What A Man's Worth
Nov. 11th, 2006 11:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stillroseTitle: What A Man’s Worth
Fandom: POTC: DMC; Will/Davy Jones; hints of Will/Jack - Don't own 'em--just borrowin' 'em.
Warnings: Slash, NON-CON, Tentacle sex/rape
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Will is summoned to Davy Jones cabin and offered a deal (or how Will had such easy access to DJ’s cabin).
Ok…this one isn’t for everybody. It’s also my first POTC (Pirates of the
As always: Feedback make my heart go pitter-patter.
No way will I be on my knees before this bastard! Will thought to himself as he jerked his chin high and met the studious gaze of Davy Jones.
“That will be all,” Jones’s deep voice burbled at his loyal first mate behind Will. Maccus bowed and backed out of the room. Maccus shut the door behind Will with a loud and solid “thud” while Palifico, Jones’s personal guard, stood ever vigilant outside with his fused and rusted swords ready to render meaningless all threats to his hellish captain.
Will narrowed his eyebrows as he continued to meet Jones’s gaze. What does he want? Will thought.
Jones’s cocked his head and puffed on his pipe as he sat on a bench and seemed to appraise Will. Will, not to be outdone, appraised Jones back. Though, Will supposed it was much harder for him then it was for Jones. Will at least looked human whereas Jones was worse than any sailor spun tale or sea inspired nightmare.
Jones was more sea monster than man. Jones’s right hand was a large lobster claw while his left hand was a long writhing tentacle. Jones’s right leg appeared human enough for Jones wore his britches and boots on that leg as normal. However, Jones’s left leg would have been called a “pegleg” if it wasn’t made from sort of crustacean shell instead of wood or bone.
However, the worst part of Jones’s visage was his face. Jones’s could wear the civilize trappings of man with coat, vest and hat but he was a living monster. His eyes were small, beady and dark. His head pulsed like some sort of small mollusk like creature with siphons on the side where air was sucked in and out. Jones’s mouth and nose were just ridged outlines of a mass of writhing tentacles which were a long and flowing living beard which Jones’s also used as additional hands.
Will couldn’t help shuddering. The tentacles were always constantly in motion on Jones. They undulated. They made slick noises as they writhed on top and around each other as they were coated in some sort of mucous to keep from drying. They smelled of fish and rot.
“You wanted to see me?” Will finally broke the silence.
“It was a fool’s bargain yer father made today,” Jones replied.
Will tried to hide his flinch. Will had made a heavy wager to find out where Jones hid the key to Jones’s chest. Jones had shown the key was around his neck but it was Will’s father who had lost the wager; eternal servitude to Jones.
“My father should not have interfered,” Will said.
“The heart makes one weak and foolish,” replied Jones.
“Is that why you called me here?” Will asked. “Are you to lecture me once more on the foolishness of love?”
Jones began to laugh and cackle. It sounded like the creaks and groans of ship breaking up on the reefs in the middle of sudden storm.
“One can not be lectured on the foolishness of love and the heart, boy!” chuckled Jones. “One can only experience it!”
“What is it that you want!” demanded Will.
Jones spun around on his bench and turned his back to Will.
“Have you ever heard of Wergeld?” Jones asked.
“What?” Will said as he stepped forward to hear Jones better. Only then did he notice that Jones was sitting in front of an enormous organ of some sort. It was nothing like Will had ever seen. There were far more pipes and keys than a normal organ. The pipes were not made of brass or any other metal but looked to be of shell.
“Wergld,” Jones asked again. “Have you heard of it, boy?”
“No, I do not think I have.”
“You did not receive much of an education, did you, boy?”
“I received more than was adequate for a blacksmith,” answered Will.
Jones laughed. “A blacksmith! Oh you will miss your fires boy! The sea is very cold!”
“What is this Wergeld?” Will asked wanting to change the subject.
“Wergeld is an old term, boy, for a man’s ‘life-price’. It boils down to what a man’s life is worth.”
“What a man’s life is worth?”
