Sean lay back in his bed, one hand bent behind his head, his fingers trailing over the phone on the sheets beside him in indecision. He'd looked up the fucking number so many times in the last three days that he had it memorized. Memorized but unused.

Damn pirate, he cursed silently.

Friday night, his girls had begged him to take them to see Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. Sean knew that Orlando was the main draw for them, bloody unsettling that. Orlando was, obviously, a lot younger than he was, but they were still friends, and he had seen Orlando say and do things that… well… Sean shook his head. Him having teenaged daughters was obviously God's idea of balancing the scales.

Picking the cordless phone up, he ran his fingers over the buttons, dialing the number without actually applying any pressure. Did he really want to do this? Could he do this?

While his daughters had ooo'd and aaah'd over Orlando, Sean had been transfixed by Johnny. It hadn't helped that he'd had the experience of actually being abducted and ravished by Captain Jack Sparrow, not a memory he was ever likely to forget. Every slightly effeminate drawl and sway went straight to his cock until he was squirming uncomfortably in his seat. Molly had actually noticed and told him to go to the loo or sit still.

That night his dreams had been full of pirates, chains and sex, and it wasn't any better when he was awake. He hadn't been this perpetually hard since he was sixteen when a light breeze could make him stiff. Rubbing his half-hard cock through his jeans, he moaned and threw himself over on his side. He had to do something. Wanking wasn't even taking the edge off, and he couldn't seem to make himself touch his girlfriend; it felt wrong somehow. "Lie still, love, while I pretend you're someone else and a bloody bloke to boot."

"Fuck!"

Sean grabbed a down pillow, punching it into submission as he arranged it under his head. He closed his eyes, only to open them moments later. He glared at the phone and thought about knocking it out of his sight. Instead, he picked it up and started dialing.

" 'elo." Johnny's voice was muffled and sleepy.

Fuck. Sean hadn't even thought about time differences or where in the world Johnny might actually be at the moment, considering the whirlwind Pirate's promotional tour. "Fuck, mate, I'm sorry. I'll call…"

"Sean?"

"Uhm… yeah. I was just… well… didn't think about the time… I'll call back."

"Stop!" Johnny's voice was no longer sleepy and it held the undertone of a man absolutely confident that his order would be obeyed.

Sean swallowed convulsively as his body responded. Fuck yeah, that was what he wanted. What he needed.

"Sean, I've waited for two years for you to call me. I'm not about to let you over-think this to the point of regret."

Sean's pulse raced at the admission that Johnny had wanted him to call. "Well, in that case…"

"What do you want, Sean?" Johnny's voice drawled seductively.

Sean could see the lazy, 'come fuck me' look, eyes half closed, moist lips. He moaned softly and shifted onto his back. He'd come this far. Now was not the time for half-truths. "I want… pirate," he rasped, hearing the quick intake of breath on the other side of the line.

Captain Jack Sparrow's voice purred into his ear, "You are about to be shanghaied, Captain. If you behave like the officer and gentleman I know you are, your beautiful daughters, who are currently enjoying my hospitality, won't be harmed. You'll be receiving instructions by courier this morning, but first I want a good faith gesture on your part."

"Anything."

"Are you hard for me, Captain?" the pirate asked, enunciating every syllable.

"Aye." Sean's voice had a breathless quality to it that made him flush.

"Touch yourself. I want your hard length in the palm of your hand," Johnny instructed. A soft groan confirmed Sean's compliance. "Now squeeze it. Don't stroke it, just squeeze. It's not your hand holding you, but mine. Do you understand?"

"Aye."

"Good. Let go. Until you see me, you are not allowed to touch yourself. My hands will be the next touch to make you come." The phone clicked dead.

Sean whimpered.

