Not all treasure is silver and gold - Chapter 7

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Chapter 1 - Pirates!
Chapter 2 - Its all true
Chapter 3 - Yes Captain
Chapter 4 - Never trust a pirate
Chapter 5 - Waking up in hell
Chapter 6 - Not that innocent


Chapter 7 - Right decision, Wrong choice


I had to hold myself steady as I followed him, quickly grabbing my hat off the table, the strange feeling deep inside my belly still burning. The ship was rocking back and forth slowly but enough to make my jelly-feeling legs buckle as I carefully placed one foot in front of the other with every step .

It was getting darker and darker as Migé put out the candles one by one behind me, making the old ship look even older and mystical in the most evil way.

I had to try to run to keep up with the Captain's fast pace and stay out of the dark as Migé only dimmed the lights the Captain had passed.

He didn't speak, nor did he look behind him to see if I was following. I knew he trusted people to follow and obey him if he asked them to do so. It was that radiating confidence that was the obvious reason he was never proven wrong. His believing it, made others believe it.

His black shirt danced around his thin frame billowing behind him caused by his fast and strong pace. It ended just above the swell of his silk clad buttocks that were brought out very well in the candle light reflecting on the fabric. I instantly moved my eyes away when I noticed myself noticing.

Looking at inappropriate body parts on a woman was not allowed and disgraceful since it could activate feelings of lust, the priest had informed me so many times. It was something I had never done...

Looking at inappropriate body parts of a man had never even been discussed, since it was too unheard of to even mention. That was something you just did not do.

But it wasn’t my fault his appearance was so unbelievably unreal and hypnotising, like witchcraft had made him this way. It wasn't my fault he had done these things to me as I had been sitting on his lap. I'd never felt that way before, and this was a forced situation.

If God would only understand. It would never happen again. I would give my life before I would sin and burn in hell. I would kill him before he could touch me again.

The sound of his footsteps almost seem to echo against the walls as we reached his beautiful room at the end of the hallway. The sound seemed so much heavier than the footsteps of a man his size should sound. It made me understand he was much stronger than his lean and delicate body appeared.

When he was asleep, I would have to get rid of him and his sinful, evil, sensual temptation that was poison to any pure soul. He brought out the devil in me and made my hands filthy with sin… and the devil needed to be destroyed.

When he was asleep I would kill him. One night, I would kill him before he could touch me again and take my innocence. Before I would be doomed to burn in hell.

I would do it, and I would do it sometime soon. If the opportunity would show itself. I would kill him, and the rest after that.

**

"So… how is it you're feelin' Bam?"

I heard him ask me as he opened the door to his cabin and made a gallant gesture to let me in first. I wish he hadn’t as I felt more exposed with his eyes burning a hole in my back.

And that question.....how could he ask me this? How did he think I was feeling? And worse was that I had to answer him to please him. Upsetting him could cost me my skin.

I had no idea what he wanted to hear from me.

"G-good, captain."

My voice was trembling and it made me winch. Why couldn’t I just speak up without acting like a three year old around him?

I didn't look at him as my back was still towards him, but instead kept standing just inside his room, one step away from the threshold. Not seeing him but not daring to turn around.

"Good?"

He sounded mildly surprised for a moment, and I gasped loudly when I felt him stepping closer and suddenly running his hand over the top of my head, playing with my dark curls before enlacing his fingers into it and yanking my head back with force. Tears sprang to my eyes from the burning pain it caused, but he kept his grip tight as he forced my head back, exposing my neck to him.

"Don't lie to me my sweet, I'm not stupid. Lets try again." He hissed aggressively against my ear, as I stood frozen in place, my eyes feeling like they were about to pop out of their sockets.

His character was as dangerous and unpredictable as the sea. It could change in the blink of an eye. He had seemed so calm with sleep before, but now he was like this wild, untamable animal again. I wondered if he could be possessed.

I knew he wanted to hear me say I was scared, and that I missed mother. He wanted to see me weak and pathetic…. at his mercy just to know his sick little games affected me just like he wanted it to.

