Peter Captured

His hands tied behind his back, his ankles chained to a cannonball, Peter was largely immobilized and at the mercy of the pirates sitting around the table. The party was not yet too rowdy-- they never were before midnight-- and the keg was just beginning to be passed around. Bill had brought the boy up from Hook's cabin as part of their entertainment, and Peter was now stationed on one of his knees. The boy had not enjoyed more than an hour of sleep on the floor in Hook's cabin, but dreading the likely purpose of his attendance at this gathering kept him admirably awake.

"Compliments of the cap'n," Bill said, stroking the little spine and shoulder blades with his right hand. His left was occupied in holding cards for the poker game that had ensued, as well as occasionally raising the keg up to his lips. Cecco was sitting to Bill's right and would pinch Peter's ass now and then, so lightly that it wasn't worth flinching. Starkey sat next to Cecco and stared hungrily at the little body.

"Why are you holding him, Bill, eh? What say you give someone else a turn?"

"What say the one who can't hold down a little kid shuts up?" The pirates all burst out laughing. They would never forget how in the first few days of his captivity, Peter, all tied up, still gave Starkey a black eye and almost bit clean through the hand when the latter sneaked into Hook's cabin for an extra session of pleasure. Starkey pouted in silence but not even long enough for the deck to be reshuffled.

"Hey girlie!... Girlie!... " He let out a few fetching whistles, but Peter refused to acknowledge him, especially when addressed that way. Starkey wouldn't give up.

"Hey, girlie, look at me when I'm callin' ya! ... Pan! What do you have to say, sweetie? You like Bill? You like getting jammed up with the big fat one?"

Peter said nothing, not even deigning to turn towards Starkey. Bill threw one burly arm across the boy's shoulders.

"Lay off the kid, will ya? What's he done to you?"

"The question's not what's he done, but how many times he's been done." Starkey smiled smugly, while Alf and Robert burst into raucous guffaws. Starkey was thus encouraged to continue his witless imbecility.

"He's practically the Cap'n's concubine, for God's sake. You like the big powerful ones, eh sweetie? ... Hey, lovey, how many times a day does Hook ride you?"

"More than you're ever likely to," Peter answered nonchalantly, throwing all four pirates except Starkey into fits.

"That's the way to talk!" Robert laughed. Alf reached across Bill and gave Peter a light punch in the stomach. Cecco slapped his behind quite hard in appreciation, while Bill brought him higher up his leg, pressing Peter's left side into the enormous paunch with a proprietary air. Starkey never looked so sour. He decided to change tactics.

"Why are you all laughing? Only the Cap'n and Bill get any playing time, while we're scrounging about, working off our asses without a taste of delight... I say it's high time we did some sharing, and I don't care if it's Alf or Rob or Cecc or me or anyone else as long as it's not Bill who always gets the little princess." Alf nodded and narrowed his one eye at Bill. Robert made a kissy mouth at Peter from across the table when the latter looked at him. Cecco thumbed the edge of one of his knives, his eyes obscured but his thoughts quite clear. The dreaded words were sung out by Starkey, and soon in chorus with the other three.

"Gang bang! Gang bang! ... "

Bill was evidently reluctant to give his little trophy away, but the group voice had to be obeyed on pain of destabilization of the band. And Bill wasn't one to start conflict.

"Let's see that tender little behind of yours... " snarled Starkey, trying to snatch off Peter's trousers, but Bill held the boy out of reach and proceeded to do the honors himself. As soon as the skin flashed, the pirates' eyes began to glow with insatiable lust. Peter was flung onto the floor. His tied-up hands were moved up, away from his bottom, and they each took a turn, usually one humping and the other holding Peter down, just in case.

"What's the matter? Don't squeal like a girl anymore, laddie?" Cecco leaned down to Peter's eye level, smiling his yellow grin, during Robert's turn. Forced entry hadn't really become less excruciating-- but the pain was now so familiar that Peter could focus on preserving his dignity. He had to relax. The pain would lessen if he could just concentrate on something else and put up a little less of a resistance with his muscles. The wooden floorboards smelled musty, but still better than the pirates mounting him, especially now that they were riled up, sweating and panting through their scurvy-ridden teeth.

Lying horizontally on the floor did not allow for as much pleasurable penetration for the rapists, so they soon settled on having Peter bend over a barrel. Bill held down the shoulders and cradled the head that wore such an agonized expression. Peter never cried out, but a few silent tears did fall to the deck. He began bleeding profusely somewhere during the third round, when Bill advocated to stop the game. Peter's face was deadened into a set visage.

"What's the matter, sweetie? Didn't you enjoy that? Your ass was dancing lovely rhythmically, you little whore. The Cap'n's taught him a few things!" Starkey still had a noticeable flush on his face from his recent exertions. Peter braced himself not to shake from the pain.