The courier arrived within the hour, a feat that amazed Sean. After signing for the envelope, Sean sliced it open carefully with the miniature replica of Boromir's sword Lorna had gotten him as a joke for Father's Day. A single sheet of paper, an itinerary, fell to the table. It had him leaving Heathrow at three that afternoon. The destination was a Caribbean island.

~~~~~

Sean watched the ocean get closer as the seaplane descended towards the turquoise-colored water. You could gauge the different depths by the shade of the water, the shallowest a clear green and the deepest an almost violet blue. He'd been given a small overnight case upon arrival at the small airport in the Bahamas before boarding the seaplane. Inside he found a British Naval Captain's uniform, a leather cock ring and a butt plug that made him blush and look guiltily at the young woman behind the reservation counter, but she just smiled at him guilelessly and went back to her computer.

Shifting again to find a comfortable position that didn't apply direct pressure to the plug, Sean cursed as the seaplane bounced slightly on the surface of the water, bringing the plug in direct contact with his prostate and causing a jolt to shoot through his bound cock. He started to massage the ache in his cock, but stilled his hand, remembering Johnny's instructions. God, he hoped they'd reach their destination soon.

The pilot ferried the plane to the only dock visible on the small idyllic island. Jumping out, he tethered it before turning to help Sean disembark. With a smile, he pointed to the figure coming down a crushed shell path from the center of the island. "See you in two days," he said, tipping his cap to the Brit before hopping into a small motor boat and taking off around the island.

Sean squinted into the sun. As the figure drew nearer, he recognized Johnny, dressed head to toe as a pirate, not quite Captain Jack Sparrow's costume, but damn close. Tight breeches were tucked into knee-high boots. A chocolate brown silk shirt was open to his waist, billowing as he walked. His head was bare, very un-Jack-like and Sean was happy to see that his hair was long and loose. He stood watching him approach and drew the persona he'd developed on the trip around him, frustrated father and officer, submitting to sexual coercion to rescue his daughters.

"Welcome to the Caribbean, luv," Johnny greeted with a smirk.

Sean glowered.

"Don't frown so, mate. Haven't you heard? It's bad for your skin. All sorts of awful wrinkles." He leaned forward with a conspiratorial whisper.

Sean couldn't help the laugh that escaped. When Johnny smiled in return, he guessed that they hadn't begun their game. "Where are we?"

"Isla de Deseo. Turn around please," Johnny instructed. Removing a pair of leather cuffs from the bag he was carrying, he began to efficiently buckle them to Sean's wrists, attaching a chain to each cuff and letting it hang.

"Won't someone see us?" Sean asked, looking around nervously.

Johnny winked. "I own this place, mate. Haven't you ever heard that real estate is a good investment?"

"Yeah, but most people don't run out and buy their own island."

"True, however, I've never been accused of being most people. Now, enough chatter." Johnny gathered up the chains, stretching Sean's arms behind him and lifting just higher that what was comfortable, forcing him to lean forward and walk slightly off balance. "To the villa, Captain," he ordered, snapping Sean into his role and starting to walk.

The villa stood at the center of the island, surrounded by a high wall covered with flowering vines. "Bougainvillea," Johnny provided, knowing Sean's love of gardening. "It grows like weeds all over the island." The structure itself didn't have any doors other than the outer gate in the wall. Breezeways connected all the buildings and the soft sea air blew through the courtyard.

Marching Sean to a small building set apart from the others, Johnny unlocked the chains, raising Sean's arms above his head and locking him to a heavy iron ring just inside the door. "Welcome to your new accommodations, Captain Bean."

Sean held his tongue as he imagined his character would do in such a situation, sizing up his kidnapper and the room he was to be held in. It was about ten meters square. A large bed occupied one wall and a dark armoire stood opposite. There were rings like the one he was tethered to in various locations and heights around the room, including the ceiling over the bed.

Apparently his eyes had lingered just a moment too long on the ring above the mattress and Johnny's eyes narrowed speculatively. "Want to know what that is for Captain?"

