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Izzy could pinpoint the exact moment he realised. He had that Bonnet idiot pinned up against a tree with his knife to his face, standing on his toes to get right up close, when his hips brushed against an unmistakable bulge. A very sizeable bulge, he realised, as his heart dropped and his cunt clenched.
The thing was, Izzy had something of a size kink. This was a well-established fact among the right pirating circle, who spun tales of Izzy's ongoing quest to find and ride the biggest dick in the Caribbean. It had got to the point where he was approached fairly regularly by a selection of hopefuls, all of them desperate to show off their goods and have him deem them worthy. Few ever were. And yet somehow, this silly, prissy wannabe was packing a cock big enough to have him getting wet at just the feel of it, and he must be barely at half-mast.
Izzy pushed in closer, digging his knife against Bonnet’s cheek and snarling to play it off as menace, when really it was just a ploy to get a better feel of the monster jutting against his thigh. Bonnet stifled what sounded like a moan. Izzy ignored him.
“Um, boss?” Ivan asked from behind him. Fuck. Izzy had forgotten himself for a moment, forgotten they had an audience. He probably shouldn’t just throw Bonnet down on the forest floor and have his way with him. Especially not since he was here on behalf of his captain.
Reluctantly, he backed off slightly. Bonnet let out a sigh but didn’t relax, not with Izzy’s blade still close against his cheek.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” he said, and Bonnet nodded instantly. “We’ll be keeping our hostages. And because I’m a merciful man, I’ll let you walk away from this. But if you or your crew try anything–” he nodded back to Fang and Ivan, who tightened their respective holds on Bonnet’s men – “we kill you all. Understood?”
“Understood,” Bonnet agreed. His voice was breathy, and Izzy knew it wasn’t just from fear. He slowly put down his knife and backed off, waiting to see if Bonnet would make a move. He didn’t, staying backed up against the tree while Izzy made his way back to his men. When he stopped and Bonnet still didn’t flinch, Izzy nodded to the boys to let their captives go. They went straight to Bonnet once released, hands held out at their sides, clear of any weapons. At least they had some sense, then.
They stood for a moment, Izzy backed by his men, stolen hostages in tow, and Bonnet flanked by his, still holding his head high with that abundance of unearned confidence.
“This isn’t over, Mr Bonnet,” he said as they parted. Someway, somehow, Izzy would make sure he saw him again.
“Good,” Bonnet said, far too cheerful as though that did anything to mask the blush colouring his cheeks. He was undeniably flustered, which could have been put down to him losing his hostages for the second time and humiliating himself, until he spoke again, husky and overeager. “Because I kind of enjoyed it.”
Well, well. Good to know Izzy had already caught his interest. That would make everything else much easier.
*
Standing in front of Edward’s cabin, Izzy was beginning to regret his decision. Tailing Bonnet’s ship had sparked the most interest Ed had shown in anything for months, and Izzy didn’t want to take that away from him. But Edward’s dark spells were tough on all of them, and Izzy really wanted something for himself – and he hadn’t had a decent shag in years. It was with that thought that he pushed the door open and entered the cabin.
“Captain,” he greeted. Edward didn’t even fucking look at him.
“What did you find?” he asked, skipping any semblance of pleasantries. Izzy rolled his eyes and cut to the chase, his mind made up in that instant. He was definitely keeping Bonnet now.
“Some fancy rich fucker, playing at being a pirate. Calling himself ‘Captain’ Stede Bonnet. Managed to lose the hostages we saw, don’t know how the hell he took them in the first place.”
Now, Edward deigned to look at him, a spark of light dancing through eyes that had been vacant for far too long.
“Fancy rich fucker? What, and he had a ship built? Got himself a crew?”
“Didn’t exactly stay for a chat,” he said, growing impatient.
“Shame.” Edward pushed himself to his feet and started pacing the cabin – and why was this what it took to break him out of his funk? “Well, there’s still time. Sounds like an interesting guy. I want to meet him.”
This was Izzy’s opportunity. He gave himself a moment to reconsider, but all he could think about was how difficult the past months had been, and how good Bonnet had felt pressed up against him.
“Sorry, Captain," he said before he could regret it. "This one’s one of mine.”
Edward looked lost for a second, then realisation dawned on his face as he remembered a conversation from years ago, remembered the multitude of propositions between then and now.
