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Jisung had been tied to the mast of the pirate ship for several hours now and was almost positive at this point that the captain of the ship was playing with him.
The sun was hot overhead, beating down on Jisung’s skin that had already been tanned from the hours and days and months he had spent in the company of blue, cloudless skies. He could feel the heat simmering on his arms, no doubt his skin would turn red and angry eventually - it was too direct and hot on his neck. He squinted up at the clear blue sky - not a single cloud in sight to offer him assistance. His eyes burned after only a few seconds of looking up, so he looked back down at the wooden deck beneath him and tried to shift himself so that his hair gave his face some coverage. His ass was completely numb from sitting in the awkward position for way too long, and his legs were bent and stiff.
And everyone was completely ignoring him.
Why he had been the only prisoner the pirates had grabbed that had gotten this treatment - tied up and put on the deck as a spectacle while the rest of the men on his crew had been thrown somewhere underneath, in the belly of the ship - he had no fucking idea. He kept trying to tell them he was just a soldier like the others - he wasn't worth anything! But, they ignored his cries as they tied his wrists and ankles and then put him up against the mast for good measure. Jisung had struggled at first, screaming at them to let him go, but he gave up after the first hour had passed. Now, his throat was raw and he was so fucking thirsty.
He never imagined that the way he would die would be on a pirate ship - captured for no damn reason - at the hands of a bunch of men.
When his ship had seen the black flags being flown on the ship that was gaining on them, they had immediately panicked. He heard a name being thrown around, whispered between fellow soldiers and higher-ups alike, that seemed to be absolutely terrified of whoever was on this ship. "Captain Lee” was the name whispered across the boat as they scrambled to figure out how to work the cannons - half of them were newbies picked up at the last port - and the people who had guns and swords drew them with shaking hands.
Again, why the hell Jisung had been grabbed, he had no idea.
The man who had grabbed him had an easy moment to slit his throat and throw him overboard like he’d seen done to dozens of other men onboard - Jisung had never learned to use a sword and had flung it out with terrible form. Rather than stab Jisung, the man had crushed his hand until he screamed and released the weapon, and grabbed him by the back of the neck. Jisung didn’t even struggle as he was marched on board the pirate ship.
Now, after watching the captain and his crew, he fully understood why people had been terrified of the pirate captain even if they only knew his name.
The man walzed around with loud, steel-toed boots banging on the wood, yelling orders at people in a loud, sure voice. At first, Jisung had thought he looked way too young to be the captain of a pirate ship - his face far too pretty, hair too soft looking where it fell over his forehead from beneath the hat he wore, with sparkling earrings dripping from his lobes that caught the sun every time he moved his head. There were frills at his neck and wrists that contrasted greatly with the intensity of his features. The scowl he wore with narrowed eyes, feline and dark, made every man on the ship race to do as he asked without question - even though the majority of them were taller, wider, and overall bigger than him. Hell, Jisung was pretty sure he would be taller if they stood side by side, or at least eye level.
The captain’s right hand man was the most peculiar person on the ship thus far - a short, stocky man with light, caramel brown hair who held a notebook between his hands and whispered to the captain as he followed him around. He jotted things down every once in a while, and every time they passed Jisung, still tied to the mast - while Captain Lee would ignore his entire existence - he would nod and bow to him quickly.
On the captain’s dozenth walk past him - at this point it felt very purposeful, giving him a glimmer of hope at being released or even acknowledged each time - Jisung got truly irritated and thunked his head back against the mast a few times, wondering if he could hit his head hard enough to knock himself out. When he decided that, no, he would in fact like to be awake if they were going to dump him overboard, he just shut his eyes and breathed deeply, trying not to pay attention to how dry his mouth was, how little feeling he had in his hands or feet, and how much his stomach churned and growled at him.
He must have had his eyes closed for longer than he realized, his neck slumped over to the side as he felt his dizzy brain begin to doze off. He suddenly heard a gasp and a, "oh fuck did he die?" before the shuffling of feet nearby. He felt a hand under his nose, testing for his breathing, and another by his throat. He blinked his eyes open and glared up at the pirate who was staring at him in concern.
"I'm not dead," he growled at the man, not sounding nearly as intimidating as he wanted to with how sore his throat was.
"Oh thank God," the man breathed in relief, grabbing his chest as though to calm his racing heart. "Please don't die."
"I can't really control that," Jisung huffed at him. He squinted up at the man as he stood, shocked at how fucking tall he was. He also had a bit too handsome of a face to be a pirate - with black hair peeking out from under a bandana tied around his head. He looked strangely young - strangely innocent with downturned lips and soft, white skin. "Get me some water and I might try to stay alive for a bit longer."
"Did they not give you water?" The man looked surprised.
"No one has spoken to me for hours," Jisung snapped.
"Alright, alright," the man muttered, putting out a hand, "stay."
"I was actually planning on popping over to town for a bite to eat," Jisung hummed, getting a glare in response for his quip.
The man was back in moments with a cup of water, trying to feed it into Jisung's mouth, but the water always seemed to be just a bit too far away, or near drowning him. "Can you please just untie me?" Jisung complained. The man glanced around before shaking his head and continuing to feed him water.
The man abandoned him again after that, probably assuming there was a reason no one was interacting with the prisoner.
It wasn't until the sun began to go down that he walked over to where Jisung was, again, beginning to fall asleep. He kicked Jisung's foot that was tingling painfully with pins and needles until he glanced up at the pirate. "I was told to come and get you."
"Oh joy," Jisung snorted, watching the pirate carefully as he began loosening his bonds.
Jisung groaned loudly, aware by the look the man gave him that it was verging too much on pleasure, but he didn't care. He shook his hands and stretched his legs, massaging his skin until he could finally feel his hands and feet again. He had never felt so much pain from lack of blood flow before - usually the tingling feeling went away in just a few moments, while this took him several minutes to be able to move again. The man just watched him the entire time, his eyebrows raised at Jisung.
"What's your name?" The man asked suddenly.
"Jisung," he muttered.
"Were you being serious when you told the captain you weren't worth anything?"
"Not a pound," Jisung rolled his eyes. "I'm a bastard son, haven't seen my parents in years and I was a newbie to the British military with absolutely zero training. No one is going to come looking for me or pay you for my safe return."
