This is very hard to read, so you need to put paragraphs in it. It should look something like this;

The pirates looked with awe at the prisoner of the Captain. A young, teenage boy with golden curls and rosy cheeks, bound in Captain Hook's quarters.
"I'd like ter take that sweet flesh over my knee, and squeeze it an' liiick inside it."
"He's so stone-faced. He ain't moved an inched since he was bonded ter that chair." Hook said with a grin something that none of the pirates outside the room would hear.
Smee began stripping Peter, tickling his skin with his tongue until the boy started to wriggle.
"His nipples, Smee. Torture them gently as you can."
"MMMPH! Please, I beg mercy, sir!" Hook began changing hooks.
"Don't release the little harpie, Smee. More, and more. I will not believe he has a virgin body, so do as you like for the moment."
"No, I do! I swear it on my life!"
"I don't believe it. The quick hardness of your nipples means you often touch yourself. Those Lost Boy heathens have probably all had a ride or two with you."
"I've never been touched..." Peter Pan sobbed.
"Is he being truthful, Smee?" asked Hook, coming closer to the two on the chair.
The Captain lifted Peter's dainty foot, and began to suck his small pink toes. "We're not going to stop until you reach orgasm." When the long, snakey tongue began to flick around, Peter thought he was dying. He let himself scream from pleasure.
"Ohh, you're ticklish between them. Eh, Ehh.."
"Captain, I know a few lot more naughty-like positions." Smee turned Peter so he was facing him, and pushed him down, so his back hit the seat of the chair, and his legs were bent over his head. Hook resumed torturing his toes, while Smee rubbed his small ass, and licked the puckered rose between his snowy cheeks. "Aaahhh...Captain, I...!"
"Feeling good, you horrible little boy?!"
"N-Naahhh!" Peter bucked his hips. Smee licked around inside him, testing it. "He is indeed a full virgin, Captain. Hasn't even gotten a kiss from one of those Lost Boy urchins."
"Not even a kiss?" The Captain closed the distance between himself and the frightened boy. "Smee, continue what you're doing. I am going to take a kiss from these, apparent virgin lips. Come here, boy."
"Nnn!" Peter tried to keep his mouth shut, but Hook's tongue shocked him into gasping, and the man took the oppurtunity, plundering Peter's mouth like he plundered Neverland gold.
Peter thought he would burst into flames if they didn't stop. Smee fingered his ass, which hurt for a moment, but Peter would not cry. He would no longer beg to be released, because he knew they wouldn't until he reached orgasm, whatever that was.
James Hook, meanwhile, was going mad from the hot, honeyed cavern he was exploring. He disrobed, causing the wriggling boy to scream in terror from the meaning. "He's going to! NO! I'll never let him have me! No!" Smee was startled by the sudden violent jerks, and lost hold of Peter, who ran from the cabin after cutting his ropes on the carving of a golden-framed chair.
"He's got away from the Captain!"
"Did you see that sweet face before, lads? What a happy 'ittle boy he was bein'." The naked teen made to bolt down the stairs and onto the deck, but the spectating crew members caught him. "Let me go! Dammit!" Countless hands began to fondle his person, and soon, Peter was moaning and in tears. "Please, please stop! No more! It's hot!"
"Tie him up to the mast, and teach him about pleasure," the Captain ordered, forcing a kiss on Peter.
"Get his ankles!"
"AAHHH! No, please, you can't do this! Please let me go!" Two blue starfish were brought, and put on his nipples. He cried out, loudly, face flushed from their feelers sucking his sensitive flesh. "He-Help me..."
"Leave him like that a moment. I like to watch him, so helpless."
"Captain Hook, please!" Peter closed his eyes. "I don't know what an orgasm is. How will I know I've reached it?"
"We...will let you know," said Hook, grateful for the boy's ignorance, and began rubbing his opening. "Nnn!"
"Do you like this, Peter?"
"I...I lo-love it!"
"Ooh, really?"
Peter leaned closer to the Captain's ear. "Didn't you want me all to yourself, James? That's what I want right now. For you to have me all to yourself. Please?" Hook saw Peter's desire-glazed eyes, and kissed him. "In a while, pet. Let them have a bit of fun, first."
"Don't let them take me, please. It's you I need."
"And why me, Peter?" asked the soft voice against his neck. "I'm afraid of them. There's so many, and...I know that you wouldn't hurt me like that."
"Oh, you think so."
"Yes...I do." Peter gave a short sob, and Captain Hook was touched on many levels by his sudden trust in him. "Your faith was not misplaced. Come, boy." He ripped Peter's bonds and lifted the limp form into his arms. "I have decided to take him, first. Have drink and food if you like while you wait." Ignoring the small groans of frustration, Captain Hook kissed Peter inside the cabin, lowering the boy onto his bed, and untying his wrists. "Open your legs, I want to see." Peter lifted up his knees, and spread them, using his hands to keep them in place. "I-Is this what you wanted to see?" he said, shyly. He was terribly afraid of all those pirates, and if the Captain was displeased, he would throw him out and let his crew have him. He wouldn't come back out alive. He did his best to look happy he was in Hook's bed. "Oh, that's perfect, Peter."
"Please don't give me to them." A tear rolled down the boy's cheek, and slid over the pillow. Hook lapped at his cheek, and rubbed noses with him, which made Peter blush. "Now that I get to see you like this, I want you as my own. They have as many whores as they could ever need. They won't get you, too. You have my word."
"Oh, thank you!" Peter gave a soft whimper as he pried the starfish off, and pulled the Captain on top of him. Hook replaced his finger inside of Peter, and began stroking that sensitive area of nerves that would make the boy scream. And scream, he did. "Yes, Peter. Do you like that?"
"What is it?" moaned the boy, trying once more to wiggle away. Hook pinned him down, and kissed him until he was gasping for air. "It's alright to make noise. Cry as loud as you like. It is your right..." He leaned towards the blond's ear, "as my blushing bride." As Peter tried to understand what the Captain meant, the older man hit that spot again, and his thoughts focused on other pressing things. "How do you feel, my love?" James ran his hand gently over Peter's pale ass, squeezing the cheek. The boy rested his head on his arms, hugging the closest pillow. "What did you mean before?" he said, darkly. "About what?" The Captain played with Peter's damp gold curls. "Blushing bride. What was that about?" James turned Peter on his back and lay down on top of him, kissing his throat, and pointed ears. "You can't distract me, Captain."
"Why, it means that you belong to me, forever. I have dreamed of such an event for years. And now I have you in my clutches, Peter. But..." He touched Peter's angry-looking face. "As a law, I am also in yours. I belong to you, as well. Does that not sound so wonderful, Peter?"
"I will not be your bride." Peter knew what a bride was. A lady wore a dress and a veil and walked down an aisle-thing holding flowers. Never in his life would he be coerced into that. "Peter, you're a child. You've got no choice in the matter, after I've just made love to you. You must do as I say."
"Well, I won't! You'll never make me do it!" James pressed against him. "I will help you see the bright side of being mine." "That, I never minded, you dumbass pirate."
"Then what are you whining about, brat?"
"I will be yours, that's all good and fine. But I won't wear a dress for you, for anyone. Ever." The Captain was stone still for a moment. Then, to Peter's confusion, he threw his head back, laughing so hard he couldn't stop for a while. "Jim, you're scaring me. Quit it." When Hook still couldn't stop his laughing fit, Peter locked both his slender arms around the man's neck, and kissed him with as much passion as he could. "Mmmmm...Oh, Peter."
"If you can manage to stop laughing yourself sick, I'll be yours as long as you want. Just don't worry me like that, Captain. I don't understand what you thought was so funny."
"I'd never put you in a dress, Peter, you little dolt. More than that comes with being a bride."
"Like what?"
"Like taking the dress off..."
"Ooohh!"
"And doing this."
"Jim, wait!"
"You want me to do it to you again, I know you do."
"You are so sick and evil! Evil, sick, sick man! Ahhhh!"
"Can you take some more? Or have I been too rough on you, already?"
"No, I can take it! Ahhh, don't lick me, please!"
"You just said you could take it, my love. Ohh, your nipples are wanting some attention as well."
"Ho-How would you know that?" cried Peter, practically whailing. "Why, look at how pink and swelled they are. I will sample a bit, if I may..."
"I...I can't believe this is happening to me...!" thought Peter, feeling a momentary twinge of panic. Hook obviously noticed, and gently fingered his nipples. "Do not be frightened, Peter, my dear."
"Oh, why me? Why does this feel so good? He's a pirate!" Peter shut his eyes as these thoughts slurred in his head. "You're so beautiful..." The Captain kissed Peter, releasing his chest and wrapping his arms around the boy. "You will soon tire of me and want to go home." The man's voice was sad. "Your Lost Boys are probably sick worrying where you went."
"Don't, don't talk like that, Captain. You know I'm hardly so fickle. I will visit daily, my word is my bond."
"You will not forget? This is the land of children. You get distracted by a marble, Peter."
"I love that marble. Little Michael gave that to me as a farewell present before they left. So there." Peter licked his kiss-swollen lips. "I will not forget."
"Lay down with me for a bit longer, Peter."
"I hate long goodb