“Holy shit, you’re still doing that?” he asked. There was no judgement to it but Izzy still bristled.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Edward held his hands up.
“Nothing, man, you just haven’t brought it up in a while. Figured you’d had your fill, so to speak.” He was smirking, clearly pleased with himself for that joke.
“Haven’t found anyone worth bothering with in a while.”
“And this Bonnet,” Edward said, raising a brow. “He’s worth it?”
“His cock is,” Izzy said. “Doubt he has the first clue what to do with it, but I can work with that.” Bonnet seemed like he probably knew as much about sex as he did about piracy – which was to say, fuck all. Fortunately, for Izzy at least, he knew exactly what to do with a man like Stede Bonnet.
Edward smiled at him, and something eased in Izzy’s chest. As frustrating as Ed could be, Izzy hated seeing him as lost as he had been, and he was glad that he could have this without feeling like he was taking something from Edward.
“That’s high fucking praise coming from you, mate.” Ed clapped him on the shoulder, and it felt like something shifted into place. “We’ll catch up with him. Bring him back to the ship, you can have your wicked way with him.”
Izzy allowed himself a brief huff of amusement at that. He excused himself shortly after, watched as Edward bade him goodbye and then moved over to his desk, not slumping back to his chair and his pipe, but actually starting to look through routes and make plans. For all that Bonnet was an idiot and a nuisance, Izzy supposed some good had already come from their meeting.
And, now that he wasn't worried about Edward and he could let himself imagine Bonnet laid out on his bed, hard and ready and just waiting for Izzy to use him, he thought that the best may be yet to come.
*
Izzy cornered Bonnet not a week later, after following the Revenge to the Republic of Pirates and finding the man in question making a fool of himself at Spanish Jackie’z. Bonnet’s eyes had lit up as soon as he’d seen Izzy, though his mouth claimed the contrary until Izzy said he wanted to take him back to his ship.
The stares and whispers from the patrons close enough to hear told Izzy they had figured out what he was here for. So, clearly, had Bonnet’s boy, as he attempted to stammer some feeble warning to his captain. Izzy cut him off with a wave of his hand, and he fell silent in a way that showed how completely out of his depth he was.
Izzy wasn’t convinced that Bonnet himself understood what was happening, though. He chattered away the entire walk back to the Queen Anne, about how excited he was to see a real pirate ship and meet its crew, while his – who the fuck was the boy anyway, his valet? – watched him in disbelief. Izzy mostly tuned him out; he’d cotton on soon enough.
Fang and Ivan were there to greet them at the gangplank, Fang stepping forward to offer a hand to Bonnet and his boy. With a pointed glare at Izzy, Bonnet made some bitchy comment about how his crew were “far more polite than you are.” When he rolled his eyes, as was the only proper response, Ivan gave him a consolatory nod but Fang completely blanked him in favour of cooing at the boy winking and fawning over him. Looked like Izzy wouldn’t be the only one getting some that night.
Once he dragged Bonnet to his quarters, the man seemed to finally catch up. His eyes went wide, taking in the room while Izzy shut the door behind them, and then he turned that hapless stare on Izzy, one hand playing nervously at the buttons of his ridiculous crisp white shirt.
“Are we… is this… is this what you want me for?”
“If you’re up for it?”
“I– yes,” he stammered, nodding. “I’m not very– but yes. Please.”
Izzy didn’t waste words on a response, instead set to work unbuttoning his vest. He hung it over the back of a chair, then moved on to his shirt. Bonnet was sat still, seemingly frozen, watching with fascination as more and more of his chest was revealed. Izzy paused to give him a look, and he snapped to attention suddenly and began removing his own shirt.
It was all good and well until Izzy wrangled his leathers off and Bonnet got an eyeful of his cunt. He couldn't seem to look away from it, shock clear on his face.
“But you... how?”
Christ, he was actually stupid. Izzy couldn’t believe he was about to fuck this moron.
“I got cursed by a sea witch,” he deadpanned. Bonnet’s eyes widened like he fucking believed him, and Izzy nearly walked out there and then. “It’s none of your fucking business unless you’re not happy to stick your dick in it,” he said instead, raising a brow as he waited for Bonnet to protest. He didn’t, of course, started stammering the opposite before Izzy silenced him by slipping a hand down his waistband.