"Damn," the man breathed.
"Sorry to disappoint," Jisung sighed as he moved his legs beneath him, standing up on extremely wobbly legs. He leaned heavily against the mast, breathing sharply as he almost immediately rolled his ankle and fell to the floor again. The man reached out a hand to steady him, but didn't actually touch Jisung at all, his hands hovering a safe distance away.
After several moments of Jisung stomping the feeling back into his limbs, he grumbled as the man immediately began tightening the yards of rope around him again - he might have escaped the mast, but these people still didn’t want him getting away for some fucking reason. "Where are we going?" Jisung asked as he tried to take a few steps on his own legs, immediately tipping against the mast again as he still wasn't totally stable. He never knew so many hours sitting in the same place could fuck up his body this much.
"The captain asked for you to come to his room," the pirate breathed, looking at Jisung's wobbly legs in concern.
"Fuck off," Jisung snapped. "I'm not letting a pirate touch me."
The man pursed his lips, looking a bit irritated at Jisung's words, but not saying anything in response. The pirate grabbed him - more aggressive than he would have expected - and shoved him forward toward the steps that led down into the ship.
Steps were much harder to walk down than the straight deck of the ship. Jisung nearly face planted, only saved from the injuries by the man’s grip on the ropes tied around his torso.
Was this entire fucking boat filled with handsome people? Jisung almost gasped at how good-looking the guard at the captain's door was. The man raised an eyebrow at his noise and Jisung made a motion to his hurt legs to save himself the embarrassment. He was only a bit taller than Jisung, but his face looked like one Jisung should have seen on stage at the theater - he was so pretty with his plush lips and bright eyes - even if they were narrowed at him. Jisung was fascinated by how many piercings and tattoos the man had - jewelry hanging all over his ears and a bar even shoved through his eyebrow, with art decorating all the way up his arms and Jisung could see the edges of several on his chest.
The man was staring Jisung down, looking at him like he was a sack of meat, as Jisung took in how good-looking he was. The man's eyes grazed over him, seeming to pause at his chest and face, before nodding. The two pirates looked at each other, almost completely ignoring Jisung's existence as they spoke.
"Captain told me to bring the prisoner to his room," his pirate said, putting a hand on Jisung's back to push him forward slightly. "Should I wait here to bring him to the cells?"
"I doubt Min is going to send him to the cells," the guard hummed, crossing his arms and tilting his head. "The prisoners down there right now would eat this kid alive."
"Then what's he going to do with him?" The man asked, furrowing his brow.
The guard's face split into a grin that Jisung wouldn't have expected from him - the smile making him look much softer, younger. "You're so cute, Jeongin-ah," he cooed, reaching over to grab the pirate's face in a grip that seemed a little rough for a nice gesture. Jisung watched them, wondering if he was missing something. "You really are too innocent to be here." The man beside him - apparently named Jeongin - glared at the guard as he pulled away from his tight grip on his chin. The guard waved a hand at him, “you can go, I’ll bring him in and do whatever Min says to with him.”
Jeongin just nodded once before releasing Jisung. He glared as he watched the man march straight back up the stairs, slightly offended that he would just leave him to the wolves like this.
Jisung gasped as he was grabbed again - he could feel the bruises already digging into his skin from the last several hours, but new ones would bloom where these men manhandled him around. The guard set a solid, cold palm on the back of his neck, holding him in place with fingers digging into the sides of his throat, making his head swim, as he knocked and called out, “I’ve got your prisoner, Min!”
The doors opened only a moment later and Jisung was shoved unceremoniously into the warm room.
The captain's quarters were huge - way too big compared to how small the rest of the living quarters must be. The captain was standing at his desk, looking down at a map that was opened there, and his right hand man was standing in front of him, seeming to be pointing something out. Captain Lee looked up at their arrival, his hat was off to show dark hair, lightened slightly by the sun to have an almost-brown sheen, and his jacket was hung over his chair. With just his white undershirt - opened several buttons down his chest, which is where Jisung’s eyes locked on, of course - and black slacks, he looked even younger than he had earlier. He also looked absolutely exhausted for the brief moment he glanced over at Jisung before clicking his features into place. He straightened instantly, taking on the intimidating aura that he had had earlier.
“Ah,” the captain said, his voice much quieter than it had been when Jisung heard him yelling orders above deck. He made no move to come closer to Jisung and his guard, and his eyes just trailed over Jisung’s form where he stood quietly.
“Why is he here?” The right hand man asked, his eyes wide as he looked at his captain.
“I asked for him to be brought here,” the captain said simply, rolling up the map that they had been looking at. Jisung thought he saw marks on it - perhaps where they were planning to go next, or, maybe, where they had already been. He moved slowly, almost lazily, movements showing that he answered to no one’s call, he expected others to wait for him.
Once the map was neatly stored away, the right hand man’s head bowed to not make eye contact with the captain, and the guard quietly waiting beside Jisung, Captain Lee put his hands behind his back and strolled over to where his prisoner stood.
Jisung confirmed that he was right - he was exactly eye level with the captain that had terrified so many people on the British ship. He didn’t even need to tip his chin up at all. His crew would be shocked to know this brutal pirate captain was the same size as their crewmate they constantly picked on for being tiny.
The captain must have noticed the same thing because when he glanced over at the guard with a raised eyebrow, Jisung was suddenly shoved to his knees. He cried out as the guard shoved him down, using the harsh grip to his neck to force his head into a bow so he could stare at the steel-toed boots in front of him. He thought the man might shove him down even further, his cheek to the wooden ship's floor, but Jisung held himself up on his knees.
"Ah, you look much better like that," the captain said, his words getting a laugh from the guard above him.
Jisung narrowed his eyes, trying to move to glare up at the captain, but the grip on his neck was too strong. He watched as Captain Lee paced in front of him, his hands clasped behind his back.
"You told my men that you aren’t worth anything," the man hummed, sounding as though he was considering the words that must have been transferred to him from Jeongin hours ago.
"I'm not," Jisung confirmed, grinding his teeth together to keep from snapping profanities at the captain. "You're not going to get any ransom for me - you might as well just kill me now."
