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The plan was risky – but it would pay off, Edward was sure.
Jack was on guard duty at the door, while Izzy's job was distracting the captain.
Ed had the job of lockpicking the cabin’s door and finding the booze. He was the one less likely to get a really harsh punishment if caught.
Easy.
Or so he thought.
It wasn’t in the wardrobe, or on his desk. He had a few wooden boxes in a corner that came up empty as well. As much as Ed hated to give up, he was about to – he didn’t really trust Izzy to manage keepingto keep Hornigold’s attention for too long – but as his eyes ran through the room, they caught on Hornigold’s bed.
It was a last-ditch attempt, but in a second Ed was on his belly on the floor next to the bed and sticking his head underneath it. It was too dark to see, and he had to wiggle a bit, squeezing himself into the tight space. He reached with his hand in the dark.
Jackpot.
Ed’s fingers closed around the bottle of whisky, a victorious smile on his lips.
“Captain!” Jack said – practically yelled, to be honest – from outside, and the smile froze. Ed tried to move, but the space between the bed and the floor was too tight. Dickfuck, he was stuck.
Thoughts started racing through his mind as Jack and Hornigold talked outside. Fuck. He tried to move, but the bed had no give. He shifted his head to the side, but no dice. He would need some help to get out - someone raising the bed, maybe. If Jack was smart about this, he would be able to take the captain someplace else and then Iz could come and—
“Just fuck off, Rackham, before you get a lash—” Hornigold stopped in the middle of his sentence.
“Fucking hell, Jack, you had one job!” Ed yelled from underneath the bed, letting go of the bottle. He tried to use his two hands to get free now, still with the hopes he could wiggle himself out of this one.
“Leave,” Hornigold commanded, and Ed didn’t have to see to know that Jack disappeared faster than a magic trick. Fucking asshole.
Ed stopped squirming once he heard the door close. He was fucked. Shit. Hornigold was going to kill him.
He waited in silence as Hornigold walked around his cabin. So close to the floor, he could hear his steps clearly. He walked in measured steps – controlled and slow. Edward knew it was a trick to make him more nervous.
Thing was, he was nervous, his stomach twisting itself into knots as he tried to come up with something to say that would make Hornigold laugh instead of punishing him. He was good at it, usually, but it was hard to think in the dark underneath the bed.
“Uh, come here often, cap?”
Hornigold chuckled in that dark way of his, the way that made Edward want to lean into his hand and made his skin crawl at the same time.
The captain raised his leg and placed his boot on the end of Edward's back.
Edward made a small sound of surprise, his brain firing off at the thought of Hornigold using him for support. He didn't breathe— didn't move. The knot on his gut started feeling very different.
"What are you doing here, boy?" Hornigold crooned.
A shiver ran down Edward's back. He couldn't see anything. The only thing left in his world was Hornigold's voice – and his boot pressing hard against his back. It was beginning to hurt.
"I— Fuck," Edward panted.
"Tsk," Hornigold said, and moved his foot off him. Ed didn't hear any steps— Hornigold was still close. He wasn't done. "Told you I don't like it when you swear."
Even stuck, Ed couldn't help but groan in annoyance.
"We're fuc— We're pirates."
"You're special," Hornigold said with a snarl.
Edward wasn't stupid. He tried to put on his best well behaved impression.
"I- I know, Captain Hornigold," he said. He chewed around the word sorry for a bit. The air was heavy with Hornigold's expectation. "I'll be better."
Hornigold sighed again. Disappointed, but not exactly surprised. Edward wasn't one for apologizing.
"I'm too lenient with you boys."
Yeah, right.
Hornigold put a hand on Ed's hips, his fingers calloused from all his years as a sailor before he became Captain.
For a second, Edward thought Hornigold would help him get out from under the bed. The older man started tugging on him, and fucking shit to hell and back, Ed's head wouldn't pass, didn't Hornigold notice he had tried this already—
But Hornigold wasn't trying to get him out. He was— positioning him. He forced Ed's legs forward until Edward was on his knees, ass up in the air. Ed couldn't help but gasp.