He would use it against me, and he would be encouraged to continue messing with my head as he took great pleasure out of my discomfort. But I couldn’t lie to him since his fingers were tightened and my neck and head started to hurt really badly.

"I want to go home."

I heard myself confess with a sob as there was a silence for a moment. Before a streak of hot breath brushed my skin, coming from his nose as he sighed.

I couldn't quite place it but all I could do was be relieved as he finally let go of me. Gently his fingers loosened and started to stroke the sore spot on my scalp with his long delicate fingers. I could see his face out of the corner of my eye as I dared to turn my head a little to see what he was going to do to me. He reminded me of Lucifer, as he was looking like a angel shaped personally by God himself to the image of pure perfection, but only to be betrayed by his own servant with a heart as black as death.

His face was lit by candlelight. Bringing out the warm colours in his face. The redness of his lips, the little blush in his cheeks. The deep brown of his hair.

"Well that isn't gonna happen anytime soon Bam Bam."

His words made my stomach clench....knowing he wasn’t lying. Knowing there was a chance I would never set foot in my own house, let alone land, ever again. My hands balled into fists when I thought about my little plan. And I knew it would be my only chance of escaping. Or at least of staying out of Satan’s hands.

My head started to spin when I felt his front pressing against my back as his body heat seeped into my clothes and his hair grazed the exposed skin of my neck. His hands left the top of my head to run down my neck and over my small shoulders, down my back and to the front to firmly grab hold of my hips. Making me gasp and shiver as my entire body trembled. Maybe tonight would be too late after all. Maybe he would take my innocence before that.

I was pushed flushed against him as he forced my hips back against his pelvis to show me his still very obvious want for me still in place. I wanted to cry from all the feelings that it made rush through my body. Making me feel so weak and helpless against him.

"Oh, you're not as innocent as you'd like to be, are ya me sweet Bammie? See what you did to me." He groaned deeply and heatedly into my ear as I tried to jerk away from him. His strong hands keeping me into place as his lips traced the skin of my neck lightly while he hummed deep inside his throat. I was terrified this was it, and about what he was going to do to me as he held me in place.

I almost fainted when he didn't move for a moment, wondering what was going on in his head, and what evil plan he was coming up with. He was probably planning on what to do to me and how to hurt me in the most effective and damaging way possible.

The real shock came when his hands suddenly withdrew from my hips, and he stepped away from behind me; Leaving me standing there as he walked casually to the other side of the room like nothing horrifying had just occurred.

The bastard could make me feel like it was me who was insane. I was shaking really badly, and almost fell forward when the pressure on my hips was gone without any warning.

I was just completely stunned he had just let go of me like that and was now walking over to the wooden chest in the corner as if he hadn't just intimidated, scared me and touched me beyond belief.

I heard him opening the chest, and looked up to see he was looking for something. I feared to know what it was and prayed it had nothing to do with me whatsoever.

When he looked up, holding something in his hand, he looked back to see my frightened face with my trembling bottom lip and watery blue eyes, which made him shake his head in something that could almost be called annoyance.

"Bammie come on now, I hardly even touched you. I didn't hurt you or harm you, so for a boy being in the hands of a pirate crew you should be doing a fucking victory dance. You're perfectly fine."

His nasty words made me feel so small, as if I was nothing but a scared little coward to him all of a sudden. He almost seemed to change his impression of me every other minute as it shifted between caring for me, obsessing over me and despising me.

His words did relieve me. He truly did make me believe I was indeed overreacting a little and that nothing had happened yet, for a moment. It was how sly he was as I could still feel his fingerprints against my hips. I felt abused and beaten and alone. I was not perfectly fine in any way. He was a liar and a manipulator.

I was getting angry because of his lies, and I wanted to open my mouth to tell him just how fine I was not doing. That was before he held up the item he had taken from the chest and showed it to me with a glint in his eyes that made an electric bolt of pure sick fear shot through my body and had cold sweat running down my back within an instant.