The captain stopped in front of him again, his shoes pausing in Jisung's line of sight. "I never said I was taking any of your crew hostage for money," the man laughed. "I asked my men to hold you at the mast because I thought your face was pretty," the captain said. Jisung watched as his shoe was raised, hooking on Jisung's chin and tipping his face upward. He had to crane his neck slightly, making him wince as he stared up at the man. "Such pretty eyes," he arched a single eyebrow down at Jisung.
Jisung swallowed thickly, heart thundering in his ears as he tried to get a read on the other’s expression - but, no matter how long he held the man’s eye, he couldn’t figure out what he was thinking. He couldn’t tell if it was truly a compliment or if the captain was going to scoop his ‘pretty eyes’ out with a spoon.
"I don't care about getting any money for you," the pirate hummed, tilting his foot to one side, making Jisung's face tilt in one direction and then the other. "I wanted an addition to my crew."
"I'm not a pirate," Jisung snapped, glaring at the captain.
"You don't have to be," the captain seemed to purr, his voice low and smooth. "I'm not looking for someone to work on the ship - I want someone to clean my quarters, organize my things, get me food as I want it, and warm my bed-" Jisung's eyes went wide, his cheeks instantly coloring. "-I'm not looking for a pirate - a British soldier would actually be preferred as you know far more about cleanliness than the creatures on this ship."
"Are you a sodomite?" Jisung blinked in confusion - the only part of the entire conversation that stuck in his head was "warm my bed," of course.
Jisung had heard of men on ships bedding each other - he had even witnessed two men furiously kissing behind some crates on the British ship - and had heard pirates partake in it far more than regular men do, because of how long they are out at sea, and how dangerous it is for them to come and stop on land. Jisung had been baffled at the idea of someone needing to have a lay so badly that they would fuck another man - it was completely unheard of where he had come from. But, apparently, this man had kidnapped him to make Jisung his bitch.
"Haven't you ever heard about pirates?" Jisung could have sworn he saw a slight uptilt at the corner of his lips - more a sneer than a real smile.
"I would rather you just kill me," Jisung deadpanned, blinking his big eyes up at the man.
That startled a laugh out of the guard beside him, who quickly fell silent without the captain even needing to look at him. Captain Lee went on as though there had been no interruption, "You would rather I kill you than keep you in my bed? Why? Are you a God-fearing Brit?"
“No,” Jisung shook his head. “I just don’t want to.”
The captain seemed taken aback by his blunt answer, his eyes blinking rapidly as though trying to understand the words Jisung just said. The right hand man behind him also looked stunned, and Jisung vaguely felt the guard's grip loosen on his neck as though he almost forgot what he was doing.
"You don't want to?" the captain repeated.
"Yeah," Jisung nodded as best he could. "I don't want to do any of that - so you can just kill me."
"Wow," he heard the guard breathe behind him. "This guy's got balls."
"Can you just put me down in the cells or something and drop me off at the next port?" Jisung asked hopefully.
"The men down there would rape and beat you until you were dead," the guard laughed.
"Unless you would prefer that," the captain hummed.
Jisung glared up at him through his lashes and the hair that had fallen into his face - too long from being away from land for so many weeks. “I will not be your maid or your bitch - I’m worth nothing to you, so you have no use for me.”
“I don’t think you’re in any position to negotiate with me,” Captain Lee said, eyes roving over Jisung’s position, still knelt with his head shoved down awkwardly.
“Let me and my crewmates go,” Jisung said, trying to put as much confidence and anger into his voice as he possibly could. When it was obvious the captain wasn’t going to grace him with a response, Jisung spat out, “go to hell.”
“You have quite the mouth, don’t you?” Captain Lee asked, his voice so quiet, void of any anger he should have been feeling toward Jisung’s blatant disrespect. “I know how we can fix that.” He waved a single hand and said, “come.”
Jisung yelped as he was hauled to his feet by a grip on his shoulder, pulling so hard he thought the guard might dislocated the joint entirely. He stumbled as he was shoved, knees hitting the floor hard as he was unable to steady himself without the use of his hands, still tied up with his torso. He was pulled up onto his feet again by the guard, groaning in pain as he was dragged along, his legs tingling with blood flow still trying to reach his toes.
He was aware that they were walking back up to the deck, the stairs sliding beneath his feet. He hit them hard with his hip, nearly busting his forehead on another as he fell, but the guard’s hands kept him from face planting entirely. He glanced over at the guard, his pretty face hardened as he tried to keep up with his captain who was several paces ahead of them.
At another wave of his captain’s hand, the guard shoved Jisung onto the hard wooden planks beneath their feet, letting his cheek hit the ground hard this time. Jisung’s vision danced with little black spots at the solid knock to his head, making him grunt in pain.
“Hyunjin.”
Jisung’s head cleared enough for him to see the captain twirl a finger around. He thought the guard must have worked with this guy for a long time if he could understand his near-silent orders so easily, because the blonde man was marching away only a moment later.
“Wha-?”
Jisung groaned as the captain’s boot rested on his chest, slowly pressing down hard as he gazed down at his prisoner. Jisung stared up at him, unable to even make himself glare, he could only try to calm the anxiety in his chest and try to hold back the panicked tears threatening to show themselves.
“Are you going to play nice for me?” the pirate captain asked, his head tilting to one side as though curious.
“Fuck you,” Jisung whispered back.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’,” the other hummed, leaning his weight onto his foot that pressed even harder down onto Jisung’s sternum.
“Please let me go,” Jisung groaned as the weight felt like it was crushing the air from his lungs.
“Are you going to walk nicely back to my quarters and let me fuck you in the comfort of my bed?”
Jisung swallowed dryly, eyes round at the words. “N-No, what the fuck?” He sputtered. “I want you to let me go.”
“That’s not one of the options,” Captain Lee hummed.
“Minho!”
The captain’s head raised at the call of the name - it must be his own - and his eyes narrowed at the right hand man who had appeared beside them. “Chan,” the captain - Minho - sighed airily. “What’s the problem?”
“Is this really necessary?” the right hand man - Chan - asked.
“Would you rather I waste such a pretty face and throw him to the sharks?” Minho arched an eyebrow in question. “He either stays here with me or he dies in the water.”
“I’ll take my chances with the sharks,” Jisung snapped.