Dread and want stormed inside of Edward, but he didn’t dwell on the former. It was better if he didn’t.
He blushed, the heat spreading through his entire body – including in between his legs.
"Captain?" Ed asked, for a moment wondering if he would spank him as if he was a little boy. A public flogging would be less fucking mortifying.
In lieu of an answer, Hornigold rubbed his fingers over Edward's cunt, through the pants. Just a touch, there and then gone.
Ed's breath caught on his throat. He wanted to press his legs together – out of shame or arousal, he wasn't quite sure – but Hornigold had a foot in between them to hold them apart.
"How am I going to teach you a lesson, Eddie?" He murmured, pressing his hand on Edward's back, forcing it down into a deeper arc. The wood from the bed frame scratched his skin, and he let out a short whine.
Still above his pants, Hornigold felt him up – entirely. He started with his finger close to his asshole, sliding it down between his cunt’s lips, slow and hard, making the leather of his pants rub up against the sensitive skin of his pussy.
Edward bit down a moan.
"I—" Edward tried, his brain now focused on another type of release.
He wouldn't get punished. Hornigold was in a playing mood. Edward Teach got lucky, what else was new?
Right?
Hornigold finally reached for Edward's pants, tugging them down with a cold sort of efficiency. The air in the cabin was cold, but Ed shivered for another reason.
Fuck, not being able to fucking see what the hell the old man was doing was infuriating, and he was sure the bastard knew it was too.
Edward wiggled his ass a bit and Hornigold laughed as if Ed was prey stuck in a trap, and maybe he was, here in the dark, not able to see or move or escape. The anticipation was driving him insane.
Hornigold felt him up again, this time without the barrier of fabric, cupping his cunt as if it was something he owned.
"You're already wet for your captain, boy?"
"Yes," Edward panted, arching his back of his own accord now, pliant and needy. He knew how to play his strengths with the Captain – when to tease so he was more fun than Izzy. When to obey so he wasn't as infuriating as Jack.
Hornigold pressed up the tip of his finger on him. It slid into the heat of Edward's body, his pussy taking it eagerly. It didn’t even come close to enough.
Edward felt the urge to snap at him for more, but he bit down the words instead. He knew that was a surefire way of not getting what he wanted.
“Captain…” he murmured instead, almost a whine as he shifted his hips. Hornigold rewarded him with another finger. Edward clenched around him, bucking his hips for more, knowing he must be quite a sight like this— using that to his advantage.
Hornigold didn’t know how to do much more than this - fingers in and out, rough and relentless, somehow both stretching his cunt up and not giving a single fuck about foreplay. His own slick made it all the more obscene, the noise filling up the room as Hornigold gave him no comfort, no praise.
It was good, and it hurt, and the floor was hard against his knees, against his face, and he couldn’t see anything - all he could do was take it. It was different from what he was used to, lying on the Captain’s bed as the older man kissed him, his beard scratching Ed’s skin.
The third finger felt more like pushing through than slipping in. Edward let out a short, tight pant, parted his legs more in the hope it would help with the give. Hornigold gave a grunt of approval.
Hornigold kept stretching him, opening him up, and Edward could feel the heat build up and up inside of him, almost, almost there, so close he could cry, but it was not enough to get him to the edge.
All Edward wanted was a bit of pressure on his own cock. He knew Izzy could cum from just a cock inside of him - had seen it happen more than once, but Edward was a selfish lover, always needed a hand, or better yet, a warm mouth around his cock so he could reach his climax.
He would squirm and moan and pant, and then Hornigold would slow down, as if he knew Edward was taking some sort of pleasure in it.
By the third time it happened, Edward let out a whine that sounded too much like a whimper for his liking. Edward felt the captain’s little finger press against his entrance, trying to fit.
Panic shot fired through his brain as the captain tried to get Edward’s hole to let him in.
“I can take you, sir,” Edward said in his softest voice, tilting his hips just so, offering his cunt like a prize.
A chuckle that sounded more like a rumble.
“You think you’re getting my cock today, boy?”