"Can you put me back in the cabin, Bill? Please?" He mustered to whisper, trying hard to keep his voice stable. Bill pretended not to hear.

"Whatcha mumblin' there, lovey?" Robert asked, propping his legs up on the table and taking a long swig from the keg.

"Aww, poor little Peter's little hole all bloody-wuddy?" Alf chimed in. "I'd have thought he'd be as loose as Indian rubber from Bill and the Cap'n after these three weeks."

"Aye, you're a tight little lad, arencha-- still tighter than a virgin wench. I guess that's the advantage of being forever young, eh?" The pirates burst out laughing at Cecco's snide remark. Tears finally began to stream down the pallid cheeks. Bill lifted Peter off his knee to discover a significant amount of blood had seeped through onto his own trousers.

"Hey, mates, listen, he's going to get sick or something if we don't clean this up... "

"Who the hell cares? Let him get sick!" Starkey yelled, reveling in witnessing the rare sight of Peter Pan crying.

"You should care-- next time you stick it to him, you'll get blisters or some other such thing all over your shaft!" The pirates quickly found a solution to the problem. They took a keg, and Bill applied the cheap alcohol over and into the anus. Peter bit his lip in an effort to prevent bawling, and soon drew blood at this end as well.

"Stings like a blade, no doubt?" Robert asked. "What say we give the boy some oral anesthetic! He deserves it, right?"

"Yeah, for being a mighty fine little whore," chimed in Cecco. "His ass's quality stuff... "

"Binge-drink!" Robert, Cecco and Alf began clamoring.

"Which one you want, Peter, the cheap weak one, or Hook's finest?" Cecco pulled out the two bottles back from under the table.

"I don't want anything of anybody's. Bill, let me go back, I'm really tired... "

"A little nightcap never hurt anyone!" Starkey shouted and began laughing, the only one amused by his platitude.

"Alright," said Bill. "I promised the Cap'n we'd bring him back in one piece. He's served us already, right?"

"The little ingrate's going to bed? We offer him expensive liquor and he wants to take a nap?!" Starkey was getting rowdy and slightly red. "I want to see the girlie choke on it... "

Cecco, Robert and Alf resumed their demands for a drinking binge, and Bill decided to fully oblige. He stuck the drink towards Peter, who turned his head away in disdain with what little pride he had left, only to have Bill grasp the delicate jaw between his fleshy thumb and index finger, and forcefully insert the bottle's head through the indignant lips. The bottom of the bottle rose, and little stray purple rivulets began streaming down Peter's chin. At first, Peter put up a fight, although struggling with no limbs at one's disposal took some creative mouth acrobatics. The boy kept trying to spit the bottle back out, sputtering, choking on the unpleasant liquid, until Cecco offered his assistance by squeezing the lips tight around the spout and making resistance nearly impossible.

"It's for your own good, idiot!" Cecco said, grabbing Peter by the ponytail with his other hand to anchor the head in place. "You'll feel marvelous before you know it."

The three others were grunting out primitive cheers and banging on the table with each successive movement of Peter's gullet. This exercise in coercion continued until the entire bottle was emptied, and the boy's little gut had grown noticeably distended. By the time he was put upright again, Peter's eyes were wandering vacantly and a disturbing smile spread across his face. He turned very pale, but also strangely flamboyant.

"How ya feelin', lovey?" Starkey asked, hoping for an incoherent answer.

"I'm feeling great... very great, absolutely great, except there's that fagging neeling in my ass... I can't believe I've never told you this before, Starkey, but you're... you're one ugly... one ugly son of a whore... " The pirates chuckled, Starkey grew red and tried to reach across the table in order to inflict some punishment on the mouth from which these slurred insults came. Peter was no longer capable of sitting upright and in balance, so Bill was fully supporting him with his hand, and nonchalantly blocked Starkey's violent advance.

"Sit down, Stark. You never leave the kid alone."

"Yeah... that's right!... That's right!" Peter paused between every phrase, having to concentrate on each syllable. His tongue felt heavy and unmanageable. His pupils were changing size randomly, and the pirates around the table were all becoming transfigured and doubled, so it was getting harder to be addressing Starkey in particular. "Bill could break your spine in half if he wanted to... " The boy was losing color fast, and his words were growing more garbled. Starkey huffed resentfully, but before he could say anything, Alf jumped to his feet as a torrent of dark red vomit spewed out of Peter's mouth, followed by a more discolored mixture.

"You dirty little whore!" Shouted Alf when he saw a few drops on his clothing. Bill had reflexively pushed Peter a little further down his leg, away from himself, and was temporarily not offering the boy his usual protection. Alf's wide swarthy hand whipped across Peter's cheek, and the blood immediately began to pool in the boy's mouth.