Making me forget everything I wanted to say. It was a rope. A single rope.

But I knew it was going to be used on me.

"Now Bam, here comes the less fun part for both of us, cause I’m going to tie you to the chair. Sit." He commanded me, and I couldn’t help but feel almost…..well….offended in a way. He had wanted me so badly just seconds ago. He had been affectionate like a lover almost, and now….now I was just the boy who they had kidnapped? Now I was just a little boy he had to look after because he was stuck with me? Now I was just the hostile..

Not that I wanted him to touch me any more, because I would rather have died, but…..still…….

He had cuddled me and held me and pressed me up against him and now he just wanted to tie me to a chair like some kind of criminal.

Or had he…? No…he couldn't know about my plan could he?

"I’m sorry Bam, but since you are our little unwilling guest I can’t trust you to run around here at night. You could kill me. Or well….you could try, which is bad enough. You could hurt my feelings." His fake pout and sarcasm never made it to my brain as there was only one thing on my mind.

Had he read my thoughts? Did he know what I was thinking? Could he truly do that? My little plan to escape was destroyed, or at least delayed since tonight I wouldn't be able to get to him. I knew he wouldn't give me the opportunity to do that anytime soon. He would always be one step ahead of me.

I knew I needed to do something extremely hard and terrifying now; I needed to earn his trust. That was the only way I could get close enough.

But now I was about to be tied to a chair……and that I couldn’t handle. It would be painful and tight and just ….wrong. I already felt so out of breath and claustrophobic, and I knew I would be crying all night. And that was really, truely embarrassing. If only I could convince him not to do this to me.

Escaping didn’t even matter right now. I just wanted anything but being tied to that chair. I would have a panic attack if he did, I just knew it.

"No, please don’t….Please I…." 

But I could not finish my sentence as he simply placed his hands with the black fingernails against my chest and pushed me back gently into the chair. Forcing me to sit down.

"Shhh, No no, no talking back now Bam. Be a good boy."
He cooed, making me feel sick from being so powerless. He did not take me seriously whatsoever. I had never wanted to hurt someone this bad in my life.

I whimpered when he grabbed the rope and started to wrap it around my ankles as he kneeled down in front of me. Seeing his shiny dark hair waving in front of his face, but not enough for me not being able to see his crystalline green eyes sparkle in the candlelight, made me feel strange again. His feminine and almost childlike innocent chin almost resting on my quivering knees.

I gasped as he looked up to me with those eyes. Making me feel so week inside I would have vomited hadn’t I been too scared for him to punish me for it.

He was looking at me so intensely as I felt all the blood rushing away from my head and into my hard working heart and heavy legs. Those swollen lips that had rained butterfly kisses over my skin slightly parted, with a frown on his smooth forehead, screwing his little turned up nose.

I must have been looking really dreadful with my messy curls, my bloodshot eyes and my pale and trembling appearance next to his perfection, but again he could make me feel so naked. He went from cruel to…..caring in a way. He almost seemed to pity me.

"I feel bad for you Bam. You really don’t want to be tied up huh?" He asked me in that deep, raw accents that rolled over his tongue. He patronized me like mother would have. I could scream from the frustration it brought me.

"Y-yes Captain." And I was playing along with it, without even considering doing something else. I was so wrapped up in him as he sucked me into his head by his intense gaze.

He was so pleased, and I hated I was playing the part he had given me so well. He knew he had me in the palm of his delicate pirate hand.

I wanted to close my eyes and pray. Pray for strength and safety. For not being forced to sin. But closing my eyes would mean not seeing what he was doing. So I chose not to.

"Very good my sweet. I’ll give you a choice than."

What the choice was he left in the middle as he stood up, leaving the loose rope laying at my feet. I feared my options when I saw the sinful sparkle back into his eyes. The one he had looked at me when he had commended me to sit on his lap.

"Either spend the night on this chair being tied up with this rope…..Or, spend the night in my bed, with me. It’s that simple." He explained as if there was nothing strange about that last option. Almost seeming positive I would choose him over the chair.