Izzy appreciated a man who could take charge, but Bonnet clearly wasn’t that. Fortunately, he also liked to be the man in charge. He ripped open Bonnet’s trousers, silencing the protests that earned him by yanking his drawers down over his hips, until he finally had eyes on Bonnet’s cock. It did not disappoint, standing proud between his thighs even as the man himself cowered, as long as he’d hoped and thick to match. Izzy felt himself get wetter from the sight of it, his own cock pulsing with need.
He pulled a vial of oil out from his bedside drawer, poured a healthy amount into his hand and then used it to slick up Bonnet’s cock. Bonnet gasped as soon as Izzy got a hand on him, bucking up into his grasp, and fuck he was hard. Izzy wouldn’t be surprised if he’d been sporting a stiffy the whole walk back to the ship, with how ready and wanting he was now.
He slicked up his hand again and shoved two fingers inside himself while Bonnet watched intently. He worked up to a third, probably too soon but he loved the burn of it, loved the look on Bonnet’s face as he got himself ready for him. Once he was slick and open and clenching around his fingers, he pulled them out, gripped Bonnet’s thighs and slung a leg over to straddle him.
He positioned himself right over Bonnet’s monster cock, lining himself up until he could feel the head slip into place against his hole. Slowly, carefully, he lowered his hips, eyes fluttering shut as he indulged in the stretch, in the way his cunt ached around a thick, hard cock. It had to be one of the biggest he’d ever taken, and he bit back a moan when his hips finally brushed against Bonnet’s. He shifted a little, letting himself feel how full he was, how perfectly it rubbed against his walls.
Once he’d adjusted, Izzy put two hands on Bonnet’s surprisingly solid chest for balance and raised his hips again, revelling in the slick slide. Bonnet closed his eyes and tossed his head back, soft whimpers escaping his lips.
“That’s it,” he said, starting to ease into a rhythm. “Just lie back and take it.”
Oh, Bonnet liked that. His hips twitched, fucking up into Izzy and making him see stars.
“This what you’re into, then?” Izzy taunted, building up speed now. He pushed himself up on his knees then slammed back down, Bonnet’s cock filling him up perfectly and hitting every wonderful spot inside him. “You’ve got all this cock, but you just want someone to use it, use you, fuck you like their toy.”
Bonnet looked up at him in fucking rapture, lip bitten between his teeth, watching as Izzy fucked himself on him. God, Izzy loved this, looking down on someone as he rode them, taking his pleasure with their body. He could feel Bonnet shifting under him, his own pleasure building, could feel him struggle to move under Izzy’s hold.
He rode him hard and fast, until his thighs burned with it and his cock throbbed with need. Leveraging himself with one hand still against Bonnet’s chest, he used the other to stroke himself, and a shock of pleasure burst through him when Bonnet jerked at the sight.
“Izzy,” he gasped, “fuck, Izzy, I’m close!”
“Course you are,” he scoffed. In all honesty, Izzy was getting there himself, but he wasn’t about to let Bonnet know that. He could pick up the pace, fuck himself harder and try and beat Bonnet to the edge... but he had an idea that, while less satisfying, would be much more fun. “Couldn’t wait for me to get mine first, could you? Too desperate to cum inside me with your massive, useless prick.”
Oh, that got him. Bonnet whined as Izzy ground down on him.
“That’s what you want? Want to cum inside me, knock me up?”
Bonnet damn near sobbed at that. It was all talk, of course. Izzy was past the point of that even being possible, and he wasn’t particularly interested in the idea. What he was into was the way Bonnet’s hips bucked at the mention of it, the way it drove his cock in deeper.
“You gonna get off on this? Wanna fucking breed me, is that what this cock is for? Suppose you have to be good for something.”
Bonnet gasped and moaned some semblance of Izzy’s name, shaking under Izzy’s thighs, jutting up as he chased his climax. It was only moments until he came, gushing hot and wet and making Izzy feel impossible fuller. He could feel him pulsing inside him, spilling and spilling until it dripped down both their thighs. He waited until Bonnet finally finished and started to soften inside him, and then lifted his hips off, leaving behind a sticky trail of oil and cum and arousal. The sight of it only got Izzy hotter, his empty cunt clenching, but he still plastered on a look of disapproval.