“Aye,” Jones said as his beard tentacles began to snake out and caress the organ keys in front of him. “Among the Vikings if a man achieved a certain rank he had a life-price. If the man was killed, then the relatives of that man could demand that price in exchange for letting his killer go free.”
“I don’t understand,” said Will.
“What is your father’s life worth to you, boy?”
What does this mad monster want? Will thought. Does he want to exchange my life for my father’s?
“I was willing to gamble my eternal servitude to you…,” Will began.
“Aye,” barked Jones, “And that may be a gamble you’ll want to save yet fer another day.”
“What is it you want?”
“Eternity is a long time, boy” Jones said as he lightly pressed a series of keys on the organ to produce one small silent chord.
“I suppose it is,” Will answered.
Jones pounded on several keys creating a loud disharmonious shriek from the organ.
“Eternity is not something you can suppose!” bellowed Jones. “Maybe when you have served a mere hundred years, two hundred years or five hundred years aboard this ship you will begin to even glimmer the interminable length of eternity!”
“And again, I ask,” Will bellowed in return, “What is it you want?”
“If you were stranded on a island for days with no fresh water to drink, boy,” Jones started to muse as he once again played softly, “and your tongue was swelled from thirst…your blood thick from lack of water…how sweet would a drop of cool fresh water be?”
How do I answer this without him going off the ‘deep end’ again? Will wondered.
“I think it would be heaven,” Will finally answered.
“Aye,” Jones whispered as he continued with the soft melody he’d begun on the organ. “And how sweet would one lifetime short of eternity be?”
A lifetime short of eternity? Thought Will. What does that mean? A lifetime is perhaps fifty years where as eternity is, well eternal. Yet, a lifetime short would mean that it was not eternal. There would be an end. It would mean….
“It would be hope,” answered Will.
Jones laughed. “Aye, it would! Hope on a doomed ship! Hope for an end to a curse!”
“You want me to trade my life for a shorter sentence for my father? A sentence that is a lifetime short of eternity?”
“I already have your life, boy,” Jones answered as his playing began to grow louder. “I also have your service for the next hundred years.”
“Then what?” asked Will.
“Agree to be my cabin boy,” Jones said.
“What?”
“You heard me, boy,” Jones said. “Serve me here. For each night you tend to my needs and run my errands I will shorten your father’s service by one lifetime.”
“You must be mad!”
Jones laughed. “I am not the one who wagered eternal servitude, boy.”
Why does he need me to agree? This is his ship he could just order me….
“I know what yer thinking, lad,” Jones’s said. “You wonder why I don’t just order you. I could. If I do though, you will not get anything fer yer father.”
“And what do you get with my agreement?”
“Why the satisfaction that for each moment you are here tending to my needs it’s because it was yer own choice,” replied Jones as he continued to play.
Being here will give me access to him and his cabin, Will thought. This will make it easier to get to the key. Still, if I’ve learned one thing from Jack, it’s that nothing is ever as it seems.
“I’ll do it.” Will finally said. “I will serve as your cabin boy and for every term I do, you will shorten my father’s service by one lifetime.”
Jones struck a series of loud chords that seemed to tremble the depths themselves as he laughed, “Then we have an accord, Mr. Turner!”
Will looked around the cabin. There were a few items scattered about. Quickly, Will began the work of tidying the cabin while Jones played the organ.
After Will had put away the random article of clothing, rolled up a map, and otherwise put the cabin to order he looked back Davy Jones.
“Palifico should be waiting outside the door with a bucket of water,” Jones said never ceasing his playing. “I want ye to scrub the floors.”
Will nodded opened the cabin doors. Plaifico nudged a bucket of water with his foot. Will bent down, picked it up and carried it over the threshold into Jones’s cabin. The door swung shut and this time Will did not miss the click of the lock turning with “thud” of door closing.
Guess I was wrong, Will thought as he dropped to his knees and grabbed the scrub brush. Will began to scrub Jones floors and tried not to think of the indignity of serving the creature continuing to play his maddening tune. Will tried to concentrate on his “opportune moment” to get the key from around Jones’s neck or the hope of helping his father.