“Ah,” Minho shook his head, “those weren’t your options, they were mine when deciding what to do with you.” Jisung hissed as the man leaned forward until nearly all his weight was being pressed into Jisung’s lungs. He was suddenly terrified his ribs were going to snap as the captain leaned close to his face. “Your two options are to be a good little bitch and go back to my room where you belong, or I fuck you out here in front of my crew.”
Jisung’s eyes went even wider, if possible, as he immediately started struggling. “No!” he yelled as he bucked his hips, thrashing back and forth, trying to dislodge the man’s boot from his chest. He kicked his legs out fruitlessly, wriggling his arms and shoulders to try to get himself out of the tight knots around his torso - the ropes digging into his skin so deep, he was sure there would be burns and blood beneath them if he was ever untied. “Let me go!”
“I’ve given you your two options,” Minho hummed.
Jisung suddenly became hyperaware of the gathering of men around him. He heaved breath after breath as he craned his neck to look around at the crew that had left their stationed and circled around them. Jisung felt like he was in a fight ring, like he had seen boys do at school when he was younger. The men around them were all watching, waiting for entertainment.
A moment later, the guard - Hyunjin - appeared beside Minho again, nodding just once to tell him he had done as was asked of him.
“Should we have Seungmin on hand?” Chan asked, his face harder than Jisung had seen it previously - his jaw was clenched and he swore he could see the muscle flexing in his throat as though struggling to hold himself back.
“Sure,” Minho said pleasantly, turning a sneer on the other, “have him on hand to patch the boy up if he gets himself hurt.”
Chan just bowed his head once before turning and rushing through the crowd of men and out of sight.
“Last chance,” Minho whispered, turning back to lean down even more toward Jisung who was struggling to breathe beneath his boot.
Jisung glared up at the other, and used the strength he could find under the crushing weight to crane his neck forward enough to spit in the man’s face.
Shouts of shock echoed around them, but they faded into a dull buzz in Jisung’s ears as his eyes latched onto Minho’s face - eyes shut and teeth clenched as he took a long, deep breath.
“And that,” Minho said, voice eerily calm as he wiped a hand down his face, staring at the saliva that gathered on his palm. “That is how you get yourself hurt.”
Jisung had only a moment of relief, finally able to pull in a long, deep breath as the boot was removed from his chest, before he was crying out in pain from a harsh hand in his hair, wrenching his neck up. He could hear the cheers and laughter around him from the pirates that had gathered as he was forced to scramble to his knees.
He shook his head, trying to dislodge the captain’s grip on his skull, thrashing back and forth until his neck was wrenched backward and he was forced to look up at the other. The captain had been strangely calm since Jisung had arrived, but now, his face was twisted in anger. Those dark, cat-like eyes looked ready for murder as they gazed down at him.
He got another moment of relief, the hand leaving his head where it felt like they had been about to rip the locks from his skin, before he was screaming as he was backhanded across the face.
Jisung felt his skin split, the spot immediately warming in pain from the hit - made far worse by the rings the captain wore on his hand.
Jisung glared up at him, keeping his dignity by not falling over at the first blow. He licked his lip and the inside of his cheek that had torn, tasting the blood there.
Minho cupped his chin, holding his face roughly as he whispered, voice still calm and nearly sweet even as his eyes were narrowed, “last chance, sweetheart - we can do this in my quarters or out here with everyone.”
Jisung sucked in a quick breath, the reality of what was going to happen truly hitting him. A part of him wanted to give in, be a good boy and agree to going back to the captain’s room to maintain his privacy - but another refused to submit to this asshole.
He said nothing, refusing to answer to the other like he wanted him to. Minho’s nostrils flared as he realized Jisung wasn’t going to speak, which was his only tell to warn Jisung of his quiet anger.
Jisung made a noise of pained surprise as Minho’s fingers wrapped around his jaw, fingers digging into the joints to be able to wrench his mouth open. Jisung immediately tried to shut his mouth, but the grip on his mandible kept it pried open.
“Alright, then let’s do something about that mouth of yours.”
His struggling returned in earnest as he watched the captain’s free hand drop to his slacks, shoving them down just enough to get out his cock.
Jisung shrieked as he tried to pull back, thrashing hard enough for Minho’s hand to slip from his jaw. He tried to throw himself backwards, tried to get to his feet, but the pirate captain was waving a hand, so casual, and calling out a single name, “Changbin.”
Jisung shook as cruel hands grabbed him from behind, holding him in place. He tilted his gaze up, staring at the man, pleading with him as well as he could with just his eyes, but the pirate didn’t even glance at him.
Jisung whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as though he could tune out everything - pretend he wasn’t here at all - if he couldn’t see it. Minho held his jaw open again, and a moment later, Jisung felt a warm, heavy weight slide over his tongue.
He choked almost immediately, trying to shake his head, to pull back, but Changbin’s strong hands held him in place with a hand in his hair and another on the back of his neck. He could feel tears already beginning to prick his eyes as Minho used the grip on his jaw to pry his mouth open further and tilt his head back even more.
Jisung’s eyelashes fluttered open as he stared up at the pirate captain who looked far too casual, far too uncaring as he fed his cock into Jisung’s open mouth. Jisung felt a panicked sob in his throat when he noticed there was still plenty of the other’s length to go.
He struggled again, trying to bite down and kick the man holding him down from behind, but both of them were far too strong for him to be able to do much of anything.
He let the sob escape his throat just before he felt the pirate captain’s dick enter it. His throat fluttered around the intrusion, gagging him and making it very difficult to suck air into his lungs.
Minho suddenly moved his hand that was gripping his jaw, his fingers sliding into Jisung’s mouth alongside his cock instead. Jisung’s eyes flicked open at the feeling of the other’s fingertips hooking behind his bottom row of teeth, forcing his mouth open even more. “Relax,” he muttered, “it’d be better for you if you relaxed.”
Jisung didn’t want to listen, but his throat was spasming over and over, trying to expel the foreign object sliding into it, and he was desperate for relief that he knew wasn’t going to come any time soon. So, he flattened his tongue and sighed out a breath, trying to slacken his mouth.
He didn’t stop choking, but Minho slid in quicker now, not stopping until Jisung’s lips could wrap around the base of him.