“All that cock and you don’t have the first clue what to do with it,” he tutted, shaking his head. “Can’t even keep it up for me, what good are you?”
“I can– I can still– please, Izzy, let me get you off.”
Fuck, this was better than Izzy had imagined. He needed to hear more, needed Bonnet to beg for him to use him.
“How?” he pressed.
“My hands, my mouth, anything? Anything, whatever you want, I can be good for you, please!”
“Alright,” he said, like he was the one doing Bonnet a favour. “You wanna prove you can be useful?” Bonnet nodded, wide-eyed and pathetic and so fucking lovely for it. “Then get on your knees and clean up your fucking mess.”
Bonnet scrambled to get off the bed, not even bothering to do up his trousers, just knelt at Izzy’s feet with his cock hanging out in his desperation to get his mouth on him. Izzy tangled his fingers through Bonnet’s ridiculously soft hair and pulled, smiling at the moan he gave. As soon as he dragged him up against his cunt, Bonnet set to work, laving his folds with his tongue and swallowing down his own spend. He paid particular attention to Izzy’s hole, still dripping with cum and arousal that he lapped up diligently, before shifting his attention to his cock, the needy head of it peeking out just enough for Bonnet to tease it with his tongue, swirling and flicking in a way that made Izzy moan and grind against him.
“Guess you are good for something,” he admitted, yanking his hair just to make him whine around his cock.
“Sure looks that way,” came a voice from the doorway, and Izzy startled. Bonnet froze, his mouth still pressed against him as Izzy turned to the intruder.
“Edward, the fuck are you doing here?”
“Came to see the show, mate,” Edward said, swanning in and throwing himself down on the bed like he owned the place, which Izzy supposed he technically did. “You’ve picked yourself up a nice little toy.”
“He’s alright,” Izzy said derisively. Bonnet sucked him, hard, and he bit his lip to keep from whining. “Got a nice cock that he doesn’t know how to use, cums too soon but we can work on that, can’t we?” Bonnet nodded while trying to keep his tongue in place, his cock starting to harden again listening to them talk about him like the fucking sex object he was. “You like that one too, do you? Want me to train you up, make you a better toy?”
Bonnet pulled back so he could look up at him, wide-eyed, and beg, “Please.”
Izzy tugged his fistful of hair, yanking him back where he belonged.
“First lesson,” he said, trying to keep his voice firm as his breaths were coming faster. “Toys don’t need to talk.”
Bonnet clearly took those words to heart, working his tongue over Izzy’s cock with a fast, hard pressure that was rapidly bringing him close.
“That’s it,” he gasped, tugging him closer with one hand while the other stroked through his hair. “You don’t need to worry about anything except being a good little cocksucker for me.”
At that, Bonnet locked his lips over Izzy’s cock, teasing and flicking and sucking, and Izzy cried out as he bucked against his face, the sudden rush of pressure finally pulling his orgasm from him. He looked over to see Edward watching him, enraptured, and that sent another shockwave through him, made him shudder as he gushed against Bonnet’s face.
When his cunt finally stopped pulsing, he released his grip on Bonnet’s hair and watched him slump under him. He looked debauched and, though Izzy would never admit it, gorgeous. His blond curls fell in disarray, his eyes were wide, and his lips rosy and parted. Izzy cupped the side of his face, stroking softly with his thumb, and Bonnet leant in to the touch.
“That was good,” he said. It was brusque, he knew, but it was still approval enough that Bonnet’s face lit up, and that softened something inside him. Or maybe that was just the orgasm talking. “You were good.”
He motioned for Edward to get off the bed, tugged the blanket off it and wrapped it around Bonnet. After he was taken care of, Izzy collapsed onto the bed, felt it dip at his side as Edward came to join him. Bonnet laid his head against Izzy’s thigh and closed his eyes, and Izzy decided he’d let him rest for a moment before going to get him some water.
“What do you think?” Edward asked, nodding down at Bonnet, swaddled in Izzy’s blanket with his pants still hanging open and his face smeared in Izzy’s cum. “Worth your while?”
“Oh, yeah,” Izzy said, absentmindedly stroking a hand through Bonnet’s hair. “We’ll definitely be keeping him.”