Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2013 15:15:24 -0500 From: Chris Martin Subject: Taylor- My Pirate Lover (part 1) Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. This story is a product of the author's imagination and does not bear any resemblance to actual events. The author does not own "The Pirates of the Caribbean" franchise which is property of Walt Disney. The celebrities (Taylor Lautner) and characters depicted are fictionalized and do not reflect the actual personalities or sexual orientation of said people.This story contains explicit dialogue and sexual acts between characters, which may be either homosexual or bisexual. If you are offended by such material or if you are underage, do not read or return to this website. Eligible Readers: This is my first Nifty story. If you wish to give feedback or like what you have read so far, please say so at (venom23venom@hotmail.com). I would like to know what you think ;) Taylor- My Pirate Lover Part 1- I could hear Captain Jack Sparrow calling muttered orders to his crew to resume the ship's course from beneath the deck. My companion and I are survivors, as prisoners of the Spanish "Sevilla", from a pathetic fight with the Black Pearl. Of course, we've been made prisoners anew under Sparrow. At least prisonership is better than shark bait. "Tonight's a full moon," my companion sad, "You should probably do something about it before the lantern goes out." I thought to myself briefly, the sun was setting, and I didn't want to die. Anxiety began to overwhelm my nerves. I looked around in the dim room, finding a pile of round up rope in the cell next to mine. With some effort, I managed grabbing it and getting it through the bars. To my advantage, there were several strands of rope. I tied my companion's hands and wrists together. "Don't be afraid to tie them too tight," Taylor said. "The tighter the better." "I'm not." I said Taylor frowned at me like he was sorry. I couldn't blame him for feeling so, though it wasn't his fault. "Don't look at me like that, it'll be okay- so long as i don't mess up tying the knots." His expression didn't change. I threw the remaining rope that was bound around his wrists over a support beam, "Spread your feet as far as you can," which was to either side of our cell, and pulled the rope down until his hands were as high as possible without lifting him off of the floor. Then I made a knot at the support beam so it wouldn't get loose. I grabbed another strand of rope and tied it around one of Taylor's ankles to the bottom of a cell bar, then did the same to his other ankle. "Can you move?" I asked. Taylor struggled to do anything. He shook his head. The lantern was quickly dimming and would be out soon, meaning no more light- daytime or nighttime. "Do you remember the things that you do during a full moon?"- another shake of the head. "Well, in case anything does happen, to either one of us..." I quickly pulled my lips to Taylor's and kissed him with the lust of love that my heart has longed to show him, ever since we met on our journey to the New World. To my surprise, his lips replied with an avid appetite for mine. My hands ran down from his neck to his bum to grind our growing hard-ons together. I don't know how long we stayed like this; my fear was that this would be the first and last time that I would express love to him. Still kissing, I focused my sense of touch to my groin. It felt so good to grind him with my dick through cum-dampened cloth. Though, I noticed something strange- Taylor was getting soft. Then, he stopped kissing me. I wondered what was the matter. I opened my eyes, not that I really expected to see anything, and to my dismay, did see something. I saw his eyes. Glowing red-orange eyes were looking into mine. Never have I had a boner fade away so quickly. Taking a step back, "Taylor?" He didn't say anything, however, I did hear a low grumble come from his chest. I put my hand on the side of his face- my mistake, because he bit it- HARD. My reaction was a big slap to his face with my other hand which surprised him as much as the bite did me. I brought my injured hand to my mouth, tasting blood on either side. "That...fucking hurt!" I hissed at him. With eyes adjusted to the darkness I could see his wry grin. What...an...asshole... I grabbed his shirt, ripped practically half of it off and tied what I had around my hand. "Tell you what, I'll make a deal. I'll let you have a drink." Instantly, he showed interest in what I had said, his eyes were intent and he started licking his lips with desire. "But, you'll let me fondle you in any way I wish."- His interest disappeared. "Oh, come on. Blood for pleasure? Don't worry, I'll make you feel good too." He remained unchanged. "You'll have to wait another entire month for waaarrrm, taaasty, vit-al-i-zing blood." He stared at me, until finally rolling his glowering eyes. "Is that a yes?" I asked. A low growl rumbled from Taylor. I cupped my ears towards him, "What?" This time the growl was much more intense and exasperated. I got close to him again, "Just don't kill me," and held onto his shoulders with my arms by his sides. I showed him the side of my neck. He smelt it, then began licking it. His warm breath and tongue turned me on again. But the bite that came afterwards overrided any pleasurable feelings with pain. As his teeth were piercing my flesh, I could feel blood run down my neck- until his lips closed on my skin. His tongue moved around, savoring my offering as the flow of liquid was slowly being drawn into his mouth. I could hear him gulp his meal as his throat constricted around a pocket of blood and sank down into his body. He smelt of salty, sweaty man. I wanted more of him than before. He was tasting me in a way- different than I would have hoped, but it was amazing knowing I was nurturing him and that I was inside him. I started feeling light-headed. How much... more....... was he going to drink? "Taaeeeloor.....sss...sssstop...." (Falls to the floor unconscious) Well guys, that's the end of part one! It seemed like more on paper...but there's sure to be more coming up. Please send me an email- comment, criticize me constructively, idc. Again, this story is COMPLETELY FICTITIOUS and is not intended to portray any real life figures. XD