Will focused on the job of scrubbing grime from the floors underneath him and not the pain in his shoulders, back and knees. He tried to ignore the sounds of the organ that seemed to overwhelm him forcing his heart and lungs to keep time with Jones’s melody.
I will save you father, Will vowed each time a chord or a shock of pain brought him back to the moment. I will not be aboard this ship much longer, Will thought as he pants grew soaked and his hands cramped.
I will beat this monster, Will reminded himself when he realized he was scrubbing the area around the organ and Davy Jones himself. I will not be sick, Will swallowed his revulsion as he scrubbed perilously close to Jones’s pegleg. Will was close enough to smell the decay and slime that seemed a part of the ship’s captain.
Finally, Will’s job was done and the floors were cleaned. Wearily he stood and lugged the half full bucket back to the door.
“Will that be all, Captain?” Will said.
“Just one more thing, Mr. Turner,” Jones said.
“Yes?” Will asked.
“I find my music lacking this evening,” Jones said. “Come closer. I would like you to accompany me.”
“What?” Will said. “I am sorry to disappoint you but I have no talent for singing.”
“Come now, Mr. Turner,” Jones barked. “Did you not agree to tend to my needs?”
“I can hardly…,”
“Boy, it wasn’t a request!” thundred Jones.
Will sighed and walked back over the foul captain. He took the opportunity while standing behind Jones to see if he could spot the leather strap which held the key.
“Sir?” Will finally said.
“Now, let us get you warmed up,” Jones said as he began a new tune.
Will frowned. The song was as unfamiliar to him as the previous tune. He did not know the words. What am I supposed to do, he thought. Then Will jumped in horror!
One of Jones’s many long tentacles from his left hand had snaked out and begun wrap itself around Will’s left foot.
“NO!” Will screamed as he jerked back. The tentacle moved with lightening speed and followed. It quickly twined its way up and around Will’s leg.
“Let me go!” shouted Will as he tugged on his leg and beat at the tentacle with his fist. Will didn’t see another tentacle snake out from underneath Jones’s shirt to writhe its way towards Will.
“NOOOO!” Will shouted again as he found his right leg being similarly encased as his left.
“Very good, Mr. Turner,” Jones almost purred as he continued to pound away on the keys before him.
“What are you doing, you monster?” Will shouted as he struggled against the tentacles holding his legs even as he saw two more reaching out for him.
“Playing the organ, Mr. Turner,” answered Jones as one tentacle reached out and wrapped around Will’s left hand and the other around Will’s right.
“This isn’t part of our bargain!” shouted Will as he fought against the strong living bonds that lifted him from the floor and began to position him into a human “X” behind the nightmarish organist.
“Oh but it was, Mr. Turner,” answered Jones without even looking at Will. “You agreed to serve as my cabin boy; to tend to my needs and run my errands. I in turn will shorten the length of your father’s service.”
“How does this tend to your needs!” Will asked with his voice rising in horror as three more, smaller, tentacles began reaching for him.
“I have need of accompaniment to my playing tonight,” answered Jones, “as well as the need to purge silly notions of idealism, innocence and love from MY SHIP!”
Will shook with impotent rage and horror as the final tentacles reached and wrapped around his torso. Jones began to play his piece to a loud crescendo and one of the tentacles began to sinuate and writhe against Will. Will pulled and tugged against his living restraints but to no avail.
The writhing tentacle around Will’s torso continued its movements and to Will was horrified when he began to understand the purpose behind those movements. It was as if the thing were looking for an opening; a place to burrow past or beneath Will’s clothes.
“NOO!” Will screamed as he felt the first cold slimy touch of the tentacle against his bare skin. The thing had simply buried itself down his britches!
Will shrieked as he felt it twist and twine and begin to coil around his wilted manhood.
“STOP!” Will cried.
“Beautiful, Mr. Turner!” replied Jones. “Now let us not over extend that sweet voice before the climax.”