needs spaces...sorry, hurtin eyes real bad!

this isnt a bad stry, but i couldent get past the first three lines because there were no paragraphs. go back an seperate this thing a bit and then ill bet youll get more reveiws

i love. That gorgeous. Oh gosh this is my first history the Peter pan. Thanks . Merci de m'avoir fait découvrir.

Oh my god haha! What is this, I can't even...

Oh...good but bizarre and freaky all the same time. I'm a little scared myself, actually. Ooh, my brain. Images...IMAGES! :[

Good but bad the same time. I don't know what to think or feel the moment!

LOL:]

This is nasty

Aww come on guys... what's with all these "you detroyed my innocence and childhood memories" stuff? I mean, don't read it if you don't like it, and after all you knew what was waiting for you when you read the summary...

Well I liked it and am disappointed that they didn't go further... :) I wanted Hook to take Peter's virginity 3

This would have been easier to read and review if it were not in such a difficult format to read. I might suggest the use of paragraphs next time. They make it easier to concentrate on your work and not be distracted. I think the story was okay, though.

GIANT. BLOODY. WALL. OF. TEXT. 0_o

You've destroyed my childhood. Not only was this fic the single most disturbing and disgusting thing I've ever read, it was also the most random and pointless. So, even though Peter cut off Hook's hand and fed it to a bloody crocodile, he still wants to have Pan for his sick, twisted sexual fantasies? Yeah, not likely.

This is probably well written, but would you mind adding in paragraphs? Its incredibly hard to read!

You're sick.

OMG Wall O' Text! Fucking hells. Paragraphs, we have them for a reason. Fucking gods of hell, I want to read this, but FUCKING GODS OF HELL! It's like trying to read water, that shit don't fly!

i read ur peterpan story. i can never watch peterpan again! my innocent mind has been spoiled ... thanks!

i cant tell if that was disturbing or really hot...