"Not particularly. What I want is to know the whereabouts and well-being of my daughters," Sean snapped. "You promised they would be released if I followed your instructions."

"So I did." Johnny rolled his body across Sean's front as he walked past. "They are in another one of my 'guest' houses, tended by my housekeeper. I assure you they are quite well. If you'd rather at any point that we switch, one of them for you… here in this room… all you have to do is say so."

Sean clenched his teeth. "And their release?"

"Will happen just as soon as you are through following my instructions. That was our accord, was it not?" Johnny smiled smugly, stepping easily out of Sean's reach as the taller man growled and lunged for the pirate.

"Ah, ah, ah, Captain Bean, I know you can follow orders better than that. Especially when your lovely daughters' welfare is at stake," Johnny reproached. "Did you so hate our last encounter?" he drawled, stepping closer to the officer's side.

Sean stared straight ahead. It mattered not what he said. He could deny it, but they would both know it was a lie, so he preferred to hold his silence and his pride.

Johnny raised a ring-covered hand and slid it down Sean's chest, curving around to his hip and down onto his thigh. "I remember every sculpted inch of you, Captain. If I had the talent, I could sculpt you with my eyes shut. Have you not thought about me at all?" His hand hovered at Sean's hip, almost but not quite touching the erection trapped by leather and uniform.

Sean bit his lip, but Johnny was a patient man. "Don't you want my touch? I won't deny you. Meet me half way," Johnny tempted, so close that his breath tickled Sean's ear.

The muscles in Sean's jaw jumped as he tried to keep from moving. Johnny's eyes glowed knowingly, and he rubbed his own erection against Sean's hip with a wanton moan.

Sean growled, spinning with lightening speed. Using the chains to help his momentum, he pinned Johnny's body against the wall, trapping his hand between them, cupped over his cock as he ground relentlessly into the slender pirate. Johnny simply used his free hand to pull Sean's head down for a kiss. The Englishman took control of that, too, crushing their mouths together.

Johnny sucked greedily on Sean's tongue, rising to his toes to bring their cocks in perfect alignment. His hands moved over Sean, unfastening clothing.

The feel of Johnny's bare hand on his excruciatingly sensitive cock caused a gasp, and Sean pulled back slightly. Johnny stepped out of reach, swaying slightly, his lips red and swollen. "You taste just as I remember you. I wonder if you beg as prettily, too?"

"You seem to remember our first encounter in great detail. Do you recall the promise you made me?" Sean asked, leaning against the wall, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath.

"I'm guessing you mean the promise never to bother you again," Johnny surmised.

"That would be the one, but here we are, once again, me in chains and you the master. Is your word worth so little, Captain?" Sean made the title sound like an expletive.

"Well, you seee…" Johnny waltzed across the room, opening the armoire. The door blocked him from Sean's sight. "A pirate's word might be slightly more… flexible… than an officer in the Royal Navy's. I truly did intend to keep that promise… but something came up." Johnny leered at Sean, his eyes scanning down the open chest to the unfastened pants and the angry purpled erection sticking out of them. He winked. "You seem to be in possession of something I need. A map to be exact," Johnny explained.

"I own no maps other than those issued by Her Majesty's Navy, and I would never surrender those to a pirate."

"I beg to differ." Johnny waved a finger in Sean's face. "You do own it, though you may not realize it, and it isn't the Queen's property. It's mine. It was concealed inside of a trinket that I was assured you purchased on your last visit… perhaps for one of your lovely daughters?"

Sean's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with what he might have purchased for his daughters that could have concealed a map. Coming up blank, he argued, "Well, if I bought it for my daughters, it would be in England. How do you hope to acquire it with me and my daughters here?"

"Ahhh… well you see…" Johnny pursed his lips thoughtfully. "I was in England. In your house, as a matter of fact. That was how I came upon your lovely daughters." His hand turned and flipped as he explained.

"If you found the map, you wouldn't need me," Sean guessed shrewdly.

"True. True. So I'm doubly blessed. I get the pleasure of your company… and my map." Johnny's tone changed on the last three words, going from cheerful and slightly slurred to crisp in a way that sent shivers down Sean's spine.