Jisung tried to breathe around the cock in his throat, eyes staring up at the pirate who was gazing down at him - eyes curious rather than angry now. He saw him wave a hand - a silent signal that his men seemed to understand - and Changbin was gone from behind him within a moment.
Before Jisung could move to pull away, Minho’s hands carded into the back of his hair, eyebrow arching for just a moment before his lips pulled up into a smile. Jisung had enough clarity to realize that it was a very pretty smile - the pirate really should do it more.
“Such a good boy for me,” Minho mumbled, thumb digging into the joint of his jaw just before his fingers tightened in Jisung’s too-long, dark hair.
For only a moment, Jisung thought the other might be showing his mercy as he used his grip on his skull to pull him back, but Minho’s dick was only half out of his throat before he was being pulled forward, forced to choke on the length again.
Jisung wished he had use of his hands, wished they weren’t tied down so he could grip the man’s thighs - so thick and muscular right in front of him - so he could hold on as the pirate thrust over and over again into his throat. He wanted to ground himself, wanted to hold onto something as Minho rolled his hips forward while also forcing Jisung to meet each of his thrusts.
He could barely hear the jeers and laughter around him from their audience, could barely focus on anything besides the lightness in his head, the feeling of his lip being torn open further, and those dark, nearly black eyes staring down at him, watching him. Jisung held the man’s gaze, refusing to shut them again, eyelashes clumping with the tears that were quickly dripping down his face.
Minho’s hands moved from the back of his head - one to his jaw, cupping it again and trailing his fingers through the saliva dripping from his chin, forced out of his mouth with each quick thrust, and the other to rest at the base of his neck, keeping him in place but no longer pulling him forward.
Jisung whined loudly as Minho’s thrusts sped up, digging his fingers into his thigh where they rested, head spinning from lack of oxygen.
“Come now, sweetheart - don’t you know how to use your mouth for anything but sharp words?” Minho questioned, thrust not faltering even as he spoke. “I would have thought you’d be better at this.”
Jisung glared up at the man. But, he if Han Jisung could be described as anything, it would be proud as fuck. He would rather be dead, fed to the sharks, than listen to a man he didn’t respect - but he also couldn’t just stand by and be insulted in his talents.
Which was how Jisung got to the point where he was forcing his throat to relax, and began bobbing his head to take Minho further into his throat with each thrust.
JIsung smirked to himself when he noticed Minho falter at the sudden, enthusiastic compliance of his prisoner - Jisung flattening his tongue along the underside of his shaft and licking over the length in his mouth. His thrusts immediately sped up to a brutal pace when he felt Jisung fucking swallow around him.
Jisung thought the pirate captain must be close, thrusts becoming quick and rough but erratic as though climbing up toward his climax. But, before he could taste the man’s cum, his mouth and throat were suddenly empty, letting him gasp in sudden breaths that made his lungs burn.
He wanted to whine, wanted to ask why he didn’t finish - what was the point of using his throat if he wasn’t even going to cum?
But, before he could speak, he felt a hand wrap around his throat, forcing him to look up.
Jisung’s eyes, round and teary with streams wetting his cheeks, stared up at Minho who still looked completely unfazed. He tried to swallow the excess saliva that had gathered beneath his tongue, but froze when he noticed the veins in the man’s arm - standing out so obviously beneath his skin, popping out and dark in contrast to his skin. His eyes flicked between the man’s face and those forearms, squirming where he was held.
Minho seemed to notice his faltering gaze, eyebrow raising again.
“I’m giving you another chance,” he said, voice steady, “we can continue out here, or go back to my quarters.”
Jisung’s voice was wrecked, croaky and quiet as he answered with a smile, “go fuck yourself.”
Minho’s lips tipped up at that - a smile that looked far more interested than his previous one. “Ah, but why would I fuck myself when I can fuck you, sweetheart?”
Another wave of the captain’s hand had another new man running up. He was the first one Jisung had seen since coming aboard that he felt like maybe he could take in a fight, could probably struggle away from - so he was very surprised at the blonde man’s hard grip. Jisung hissed as the ropes tied around him were undone, revealing the burns and cuts he knew would be there to the air, making him flinch in pain.
He almost debated trying to shove the man away and making a break for it - throwing himself off the side of the ship like he had been asking for just a bit ago - but now, with Minho’s eyes on him, he felt himself deflate. He let the blonde pirate haul him to his feet - still wobbly, partially from his time tied up, but now, he was sure it was also from kneeling in front of their captain for so long.
“Ah, is someone interested?”
“No fucking way, he’s hard!”
Jisung’s eyes went wide when he realized what they were saying. He hadn’t even noticed himself begin to chub up, half-hard in his linen pants that kept him from overheating while on the ship, but did absolutely nothing to hide his interest. His face flamed as the jeers and laughter got louder - making him barely register what the petite, blonde pirate was doing to him.
He could only watch as the man tied the rope around his wrists, pulling it tight enough to bite into his skin, before moving him toward the foremast that they were gathered around. Jisung let out a shaky, sighing breath as he watched the pirate tie the other part of the rope to the pole, pulling it taught so that Jisung leaned heavily on the wood.
Jisung was only just beginning to come to terms with what was coming next - knowing now just how ruthless the captain was - when he felt a familiar hand on the back of his neck. He yelped as he was shoved down, another hand pressing on his spine right in between his shoulder blades until he was bent almost entirely over.
A moment later the fingers that had been pressing between his shoulder blades were at his lips, forcing their way past and pressing on his tongue. Jisung choked again, trying to pull away from the sudden intrusion.
“It would be in your best interest to make those as wet as possible,” Captain Lee hummed from behind him, shoving his fingers beneath his tongue.
Jisung might have never been with a guy before, but he immediately picked up what the other meant.
It took all his self control to not bite down on the digits like he wanted to, especially when he began hating himself as he realized he had missed the feeling of his mouth being full after being empty for only a few moments. Instead, he closed his lips around them, letting his tongue roll over the two fingers, coating them in the saliva pooling in his mouth.
“There’s a good boy.” He could hear the smirk in the other’s voice, could hear the laughter around them as they realized he was doing exactly as the captain had asked of him. He tried to ignore it, face pink, eyes shut hard. “I can tell you’ll always be a good boy after we work on that mouth of yours.”
