to it intensely.
For a moment he was almost right � Davy was fairly hot and
bothered by this time, and shoved his mostly-human equipment in all the way as
soon as Will was in position.� Even with
all the slime and stretching, it was painful enough to elicit a good squeal.
But then Davy got a handle on himself and began to pump
his hips at a very slow pace.� Instead of
angling himself awkwardly the way he had yesterday to make every inch of every
thrust a grinding torture, today Davy was careful to slide in and out as smoothly
as he could manage.� �Well?� he asked
after a moment.
Will nodded.� �I can
take this,� he said shakily.� �Thank
you.�
�I�ll bet you can.� And how about� this?��
Davy shifted to find the prostate again and knew he had it when Will
tried to jerk away.� He held him still
and after a bit the boy unconsciously opened his legs a little wider and raised
his hips.� If that wasn�t an invitation
to plow deeper he didn�t know what was, so Davy upped the pace just a little,
still mindful of all the cuts and bruises of yesterday.� Out of curiosity he reached around to see
what Will�s body thought of the situation.
�Interesting.�
�No!�
Until a hand closed around his erection, Will hadn�t even
realized he had one.� He could hear Davy
laughing behind him and reached down to pry the hand away, but Davy didn�t let
go.� �Now, I said it would feel good,
didn�t I?�
�Yes but that�s cheating,� Will answered right away.
�So�s stealing a key from a man
who�s asleep,� Davy pointed out dryly.�
He let a tentacle drop down out of his sleeve to join his hand in the
effort to embarrass Will beyond all measure.
�Let go!�
Davy could feel the warm human flesh pulsing beneath his
fingers and wouldn�t have let go for the world.�
�You�ll moan or you�ll scream, boy.�
Your choice.�
Think of Elizabeth.�
�Please��
�Please what?�
Will turned his head and spoke into his shoulder.� �Pleasemakeitfeelgood,�
he mumbled.
�Certainly.�� From a purely physical perspective Davy would
have liked to pound away a good deal harder, but what he was doing to Will was
so much fun that he decided to stick with it.�
He thrust into the boy firmly but gently and stroked him to the point of
orgasm.� In fact Will would have been past
the point of orgasm, had not a tentacle wrapped
itself around the base of his cock and held tightly enough to prevent the
much-needed release.
Davy toyed with him, keeping him just on the brink and
then denying him, until it occurred to Will that the only way out was, in fact,
to beg for more.� Just as Davy had said
he would and he had sworn to himself he wouldn�t.� �I won�t,� he growled.� �I. Will. Not. Beg.�
�You can moan or you can scream,� Davy reminded him.� �Or I can keep this up all night.�� He knew that the boy had already had too
much; after yesterday it was a miracle he had taken this much at all.� Soon the boy would be screaming no matter how
gentle it was done.
�All right all right please.� Please, I hate you, it hurts and I admit it
feels good and I hate you and please just finish,� he said in a
rush.� �And that�s all you�re
getting.� Take it or leave it � I won�t
say another word.�
Will could hear the smile in Davy�s voice when he asked,
�Finish who � you or me?�
Trick question, Will thought.� Saying �Me� would be an unthinkable
humiliation, but saying �You� would (it would be pointless stubbornness to
pretend this was not the case) leave him aroused and miserably
unsatisfied.� And still
humiliated that it had gone this far.
So he closed his eyes and said, �Both.�
Davy laughed and obliged him.� When he felt Will gasp
and convulse with a powerful though unwelcome orgasm, all he needed was to
pound a few good hard strokes home, and then he was coming as well.
Under duress Will had admitted that Davy was able to
pleasure him, but he would die before confessing that those last few
brutal seconds, when Davy had nailed him hard in order to pleasure himself�
were somehow� unthinkably� satisfying.�
He could tell himself that in the throes of an excellent climax he would
have found anything satisfying, but he didn�t believe it� and, from the
knowing smile he received when he slunk out of the room with his pants on
inside out, he didn�t think Davy would have believed it either.
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The End.
Wow.� I gotta say, this story represents a new low (new high?) for
me.� Let me know what you think, PLEASE
review with any critique or ideas for future pirate pervvyness.
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