"I still don't see how having me here is going to help you acquire a map in England."

"Well… while you're here, I have men there. So let's enjoy our time together while they work, shall we?" Johnny asked, removing Sean's chains from the hook and moving towards the bed. Sean resisted automatically. "Ah, ah, Captain, your daughters… remember?"

Sean walked docilely to the bed, climbing on top of it when Johnny ordered. The chain was threaded through the eyebolt in the ceiling and secured with a lock. Stepping back to the floor, Johnny removed all of Sean's clothes from the waist down, stepping back to admire his work. The only thing Sean still wore was his unbuttoned uniform shirt, the leather cock ring and the butt plug. "Oh, I do love a man in uniform," Johnny said with a grin.

Sean scoffed, causing the pirate to raise one eyebrow in an ominous gesture. "Your disrespect would bother me, but one of the things I like about you is your spirit. I can see it in your eyes, the indecision. You can't decide if you want to fight me or fuck me. Perhaps I can help you make up your mind," Johnny suggested.

Every muscle in Sean's body tensed as the plug in his ass vibrated unexpectedly. "Bloody hell!" he screamed, collapsing to the mattress.

Johnny smiled, pulling a small remote from his pocket. His thumb brushed over the controls. Taunting. The plug pulsed, and the vibrations intensified. Sean hissed as his body passed the point of climax, restrained only by the tight ring. He moaned and the sensation abruptly stopped.

"Who controls you?" Johnny asked.

Sean struggled to his knees, waiting until he was steady before answering. "My queen," he answered evenly.

"Stubborn cuss." Johnny turned his back to the bed and began to undress… slowly… enticingly.

Sean swallowed and allowed himself to watch as the pirate's muscular back emerged. Thumbs hooked the waist of his breeches, pushing them towards the floor and revealing one smooth sweep of tanned skin. Johnny bent over to remove his boots, impressing Sean with his grace. I'd fall on me arse, he thought regretfully, quickly averting his eyes as the pirate pirouetted to face him.

Leaning down, Johnny pulled a small blade from the leather boot. Sean eyed it warily. "Do you want to come, Captain?" Johnny asked, kneeling on the bed and looking up at him.

"Not by your hand."

"Have it your way." Johnny's tongue swiped the head of Sean's cock, drawing a sharp hiss from the bound man. "By your choice, I won't touch your cock, but you will come," the pirate promised.

"Now back to the question…" Johnny strolled over to the dark cabinet, humming. Sean heard the sharp snap of leather and winced, thinking back to the whipping the pirate had given him the last time they met. His body, however, seemed to have a different recollections, because his cock began leaking so profusely drops of cloudy liquid were catching in the hair on his thighs and belly.

"I see you remember my toys." Johnny's amused voice snapped Sean out of his musings. Leaning forward, the pirate licked a trail up Sean's thighs catching every one of the salty drops. "Taste like the sea, you do," he whispered hoarsely.

Sean recognized the compliment, but the leather 'toy' in the pirate's hand was distracting. "What question?" he asked.

"Who controls you, Captain? I wish to see that golden head bowed before me."

"Never!" Sean snapped, his green eyes flashing in defiance.

Sean had been expecting a comeback, but the sharp cut of the leather cat-o-nine tails into his thigh was a surprise. He yelped, jumping back from the bite of the whip. Johnny circled around the bed, the whip snapping with precision against his legs, back and ass. His skin was growing warm, the stinging changing to the numbness he remembered from his first whipping. His whole body felt heavy and limp, but with every crack of the whip, the pressure in his cock built until he was squirming, not to get away from the pain but to find some relief for his arousal.

The whip lashed across the top of his thighs, and Sean could feel the wake of the air against the super-heated skin of his cock. His determination to remain quiet cracked and a low moan escaped. "Need something?" Johnny asked.

Sean kept his eyes riveted on the far corner of the ceiling as the pirate pulled him off the bed to stand and hang over the mattress.

"Hmmm… You won't tell me, so I guess I'll have to experiment." Johnny returned to his cabinet of tricks, coming back with a spreader bar that he attached to Sean's legs just above the knee. It wasn't wide, so Sean could still stand, but it made him feel exposed and vulnerable not to be able to close his legs.