Jisung ignored the words, focusing instead on taking the man’s fingers deeper into his mouth, being sure to wet them from the tip practically down to Minho’s palm.
He hated the noise that left his lips as he felt Minho press himself against him. He could feel his erection pressing against the crack of his ass, the pirate’s hips rolling forward slightly to grind against him - a warning of what was to come. Jisung’s legs shook as Minho kicked them apart to be able to better stand between them.
Jisung felt the pirate’s hand leave his hair, trailing down his spine until goosebumps rose on his skin. He shivered when he felt that hand shove his shirt up his torso until it was folded beneath his arms, leaving his waist on display for the other to slide his hands over.
“Such a little waist,” he heard Minho murmur - the words so soft, he wasn’t sure if he was even supposed to hear. His next words were slightly louder, “how can someone so tiny be so defiant?”
Jisung wanted to yell at the other that they were literally the same height, but Minho’s fingers pressed hard on his tongue at that moment, choking him, before pulling out entirely. Jisung had only a quick moment to breathe before his pants were being tugged down over the swell of his ass, and wet, sure fingers were pressing on his entrance.
He tensed immediately, eyes flying open as his fingers gripped the wooden mast he was leaning against.
“Relax.”
He shivered at the words, whispered directly into his ear, the breath tickling his skin.
Jisung hung his head, forcing himself to breathe and relax enough for the pirate captain to slide the first finger inside of him.
Jisung bit his lip hard as Minho’s finger slid into him, pressing forward before retreating and thrusting back into him. The stretch was bearable, nothing like Jisung had been expecting it to feel, and he was able to fully relax after only a few moments.
The second finger was a bigger stretch, making him hiss out a breath and lean his forehead against his arms that were being held down against the mast, eyes screwing shut.
“Why are you going so easy on him?”
“Yeah, Min, just fuck him already.”
“I thought you were going to teach him who is in charge here!”
Minho’s hand paused inside of him. Jisung could feel the captain tense as he turned to face his crew with two fingers still inside of his prisoner.
Jisung groaned loudly as they suddenly crooked inside of him, his thighs shaking as a sudden brust of pleasure slapped him in the face. He tried to pull away from the confusing feeling, but Minho’s hand on his hip kept him in place.
“And who, exactly, is in charge here?” Minho asked, voice harder than it had been previously.
The pirates surrounding them went quiet. Jisung risked peeking out from where he had buried his face in his arms, cheeks red as he looked around at them. But, he didn’t have to worry about their hungry eyes on him - all of them were looking at their captain. Several of the men looked nervous, while a few looked slightly bored.
“I asked a question,” Minho said, voice raising slightly to be able to be heard by everyone.
“You’re in charge, Min,” the guard - Hyunjin - called out. The man was standing at the front of the group, arms crossed over his chest and eyes locked on Minho’s face.
“That’s right,” Minho hummed. “I am. So, I can fuck my prisoner however I please - isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Captain Lee,” a few men chorused around them in near-unison.
“Can we have him after you?”
Jisung’s heart stammered at the words, eyes immediately finding the owner of the voice - the man who had held him down as Minho fucked into his throat. He noticed he was watching Jisung now, lust covering his face. Jisung swallowed down whatever feelings were beginning to take hold of his chest as he glanced around, noticing how several men were sporting tents in their breeches.
“Should I?” Minho asked, sounding curious. Jisung gasped as he felt Minho’s fingers crook inside of him again as he spoke again, “Sweetheart. I was talking to you - should I let them have you after I’m done?”
Jisung’s eyes widened a fraction as he looked over his shoulder at the pirate captain. The man’s intense gaze was on him, looking like he was truly wondering what Jisung’s answer would be.
“P-Please… no…” Jisung whispered, shaking his head quickly.
“Ah, but I’m the one who is in charge, don’t you remember?” Minho sighed.
“Please, don’t,” Jisung said quickly, standing up a bit straighter and trying to turn to grab the man, to beg him not to let the other pirates have their way with him. He didn’t get far before a harsh hand was on his spine again, shoving him back down to where Minho had originally put him. “Please, please, don’t,” he whimpered, linking his fingers together to show Minho that he was begging.
“You’ll have to convince me,” Minho hummed, hand flexing and beginning to move again, quicker and harder this time as he thrust his fingers inside of Jisung. He cried out at the sudden stimulation, the drag now slightly dry and making his entrance burn worse than before. “Convince me to keep you for myself. Convince me to not hand you over to my men.”
Jisung nodded quickly, just once, and felt Minho’s fingers slide out of him. His heart slammed in his chest as he felt the man line up, could feel how dry he was against him - could already feel how painful it was going to be to take him.
Jisung moved quickly before the captain could hold him down, turning around and kneeling back down in front of Minho, his hands wrenched over his head from where they were tied, making the entire position uncomfortable. The pirate stared at him, looking completely taken aback by his sudden move until Jisung opened his mouth again, staring up at him pleadingly.
The captain’s eyebrows shot up when he realized what Jisung was asking for, huffing out a quick laugh to himself as he stepped forward, gripping his cock so he could press it between Jisung’s lips again. “At least you keep me on my toes, sweetheart.”
Jisung worked quickly, licking over the man’s shaft and bobbing his head to take as much in as he could. Minho did nothing - didn’t hold his head down, didn’t thrust into his throat - just let him work his cock in his mouth, slicking it up with his spit. He kept his eyes shut, knowing how red his face must be from his shame every time he remembered they had an audience - he hated that the shame was definitely turning into something else, something that was making his slight erection turn harder between his legs.
He glanced up at the other through his lashes as he pulled off of his cock, heart slamming at the look the man was giving him - he had no idea what that look meant. It scared him, but also made his cock twitch from where it was hard against his stomach.
He was on his feet again, shoved back into place, with Minho pressing against his entrance only a moment later. Jisung gasped in a quick breath at the sudden manhandling, and tried not to hold the air in his lungs as the pirate captain pushed into him.
He could feel himself shaking, trying to breathe and stay relaxed, as Minho entered him. He was expecting the other to slam into him, thrust his entire cock inside in one quick movement, but, blessedly, he took his time. The pace let Jisung slowly get used to it - get used to the burn, and the feeling of being truly full for the first time. And it was quicker than he thought for Minho’s hips to push flush against his ass.