Will barely grasped the horror of yet another tentacle reaching for him as he dealt with the hideousness of one of the tentacles wrapped around him burrowing in between the buttons of his shirt to curl around his chest. Will shuddered at the slimy coolness of the textured tentacle draping itself around him. Then an odd sensation stirred him. There seemed to be some sort of rhythmic pulse around his chest.
For a moment Will was grateful for the mystery. It distracted him from the tentacle still coiling and stroking his manhood. Yet, Will’s sanity nearly broke as he realized the sensation was that of his nipples being sucked. It felt as if two mouths had attached themselves over his little nubs and were nursing him. Will didn’t need to see beneath his shirt to realize the tentacles had little suckers and they were the little mouths nursing on Will.
Will threw his head back to scream in horror only to find a new tentacle quickly wrapping itself around his face. The tip slid easily into his mouth and gagged him. Will tried to scream or bite but only succeeded in choking.
Even as Will fought for air another new sucking sensation assaulted Will. The tentacle that had slid down his britches and around his rod was now using its little suckers to aid in stimulating his manhood.
Tears streamed from Will’s eyes as he felt his body respond past his own revulsion and horror. The stimulus of the little “mouths” and the stroking and coiling were too much. Will could feel his cock hardening even as he silently begged and pleaded for this nightmare to end.
Will’s silent pleas were only answered by more horrors as he felt the final tentacle wrapped around his torso begin to move. Dear God, Will thought. What…where…
This tentacle also burrowed its way down Will’s britches; only it burrowed down the back. Will bucked which only gave the tentacle in the front of his pants more purchase. No! Oh God No!I Will silently screamed as he felt the too familiar slimy coolness make its way down his backside and begin to burrow once again.
JACK! Will’s mind began to frantically call. JACK!!!! Will silently prayed for rescue as the tentacle moved in the cleft of his ass and down to circle his puckered opening.
The tentacle working Will’s manhood was talented and had nursed and stroked him to full hardness despite his horror. He could feel part of the tentacle wrap tightly around the base of his balls even as he felt ten little “mouths” continue nurse and pulse all up and down his rod with a special eleventh suckling at the drips of precum working its way out of Will’s slit.
“Ye taste of innocence, fear, want, revulsion and misery,” Jones practically sang over his wild tune. “I am so going to enjoy drinking you down, boy, until you’re numb and have no flavor left! Pray for your father’s sake it takes a long, long time!”
Will tried to scream as he felt the tentacle at his back side begin wiggle and squirm working its way past his hard ring. Tears of pain and horror flowed down Will’s cheeks as he felt the cool slime that was Jones work its way inside of Will.
The music pounded around Will and he felt cold. Will felt cold where Jones touched him; inside and out. Yet the sucking sensations across his nipples and his cock didn’t stop and part of him ached and burned. Will was going mad torn by his own body’s response and his overwhelmed psyche. He was almost grateful for the part of Jones that gagged him. The gag kept Will from betraying himself completely by begging Jones to finish this trial one way or another.
The tentacle inside of Will pulsed, stretched and searched and then touched upon something that sent Will’s world white. Will once again tried to scream and buck.
“That’s it lad. So close now!” laughed Jones.
Will was lost in dread and a perverse pleasure as part of the tentacle settled over that spot inside of Will and began to suckle. Will bucked and thrashed incoherently. He choked on the tentacle in his mouth as he tried to scream and cum. The tentacle over Will’s ballsac and his rod tightened preventing his release.
“Now sing, Mr. Turner!” order Jones as the tentacle gagging Will withdrew and Jones pounded wildly on the keyboard.
Will screamed and shrieked as he body bucked and sought release against the white oblivion. Jones laughed at the music he was pounding out of both instruments; the organ and Will. As the music reached his climax, Jones loosened his hold on Will’s balls and rod. Will shrieked even louder as he came in a powerful painful orgasm.
Jones clever little suckers drank down each drops of seed spurting forth from Will’s cock even as another tentacle moved over Will’s face drinking down his tears. Over and over Jones stroked and pulsed in and over Will past the point of pleasure back into pain.