The pirate donned a soft mitten. Sean couldn't tell what it was made of, but as it stroked up and down his entire body, he couldn't help the tremors and goose bumps it created as it soothed the abused flesh. "Ouch!" Sean cried out as the feel of something sharp came in contact with the lower curve of his ass. Twisting around to see what torture he was in for now, he spotted the blade of a short knife pressed against his skin. It was cold, freezing, and he realized it was the temperature that made it hurt. He closed his eyes as Johnny began to move the blunt tip across the curve and down his inner thigh. It trailed back up the opposite leg and up his cleft. Sean's muscles clenched attempting to protect his most vulnerable parts but the bar kept him open. When the metal swirled behind his balls, he whimpered. The blood pounding in his cock had spread to his ears, and he unconsciously rocked his hips in rhythm to the steady thump.

Sean jumped again as a cool, slick finger slid between his cheeks, penetrating his entrance next to the butt plug with no hesitation. "Fuck… oh bloody hell…" he swore, pushing into the invasion.

Johnny's finger circled the plug, stretching him even wider and making the muscle burn. "My cock will stretch you even wider."

Sean's body shuddered, and he groaned, "Please."

"What was that, Captain?" Johnny asked, moving around to face him. "Do you want my cock buried deep inside you? Fucking you until you see stars and come so hard you black out?"

Sean debated denying it, but seeing as the pirate was currently collecting the drops of fluid leaking from the slit of his penis on the blade of his knife, there was really no point. "Aye… hurts. Fuck me 'til I come."

Rough hands gently rolled the tight sacs between his legs. "Who do you want to fuck you, Sean?" Johnny used the name deliberately. "Not the queen, I'm sure."

"You," Sean croaked, his knees feeling weak again. "You, Master."

Johnny's lips hovered over the head of the swollen shaft. The last thing Sean saw was the tip of a pink tongue. Warm, wet heat engulfed him. The pirate flipped the snaps of the cock ring open with the blade of the knife in a way that made Sean's balls pull up tighter than they already were.

And then he was coming, his body tensing like he was being pulled inside-out through his cock. Sean screamed, falling limp, barely registering the pain in his shoulders as he hung from the chains. Vaguely he was aware of Johnny releasing the chains and lowering him to the bed. The hollow feeling as the butt plug was removed got Sean's attention, and his eyes fluttered open as he was rolled to his back.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Captain," Johnny explained, pushing back the Brit's legs and thrusting deeply into his body.

Sean's hips arched off the bed with a hoarse cry. His eyes drifted closed again as he lost himself in the sensation of the pirate plundering his body. He surrendered completely, allowing each long drag over his prostate to rebuild his desire, each peak cresting a little higher. "Touch me," he begged, his fingers scrabbling at Johnny's hips to pull him closer… deeper.

"No, Captain, you won't be coming by my hand," the pirate taunted.

Sean cursed his careless words, writhing underneath the pirate, trying to find just a little more friction, a little more contact, a little more… something.

Johnny bent his arms, sliding their sweat-covered chests together and trapping Sean's cock between their stomachs. Sean arched up into the hard body above him, grinding himself upward, matching the pirate's erotic rhythm.

"You're mine, Captain," Johnny groaned as his climax washed over him. His full weight collapsed forward onto Sean, biting deep into his shoulder muscle as he came.

The sharp jolt of pain pushed Sean over the edge, and his cock twitched and surged between them. "Why does this feel so bloody marvelous?" Sean panted when he finally found enough breath to speak.

"Mmmm…" Johnny rolled off of the blond's body, propping his head on his hand. "Does it matter?"

"Hmmm?" Sean opened his eyes and looked at his lover.

"Does it matter why it feels so good? Isn't it just nice to know it does?" Johnny clarified.

"I just don't get it… the pain… the… the…" Sean waved his hands around lazily searching for the right word. "I've always loved sex, and it never needed to include any of those things before."

Johnny chuckled sleepily. "It doesn't hurt a soul, and we both benefit. No harm, no foul, Sean."

"Yeah, I guess," Sean snorted.

Just as sleep was claiming him, Johnny heard Sean whisper, "I think next time the pirate needs to be captured by the Royal Navy."