"Aww, Alf, he'll be all bruised! You shouldn't hit the face... " Cecco said. Even in his half-stupor, Peter reasoned he shouldn't spit the blood out, and felt the revolting metallic taste sliding thickly down his throat as he tried to swallow it all. At least the alcohol he hadn't puked up was dulling the pain.

"I'll hit what I want after he covers me with his filth."

"Get the mop, Starkey," said Bill.

"Me? Why me? Make the little prick clean it up himself!"

"Because you're the one who was all eager for a drink binge."

"No I wasn't! It was all Rob and Cecc!"

"I ain't cleaning that... " The two pirates immediately said in unison.

Peter's hands were untied and he was soon down on all fours over the mess he made. He was still too intoxicated to keep completely steady, and even had difficulty in picking up the rag thrown on the floor next to him. He was wiping very slowly, stopping every now and then to steady himself and try to refocus his eyes. The blood flow was slowing down, but sometimes it would still dribble out of the lips into the puddle he was cleaning. Peter's posterior, now so alluringly prominent, made most of the group harden up again.

"But he wasn't this bony before!" Remarked Robert. "I guess the Cap'n never feeds him proper."

"Aye, I'd like a bit more meat on him too." Cecco said.

"And I wouldn't mind a bit more padding. A little softness, so as he's more girl-like." Added Alf dreamily, perhaps recalling someone from the London pubs he frequented so long ago.

"If you guys want him to have any meat on his bones, we'd better stop the anal stuff at least for a while," Bill pointed out. "He's afraid to eat because it hurts like hell afterwards. And getting him to vomit up everything Smee convinced him to have earlier? Probably not the best way to get that ass any bigger... "

"I think it's better to keep riding him and just force-feeding him if he don't want to eat," Starkey said, staring hungrily at the small rear moving back and forth as Peter continued to wipe away the puddle. The boy was periodically rubbing his eyes, which kept moistening up now that his face was turned away from the pirates.

"Speaking of more girl-like... " Cecco said after a long silence. "What's been preventing us from taking Wendy aboard and having a little fun with a real girl for a change?"

Peter felt every limb tense up.

"Yeah, I'm sure it'd be nicer," said Robert. "She has breasts, right?"

"Nah, not really. Not yet. But still... it'd be better, if you know what I mean."

Peter suddenly forgot the apprehensive pessimism he'd acquired during his captivity at the mention of this most important remnant of his past life. He felt something boiling up, so powerful it was clearing the effects of inebriation.

"Don't talk about her like that." All five pirates were smirking.

"Don't worry, Peter, you'll still get plenty of action too, I'm sure," Robert said.

"I'm serious. Don't talk about Wendy."

"... or else Peter will be very, very upset," Cecco added. The other four snickered, but Peter was more confident when he was defending Wendy than himself.

"Yeah and Hook will be real upset too, when he sees what you did to my face, Alf. I'll tell him all about it."

"Why should he care?" Alf sounded less calm than he wanted to. "Think you're such a prettyboy? Besides, the Cap'n doesn't fancy lads."

"Oh, I don't know... " said Cecco. "He's been pretty gentle to Pan. He was planning to do all sorts of nastiness like gouge out his eyes and such. But he never went through with any of it, and keeps him in his cabin the entire day in pretty good condition, if you ask me."

"But it ain't like the Cap'n to give out his treasured loot to us... " Starkey protested, before Cecco cut him off.

"Aye, but I think he's just trying to keep himself from admitting to it. And he does warn us to take it easy." Alf looked about restlessly. Peter was still wiping away the puddle, relieved they'd forgotten about his friend.

Bill went over and finished it up for him, and then took the boy to the table, pushing the cannonball back with his foot. Peter sat still, only sucking back stifled tears draining into his nose. His arms were now free but hanging down limply, and the fog in his head was slowly clearing up into a massive headache. He was feeling faint, hungry, and depressed. Bill put a huge arm around the slight frame perched on his knee.

"What's the matter? How's your ass-- any better?"

Peter didn't reply and sat staring down at his thin thighs dejectedly. The hit side of his face was already noticeably swollen and the pain was only increasing as the intoxication wore off.

"You wanna take a leak, maybe?" Bill lightly squeezed the tiny body in efforts to get a response.

"Yeah. Please." Bill moved the cannonball to the side of the ship. He picked Peter up by the collar with one hand until the boy was high enough to prop his knees on the edge. Peter stared down blankly into the black waters to which he was contributing. Too demoralized to even turn over possible escape plans in his head, he only wished to sink down into that murk and never come up again.