Over and over Will screamed until his voice was barely a whisper. Finally the music began to gentle and grow quiet. All at once the tentacles binding and stroking Will were suddenly withdrawn.
Will dropped to the floor in an exhausted and shattered mess.
“That’s one lifetime, Mr. Turner,” Jones said as he finally turned around and looked at Will. “Come back when you are ready to pay for another one, that is if you think your father’s worth it.”
Will forced himself to look up at Jones. Will wanted to curl up and die. He wanted to run and hide. I want Jack to make it all go away, a small part of him whispered.
Instead Will made a silent vow. Tonight I will get that key. I will never spend another night’s service to this monster and most of all my father will NOT serve even ONE lifetime on this ship.
Jones met Will’s gaze and laughed. “Let yourself out, boy, when you are ready.”
Then the monster turned back around to his infernal organ and played another tune.
-finis-
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Date: 2006-11-12 08:08 am (UTC)disturbing and hot...
tentacle sex is just so wrong but the idea of the suckers...
inspired.
Thank you
Date: 2006-11-13 12:33 am (UTC)I too find tentacle sex..just so wrong...but the idea of poor will and Davy Jones...and that damned organ...*shudder*...
And I wanted it to be just what you describe..distrubing, intense...with that unbidden bit of eroticism
I do have a dark side...and I like dark fic...so this was a bit of try at it.
sr
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Date: 2006-11-12 10:16 am (UTC)eek..
Date: 2006-11-13 12:35 am (UTC)This was me letting my darker muse have a bit more reign.
sr
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Date: 2006-11-12 12:27 pm (UTC)I missed seeing the second PotC at the cinema, but I had heard a description of Davy Jones. When it finally does come out on DVD and I get to watch it, I suspect this story will still be with me. Powerful stuff and deeply scary. I'm feeling a bit grossed out - need to read chapter 27 of Breaking Free, that will make me feel better, won't it?
Well done.
eek...
Date: 2006-11-13 12:37 am (UTC)sr
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Date: 2006-11-12 07:14 pm (UTC)thank you...
Date: 2006-11-13 12:40 am (UTC)sr
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Date: 2006-11-12 07:17 pm (UTC)Thanks
Date: 2006-11-13 12:41 am (UTC)Glad you like.
sr
Re: Thanks
Date: 2006-11-13 04:52 am (UTC)Please just let me know if you submit the story or if you'd prefer for me to do it.
you said you just submitted the story but it's not showing up on my validation page.
Re: Thanks
Date: 2006-11-13 05:35 am (UTC)Sorry about that.
sr
Re: Thanks
Date: 2006-11-13 05:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-13 02:36 am (UTC)I'm so grossed out, weirdly turned on, and just overall impressed. Awesome job.
Thank you
Date: 2006-11-13 03:10 am (UTC)Thank you again for your comments.
sr
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Date: 2006-11-13 09:05 pm (UTC)Thank you
Date: 2006-12-22 02:53 am (UTC)Yes...this story was dark....my dark muse enjoyed it.
Hope you are doing well.
sr
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Date: 2006-12-07 01:05 am (UTC)Wow. Creepy and well done.
Thank you
Date: 2006-12-22 02:54 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked. My dark muse really wanted to come out and play with this one. I'm glad it came out but creepy and distrubingly hot. :)
sr
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Date: 2006-12-12 02:24 pm (UTC)Romanse
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Thank you
Date: 2006-12-22 02:54 am (UTC)sr
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Date: 2007-01-02 08:44 am (UTC)brilliant fic!
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Date: 2007-04-11 12:02 am (UTC)Thank you
Date: 2007-04-11 03:54 am (UTC)Hopefully...one of these days my muse will come back to the POTC fandom to play. :)
sr
OMG
Date: 2007-06-06 04:56 pm (UTC)It's so damn hot and erotic. Your writing is great, too.
A guilty pleasure indeed. :)
Very well written. ^^b
Re: OMG
Date: 2007-06-13 03:45 pm (UTC)sr