What kind of sick mind would come up with this? What kind of evil creature was he that he wanted me to choose myself to sleep with him in his bed?

And I wanted to, because these ropes scared me immensely. Looking at them made alone me feel short of breath. But laying with him in the same bed, was simply not an option.

He was aroused, and he did not explain the rules of me sleeping in the same bed as him. Like only a married couple could do without being judged. I didn’t know whether he would violate me, or just let me sleep.

There was a long silence as I didn’t now what to think or how to feel, and of course the captain quickly got impatient with me.

"Come on now, I don’t think it can be that hard." He spoke while showing me his pearly white teeth with a tiny gap between the two in the front. It was so disturbing the little and new discovered imperfection in his face only made him more perfect.

He bowed forward to come face to face to me so I could smell his unique sent again as it filled my nose, and see into the low-cut shirt.

A part of his smooth and hairless chest revealed itself to me as I could look inside of it and see one rosy, dusk nipple surrounded by an artwork of sinful ink around it. It was his symbol, I could tell. The myths had been right about his artwork.

I could only withdraw the tip of my tongue as quickly and unnoticeable as it had come out to wet my lips as I looked at him. I was so in shock my body and mind were completely disconnected from each other. My eyes saw him and…….

My mind hated it.

"I pick the chair…..Captain." 

**

It actually came out more determent that I had thought it would, and I was pleased when he suddenly looked taken aback for a second. He was not used to this kind of rejection, I could tell.

His perfect shaped eyebrow was raised as he pursed his heart shaped lips together, clearly displeased. He raised himself slowly before folding his arms and looking at me over the tip of his nose.

"Really? And why is that?"

"Because laying with another man is a sin. You will burn in hell for such an action."

I sounded sure of myself, as I was hoping to scare him with my words. Only to have his frown disappearing and turning into a mocking grin.

"Ohooo, I got myself a little choirboy. You poor baby, you have no clue what this world really is about, do you? You've been brainwashed so you'll never know about life."
He laughed, speaking words that stabbed right into my heart. He was so sinful and evil and wrong. And now he was making me feel like the strange one. He mocked my beliefs and the beliefs of my family. Just threw it aside like my life was a joke.

"But I'll teach you Bammie. Don’t you worry. But just for your peace of mind, you can sleep on that nasty chair if you wish."

I didn’t know what seemed worse; Knowing in these days he was going to spill the filth that was his belief all over me until I needed to burn my soul to get it clean….or sleep in this wooden chair. But I didn't resist when he tied me to it, as I knew what my only other option would be.

He tied me up neatly, and without making the ropes too tight. Still it was very uncomfortable. But as he hummed softly underneath his breath as he did so, I knew he wasn't bothered by my discomfort in any way. As if thinking I was completely at peace now I had made this decision.

When he was done, I was tied to the chair without any chance of escaping. It was as tight as it could without it being too painful, and neatly tied together with skilled knots he had made. My arms were gently placed against my side. He neither blindfolded me or gagged me, which was a small relief.

Darkness frightened me, even more now since he was here. He was worse than the darkness.

"Comfortable?" He asked me with a smirk, making me look away.

"No Captain."

"Than you made the wrong choice."

He made a shiver run down my spine as he gave me knowing look while running his fingers along the pale and smooth skin of his long, exposed neck. His lips were moist and parted, and his curly hair was slightly damp at the line between forehead from the sweat forming on it.

I could not believe he was only sweating just now since I was almost completely drenched. There was sticky hot and cold sweat trickling down my body from the fear and the heat in the room. For some reason it had gotten warmer and warmer with every move he made.

"Now Bam, I'm going to undress, because I sleep in the nude, always. And I am no shy guy, so don’t be too scared to look." He teased me. It was all teasing. All disgusting teasing as he let his hands fall from his neck, having one hand run over his chest, while the other one had his fingers playing with his shiny, pouting bottom lip that played with the formed smile around it. He wanted to drive me insane….and he succeeded.