“Why not?” Ed almost snarled, forgetting himself for a second with the frustration of being taken to the edge so many times.
He knew he fucked up when Hornigold didn’t answer immediately, just removing his hand from him instead.
After three - almost four - fingers inside of him, he felt achingly empty, his cunt raw and begging, wet with slick and ready to get fucked. For a second, Edward thought he would truly cry.
“I mean, Captain—” Ed started, trying to fix it, but he couldn’t properly think, his whole body trembling with need. He heard Hornigold moving away from him, had the sick thought that the man would just leave him there, exposed and worked up like this.
“What, you think you can try stealing from me and go unpunished? You thought I was just going to fuck you and be done with it?”
Yes. That’s exactly what Ed thought, especially when the man started fucking spreading him up with his fingers. He knew he was already in too much shit to snap back though.
He heard Hornigold as the man kneeled back down behind him, and before Edward had time to brace himself, the older man was slicking up his cunt with a cold, oily liquid.
He jumped in surprise, his head hitting the bed. The pain spread through his skull and his eyes filled up with tears. Whatever he was dripping inside of him, it wasn’t meant for this, because the burning sensation on his cunt was far from comfortable, and it spread inside of him, his sensitive skin screaming from it.
Hornigold put a hand on his ass cheek, caressing him. With the other, he placed three fingers onto his entrance and slid them in, no carefulness to it.
Edward’s nails scratched at the floorboards and there was no performance in the moan that escaped his lips, just raw feeling, the burning and the tear too much for him, and fucking hell, he was so fucking done with being stuck, if he could just look at Hornigold he was sure he would convince him to go easy on him.
“Fu—” He started, stopped himself, biting down on his knuckles not to swear. The tears still hung on the edge of his eyes and he refused to let them drop, breathing through his nose to keep it together. It was just his fingers. Nothing he couldn’t take - nothing he hadn’t taken.
“How does it feel, Eddie dear?” Hornigold whispered, his voice with the edge of fascination it carried when he had Edward like this - under his control.
“Burns,” he murmured, and Hornigold shifted his fingers inside of him, forming a triangle with them and spreading them slightly apart. Edward let out a tiny whimper. “I— your cock feels better.”
Hornigold laughed again, amused.
Bastard.
“I’d hope so.”
More oil, then his little finger on his hole. Burning. Burning. Pressing up against the entrance. With the help of this devilish lube, it slid in.
Edward didn’t know why four fingers felt like so much more than a cock, but it did, fuck, it did. Hornigold wasn’t even moving properly, just shifting his hand up and down inside of him, pushing it deeper. Too much, but not enough, not in the way Ed needed, and Hornigold knew it.
He didn’t dare reach for himself, but squirmed in his prison all the same, his whines more frequent now as Hornigold tore him in half with his hand. He could feel the heat building up inside of him, and that was perhaps the worst of it, that his body still thought it had a chance.
“This brings me no joy,” Hornigold said, grunting with effort. He was getting his whole fucking fist inside of him. No slick or oil seemed to be enough to get it in. When his thumb finally slipped in, the palm of his hand alongside it, Edward cried out, a tear running down his cheek.
His legs were shaky, breath caught in his throat. He could feel Hornigold’s— hand, fist, arm inside of him, the position not really helping him feel any less overwhelmed. His cunt was spasming around his Captain’s arm. He didn’t know which part was the worst, the stretching, the humiliation, or the fact that he was still there, stuck not only physically but mentally, teetering on the edge of release but not enough to push past it.
Hornigold only stopped moving when he was up to his wrist inside of him. The only reason Edward’s ass was still in the air was because Hornigold was holding him up.
“You’ve got anything to say for yourself?”
He had no pride left.
“I—I’m sorry, sir,” Edward sobbed.
That short noise of approval. Not one word of praise. Edward hadn’t been that much of a good boy.
And then his hand was gone, Edward’s pussy an open wound, gaping as it tried to adjust to being empty again. It burned - from the stretch, and from the oil. It ached.
And worst of all, it craved for its captain’s touch.