Will's eyes widened—things were rapidly spiraling out of his control. Maybe going after Jack was a bad idea—then he felt the cool sea air brush his suddenly bare ass. Jack had ripped his pants down while Will had been busy contemplating the awkwardness of his predicament. All of those thoughts rapidly vanished from his mind, however, with the sharp crack of the whip on his rear. He groaned and lurched forward, gritting his teeth in agony, trying to maintain some kind of composure. The whip struck him with even more force, like a rope of burning fire. Jack's face appeared at his ear. "Did you like that, William Turner?" he hissed, letting his tongue linger on the side of Will's face, bathing his ear and jawline with saliva like a severely inebriated cat. He drew back and snapped the whip again with a flourish, hungrily taking in the sight of the gorgeous and fit young man bent helplessly over the cannon, ass red, raw and completely at his disposal.
Suddenly, Jack dropped the whip to the floor. He fell to his knees and pressed his cheek to Will's bare ass and kissed the wounds, gently stroking his thighs while Will twisted in pain and ecstasy. "I can't hurt you, Will—not without hurting myself." Will could feel Jack's rough fingers curl delicately around his shaft and begin sliding sensuously around his cock. Will squealed when he came on the cold metal of the cannon. The space between him and the barrel was to small to permit a full on erection, causing severe discomfort. Jack breathed hard down Will's neck and released his grip, only to dip his hand into an oil lamp to ready himself for entering Will.
Will's inner thighs tingled in anticipation. "I need you, Jack, I need this now," he panted. "Don't worry, luv, I promise I'll make this worth your while," Jack said as his calloused fingers clenched around Will's balls. Will whimpered, his long legs buckling around the cannon. Jack smirked and positioned himself for the plunge. Will screamed in ecstasy as Jack's enormous member slid inside him. Jack took his precious time, slowly drawing out, savoring every last twinge in Will's body before plunging in again. He began to repeat, each time thrusting quicker and deeper inside Will. Will was sure the entire crew could hear his passionate screams over the still, quiet Caribbean waves—but he no longer cared. He allowed himself to let go completely and enjoy the now-familiar sensation of Jack being inside him.
Jack pulled out just before he came, sending a spray of glistening semen onto Will's butt and thighs. Will's groin throbbed. Breathless, Jack gently unshackled him, but he could barely bring himself to stand up. Before he could even regain his senses, he was being dragged into the captain's quarters and tossed onto the bed. Jack forcefully removed Will's pants, his rings almost catching on the worn wool fabric. Then he removed the scarf from his head and tied it around Will's eyes. "Stay there for a moment, luv—savvy?" Will had no choice but to obey. Unbeknownst to the naked youth on the bed, Jack had gone to the table to fetch more rum. Will's suddenly felt Jack's searing hot tongue on the side of his neck—sucking, licking, giving him goosebumps. Then Jack bit down hard on Will's neck, causing him to cry out in pain. 'What was that?" Will yelled angrily. He felt blood beginning to trickle from his neck, and Jack continued to suck on it. He ripped off his blindfold just as Jack withdrew, gazing into Jack's glassy eyes and parted blood red lips. Will melted. He began to think that Jack was a god rather than a lowly pirate, and fell back into the pillows.
Jack's fingers drifted slowly up and down Will's bare chest, looking at the sleepy man before him with utter satisfaction and imagining him still bound and blind as he had been before. "Jack?" Will eventually whispered cautiously. "Yes, luv?" Jack hissed. "D'you think anyone…suspects?" "With the way you were hollerin', boy, I don't think there's a doubt in the minds of everyone in Davy Jones' locker, let alone on this ship with its dangerously thin walls," Jack smirked lecherously. Will groaned and leant his head back in resignation. "Oh well," he finally sighed. Jack looked at him with surprise and glee before settling his head onto Will's chest. He was tired, and even sex-crazy pirates need sleep.