Minho’s hands tightened around his waist, finger’s digging little bruises into the skin as he gave Jisung several moments to adjust.
Jisung cried out, quickly biting down on his own fist to muffle the noise, as Minho’s hips pulled back slightly before snapping forward into him. Jisung whined loudly, overwhelmed little ‘ah, ah’s shoved from his lips as Minho began slamming into him. His body rocked against the mast he was pressed up against, his cheek digging into the wood painfully.
Minho’s hips were hard and quick, skin slapping on skin sounding far too loud in the air between them, and his hands were harsh on Jisung’s hips, dragging him back to meet each thrust. Jisung buried his face in his arms, hanging onto the wood for dear life as he cried out with every thrust inside of him.
He gasped when he felt a firm slap to his hip, making him tense. It was the first time he heard a noise from the other - the soft groan telling him that the pirate captain was surely enjoying himself. Another slap came down on the side of his ass only a moment later, stealing a sudden moan from his lips that had his face heating up again.
Between the men watching them, the pain that seemed to quickly dull into a twisted sort of pleasure, and the harsh treatment from the pirate captain, Jisung’s head was spinning. He was overwhelmed, not sure what to feel or do, and was just focusing on feeling the other inside of him, when he was suddenly slammed into by a wall of pleasure.
He wailed at the feeling singing through his veins like an unstoppable heat, pooling in his gut and his erection that was hanging, untouched, between his legs. He couldn’t keep his noises low as Minho’s thrusts shifted to be able to hit the spot inside of him that was making him see stars. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to pull away or press into it. But, remembering Minho’s words - convince me - Jisung decided to press into it.
“Fuck,” he heard Minho murmur, his rhythm faltering slightly like it had when Jisung began participating as he fucked his throat, as Jisung arched his back and began pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts without him needing to pull Jisung back onto his cock.
Jisung gripped the wood beneath his fingertips harder, this time less to ground himself and more to shuffle around just enough to have some leverage to fuck back against Minho. He whimpered as the man continued slamming into him, that blinding white pleasure hitting Jisung with full strength every time.
He could feel the tell-tale warmth coiling in his gut, warning him of his impending orgasm that was verging on painful. He had never cum without touching himself - didn’t even know it was possible - but, as his legs shook and pulse sped up somehow faster, he could feel himself tipping over without being touched.
He screamed as he felt a hand wrap around his length - thinking for just a moment that he was being helped along into his climax. But, that hope was quickly crushed as he felt Minho’s ruthless grip tighten at the base of his cock, stalling his orgasm until it disappeared entirely.
Jisung thrashed against him as he yelled obsenities, kicking back at his shins as best he could as he tried to dislodge Minho’s fist from between his legs. He felt the man laugh behind him, the sound cutting through the sound of blood rushing in his ears.
“Fuck!” Jisung screamed, the sound turning into a whimper as Minho released him once he was sure Jisung’s orgasm had been entirely ruined. Even though he hadn’t cum, Jisung felt overly sensitive like he did when he tried to pull himself over the edge multiple times - he could feel every drag of Minho’s cock inside of him so much more, and his cock now throbbed in time with his pounding heart.
“Ah, did you want to come, sweetheart?” Minho hummed. “I don’t remember telling you that you could do that.”
“I’ll fucking kill you,” Jisung ground out between clenched teeth.
Minho laughed again, the sound far less happy and far more sardonic as his pace picked up until the man was jackhammering inside of him. Jisung moaned out quick, stilted noises with every quick thrust, his cheek digging into the mast as he’s jolted forward.
He hung his head, breathing through the frustration gathering in his throat as he felt Minho still behind him, grinding into him as deep as he could go as he spilled inside of him.
He didn’t make a single sound as he finished and the released Jisung, pulling out of him so quickly, Jisung hissed at the sudden emptiness. His legs collapsed immediately, shaking as he knelt back down. He leaned his forehead on the mast with his hands still wrenched over his head as the mocking cheers and shouts of insults started up around him as cum slid down his thighs.
Jisung thought, for a moment, that Minho was going to leave him tied there - leave him hard and leaking, pants pulled down to reveal his ass, so that his men could do what they wanted; whether that be continuing to throw taunts at him, or fucking him just like their captain had done. But, after several moments of the captain watching him trying to catch his breath, entire body trembling, he spoke with a voice so quiet, Jisung was surprised his crew immediately heard him, “Changbin, bring him back to my quarters.”
“Of course, Captain.”
Jisung let out a quick sob - mostly of irritation and embarrassment - as Hyunjin untied the rope from the mast. He left Jisung’s hands still bound as he grabbed him and hoisted him up like a sack of rice on his shoulder. Jisung shut his eyes as he was carried like he weighed absolutely nothing, back to the too-large room beneath the deck.
Minho held the door open for them, waving a hand that Changbin somehow understood, and watching as the man dumped Jisung directly on the ground beside his bed. Jisung yelped at being dropped, groaning as his head bounced off the wooden floor.
He whined and curled up, holding his skull, as Changbin left the room - leaving just him and Minho.
Jisung didn’t look up as the captain walked toward him, steps echoing in the silent space. Jisung curled up further, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to focus on calming his heart beat - rather than his erection, still hard between his legs, or the drying cum on his ass and thighs from the man who was now kneeling beside him, looking at him curiously.
“Are you okay?”
Jisung opened his eyes at that to be able to glare at him, “like you would care if I’m not.” He hated how wrecked his voice sounded - ruined first from his throat being fucked and then the screams that had been pulled from him that got lost in the endless blue of the sea.
“You’re still hard,” Minho hummed.
Jisung went even redder than before, bringing his hands up to his face to cover his cheeks.
Minho laughed - a much more cheerful laugh than before - and waved a hand at him. Jisung stared at him in question, “I’m not one of your pirates - I don’t know what this-” he waved his hand around mockingly, “-means!”
“Get up,” Minho said, a smile playing on his lips. “The ground can’t be very comfortable - come sit with me on my bed.”
Jisung watched as the man sat on the mattress, kicking off his shoes easily and leaning back on the heels of his palms.
Jisung raised his wrists up, “I’m still tied up.”