I didn’t know what to do with this news, only that I wanted to close my eyes and not hear or see anything going on anymore. I wouldn't look at him naked. Even though it wasn’t technically a sin. I didn’t want to see him that way. I never wanted to see him as anything other than the evil captain he was. It would please him too much.

But before I did close my eyes I noticed him bending towards me again and before I realized what was happening, he had pressed his lips against mine gently for a short moment before pulling away.

"Goodnight my love."
He whispered, before his hand reached for the hem of his shirt. It was the moment I closed my eyes firmly shut as my whole face flushed. His lips had made me tingle all over , and I realized he had just given me my very first kiss.

That thought was extremely disturbing.

A soft, sweet and gentle kiss. How dare he.

Still that two second lasting kiss made my toes curl and my head spin. But my eyes were closed. I knew he was undressing himself right now, and that he wanted me to look. He would like it too much for me to see him like that, and I didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. Plus seeing another man in the nude was of course very inappropriate.

Secretly….I was also afraid of my own thoughts when I would see him without any clothes covering that body. Even decorated by his clothing nothing failed to give away his flawless figure.

I heard the whispering of clothes falling gently on the floor as his now bare feet kissed the floor with every step. He was walking towards the bed, and I could hear he was almost done.

Almost completely bare.

When I heard the button of his breeches hit the floor, I knew that was it. My head only started to spin more as I heard him gasp very softly as he stepped out of those silk breeches that hugged his curves so sweetly.

"Oh god Bam, you gave me a little problem to take care of, you naughty boy. What if the church hears about this."
He was panting slightly as he joked so evilly, and I knew, even in my innocence, what he was referring too. The stiffness in his breeches that had not disappeared since I had sat on his lap. He was still aroused

I kept my eyes closed really tightly. I had never seen an erection before in my life. Not even my own. And today was not the day for me to see one. It was repulsive to do such a thing. I wasn’t even married yet. I was stronger than any kind of curiosity.

"Oh god, I need to come. This ain’t going away. God……."

I wish I could cover my ears too, but that was impossibly since they were tied to my body. The way his voice sounded; so dark and deep and full of passion. He was covering my skin in goose bumps, and I wish he would just stop.

He was going to pleasure himself. One of the things the church had forbidden. Did he not know that this could kill you and make you sick? It was dirty and it was wrong. Never had I touched myself, and never would I do so.

I heard him laying down on the bed as I squeezed my eyes so tight I started to see all kinds of colors behind them. I did not want to see this. I should not see this. I was not allowed to see this.

I didn’t know what he was doing, but I gasped out loud when I heard a deep moan coming from deep within his throat. The sound was so……

No, no I wasn’t listening and I wasn’t looking. Opening my eyes would be a mistake. If I could only shut out the noise.

If I could just…..

"Ohhh."

His moan made my stomach flutter and I started to wriggle on my chair. Wanting to do anything that would get me away from this situation.

"Oooh Yesss."

No please…..I couldn’t take it anymore. That voice, his panting and cursing that made him sound like he was in a state of pure bliss. It was doing things to me I did not understand. Things I had never felt before.

"Goddamn, Ohh godd…" 

His voice sounded thicker with every second, and I was wondering what he was doing to himself that made him almost sound like he was in pain.

Those moans and the sound of his naked body rubbing against the silk of his sheets. I didn’t know what to do anymore. I felt like I was ready to explode. And all I could do was sit here….

Sweat was dripping from me and soaking my body as I myself started to pant lightly from listening to him. Imagining what he was doing without being able to stop myself.

"Ohhh fuck."

It was when I heard my name from those lips that I could not stand it any longer.

"Bam, Oh Bam look at me please."

And I did.

I looked at him.

I opened my eyes and I looked. And that instant, something happened inside my body. When I caught sight of him, I couldn't stand it any longer.

Instantly I was fully aroused, and I was getting an very obvious erection in my breeches.

What I saw before me, made a moan escape from deep inside of me as I bit my lip until it bled.

What I saw was such sinful perfection it made my entire life change in that moment. 







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