“I didn’t realize your hands being bound meant your legs don’t work,” Minho hummed.
Jisung huffed and pushed himself to his knees and eventually to his feet, wobbling only slightly before stepping over beside the bed cautiously.
Minho was smiling at him - which was quite honestly just as scary as when he was glaring at Jisung with those dark eyes - he had no idea what to expect when the pirate rested a gentle hand on his back, tugging him to stand between his legs.
“You really are so pretty, sweetheart,” Minho hummed, reaching up to cup Jisung’s jaw, running the pad of his thumb over his cheek. “What’s your name?”
Jisung blinked at the question, “Jisung.”
“Jisung?”
“Han Jisung,” he clarified, as though it mattered.
“A pretty name for a pretty boy,” Minho said, his hand trailing down Jisung’s chest and eventually resting at his wrists, still tied in rope. His rough, calloused fingers made quick work of the knots until he was able to toss the restraint to one side.
Jisung eyed him warily as he rubbed at his wrists, bruised and rubbed raw from being tied. “Aren’t you worried I’m going to attack you now or something?”
“No, not really,” Minho shrugged. “And if you tried, I don’t think you’d get very far.”
Jisung sucked in a gasp as Minho’s hands gripped his waist, tugging him closer so easily, Jisung had no doubt he’d be overpowered immediately if he tried to fight - just as Minho said.
He struggled slightly, yelping indignantly, as those hands so easily shoved him down on the mattress and manhandled him until he was on his back. Jisung’s heart rate picked up again as panic edged into his chest at Minho settling between his thighs - he wasn’t really going to fuck him again so soon, was he?
Jisung landed a foot on the pirate’s sternum, shoving at him as he hissed, “don’t fucking come near me.”
“Why not?” Minho questioned, looking genuinely confused as he gripped Jisung’s ankle and shoved it away as though it was nothing.
“You already fucked me - you don’t need to do it again!” He didn’t want to admit how sore he already felt - his ass, his hips, his back - but also how he ached at the feeling of emptiness he now noticed after being filled. He wondered if he’ll ever be able to ignore the pang now.
“I wasn’t planning on fucking you again so soon,” Minho said easily, letting his hands squeeze Jisung’s muscles as they trailed down the insides of his thighs. “But, do be prepared for it each day - your ass was far too good to not keep for myself.” Jisung blushed high on his cheeks at that. “But, no, I was going to make you come.”
“Me?” Jisung sputtered. His dick, that had calmed down to just an annoying half-hardness, perked up at that.
“I couldn’t have you coming in front of my men,” Minho sighed, “I couldn’t be that kind to you.” Jisung sucked in a startled breath as Minho shoved his linen pants down again to be able to wrap his hand around Jisung’s cock - so casual, like he had done it a thousand times before. Jisung moaned loudly as his palm immediately slid over him, wrist twisting to pay special attention to the head of his cock. “But, now, in my private dwellings - I would very much like to see what you look like when you cum.”
Jisung’s jaw dropped opened as Minho ducked down between his thighs, letting his tongue flatten against Jisung’s cock. He licked over his shaft until Jisung was properly wet before closing his lips around the head where precum was leaking from.
Jisung didn’t know what to do with his hands. He wanted to curl them into Minho’s dark hair, wanted to tug him down and fuck his throat like Minho had done to him, wanted to pat his head and call him the ‘good boy.’ But, he did none of those things, instead he dug his fingers into the sheets beneath him, tilted his head back with his eyes closed, and moaned as Minho’s mouth moved over him.
It didn’t take long, and Minho seemed far more experienced than Jisung had been - knowing exactly how to lick and suck on him to pull him toward his climax far too quickly. Jisung was already too far gone before this had even begun, on the edge of his nerves from being edged, so it was easy to bring him back again.
Jisung let his hands lace through Minho’s hair, gripping the strands as gently as he could, as he cried out and finally, finally came down the pirate’s throat.
Jisung whined, oversensitivity verging on painful, as Minho continued to lick and swallow around him, milking his orgasm as long as he could. Eventually, Jisung shoved at his head, whimpering at him to stop.
Minho looked far too pleased, licking over his lips, as he pulled away.
“Why did you do that?” Jisung breathed.
“Because you’re very pretty - so I assumed you’d be even prettier when you came,” Minho shrugged.
Jisung didn’t respond, just focused on taking air into his lungs, feeling like he had just run for hours. Minho watched him the entire time, watched as his chest and stomach heaved with his breaths. His eyes terrified Jisung.
“What are you going to do now?” Jisung whispered after too long a silence hung between them.
“Now?” Minho asked, blinking in surprise at him. “Now, I’m going to bed - the sun has set, sweetheart. I get up at the break of dawn - and I enjoy my rest.” The pirate moved to stand, and suddenly Jisung was getting an eyeful of his bare chest as he stripped his shirt over his head. Jisung swallowed thickly at the sight - eyes dragging over his torso and crushing down the urge to bite marks into the skin there. “Will you warm my bed tonight?”
Jisung’s eyes immediately flickered up to the pirate’s playful expression. He raised his eyebrows, “huh?”
“Warm my bed,” Minho hummed, “are you going to?”
“Did you not just fuck me?” Jisung asked, feeling lost.
“I mean,” Minho laughed, shoving at Jisung until he moved enough for the pirate to pull the blanket out from beneath him. “Are you going to sleep with me?”
Jisung felt like the man was playing mind games with him. “I… did?”
“Jisung, get under the blankets, shut your eyes, and fucking go to sleep,” Minho laughed at him.
“Aren’t you scared I’ll murder you in your sleep?” Jisung asked as he shuffled to shove his legs under the blanket and lay back on the much too hard mattress.
“How do you plan on doing that?” Minho asked curiously as he slid in beside the other, tugging the blanket up both of their bodies.
“I’ll strangle you to death,” Jisung said simply.
“Ah, you can choke me when we fuck if you want,” Minho hummed.
Jisung’s eyes widened as he stuttered, “wh-what? N-no! I meant-!”
Minho laughed, reaching out to cover his mouth, “go to sleep. I’m tired. I don’t feel like listening to your plots to murder me anymore.”
Jisung grumbled as he shut his eyes, “I’ll kill you when you least expect it.”
"I know."