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Curly walked into the main area of the ship, glancing around the room and seeing the usual activities of the crew. Swansea trying to relax on the couch with a crossword, Daisuke ruining that for him, Anya taking inventory of the medical supplies, and Jimmy next to her, making fun of her for anything he can think of. The blonde stood there and listened to every word Jimmy said to the poor Anya, each word making his fists clench harder and harder. Jimmy picked on Anya for every little thing he could think of, from making fun of her weight, saying her hair was skanky, and calling her voice was annoying, to calling her an unlovable virgin and a useless person who nobody could love.
Anya, for the most part, had an upset expression, but also seemed to be trying her best to ignore Jimmy. The last straw for Curly was when Jimmy made the ‘offer’ to fuck her once he had fully transitioned. Everybody knew Jimmy was transgender, but they all agreed that his identity was no excuse to verbally abuse them. Curly watched as Anya finally had enough, running off to her quarters with tears streaming down her now puffy face. Watching the way she took off, the insults too much for her, Jimmy gained a cheeky smile on his face as he listened to the way Anya slammed the door, her cries growing quiet.
Walking over to the brunette, Curly grabbed Jimmy by the shoulder and spun him around, making him face the blonde. “You’re an asshole.” The blonde told Jimmy what no one else (except Swansea) would. A cheeky smile spreading across his face, Jimmy gave the Captain a push, adding some distance between them. "So what if I am? What're you gonna do about it?" The brunette mocked, his tone one that was full of pride and disrespect. By now, Swansea and Daisuke had looked up at the conflict between the two men, Swansea soon going back to his crossword while Daisuke kept his eyes glued to the argument like a young child fixated on a bug. Having had enough, Curly grabbed Jimmy by his forearm before dragging the brunette to his quarters. Opening the door and shoving him inside, Curly slammed the door shut and went up to Jimmy, backhanding him across the face before any other insults could fall from Jimmy’s lips.
Immediately after seeing the shocked expression and handprint that formed on Jimmy’s face, Curly grabbed his face and smashed his lips harshly against Jimmy’s, forcing his tongue into his mouth. At the sudden intrusion, Jimmy, as expected, began trying to push Curly’s hands off him, only to get shoved to the floor. Before he could get back up, however, Jimmy was pinned down by Curly kneeling between his legs and pinning his wrists above his head with one hand. “Get off me, you fucking psycho!” Jimmy demanded the blonde, but there was a hint of fear and worry in his voice. “What? Not gonna push or hit me this time?” The blonde mocked the man under him, his free hand soon moving to squeeze one of Jimmy’s thighs. Feeling the hand on his leg, Jimmy felt his eyes widen as thoughts and worries flooded his mind.
Was Curly, the captain of the fucking ship, about to actually rape him? But before anything else could be said, Curly’s lips were pressing soft kisses into Jimmy's neck as he let go of the brunette’s wrists, now using both hands to hold his hips. Instead of using this as a chance to push Curly away, to fight back and run away, Jimmy stayed still with fear, tears pricking at his eyes. Keeping his mouth on the trans man’s neck, Curly began leaving small bite marks along Jimmy’s neck and shoulder, all while his hands groped and touched places he shouldn’t. Jimmy’s hands began moving as well, only they went to weakly push at Curly’s, wanting the large hands to stop their exploration. “Come on, baby, let me feel you.” The blonde whispered, his breath hot against Jimmy’s neck before he leaned up and pressed kisses to his cheek. All Jimmy could do was let out shaky breaths and silent sobs while Curly groped him, not able to do anything to stop the man.
Soon, Curly couldn’t hold back anymore, allowing his hands to explore further, much to Jimmy’s despair as he felt Curly’s hand slip into his panties, calloused fingers rubbing against his dry folds. By now, Jimmy’s face is slightly red and puffy, tears streaming down his face as Curly’s hands continue to rub his dry and rejecting pussy. Then when Jimmy sees Curly sit up, he hiccups a bit as he desperately wants Curly to leave him be, only for that hope to be drained from him as he watches the way Curly begins to undo his pants, starting with his belt. “No…No, no, no…” Jimmy begs, trying to scoot away only for Curly to pause his stripping to grab Jimmy’s legs and pull him back towards him. Unzipping his Pony Express coveralls, pushing the top half to his thighs to show off his plain t-shirt and red boxers, as well as the obvious bulge in his undergarments. At the sight of Curly’s boner, Jimmy’s breath hitches as he feels his legs start to shake with fear. Grabbing Jimmy’s hip with one hand, Curly uses the other to unzip Jimmy’s coveralls, letting them sit at his ankles as his pretty pink panties and plain long sleeved shirt were visible now.
Then pulling down his panties, the blonde bit his lip at the sight of Jimmy’s perfect and fuzzy cunt. “Don’t like shaving, huh?” He asked, running a finger along Jimmy’s pubic hair, earning a hiccup and shiver from the trans man. Jimmy watches with fear and despair as Curly pulls the front of his boxers down, his erection springing free from its confinement. It’s now that Jimmy’s fight or flight kicks in, flight taking over as he moves to get away, only to be roughly grabbed and pinned to the ground by Curly, the larger man holding him down by his shoulders. “Please! I thought we were friends! Why are you doing this!?” Sobs flowed down Jimmy’s face, his hands pushing at Curly’s chest in one last attempt to get away. Not liking the way he was being pushed away, Curly kept Jimmy pinned under his weight, his cock twitching and prodding against the brunette’s bare thigh. “Is it because of Anya? I swear I was joking, I didn’t mean it!”
At one last try to avoid the assault, Jimmy tried explaining himself to the burly man on top of him, only for his pleas to fall on deaf ears. “You know what? Yes, it fucking is because of Anya.” The blonde snapped at him, his voice raw and hot with rage and lust. “Every goddamn day, I have to deal with listening to you calling her every name under the fucking sun.” Still pinning Jimmy under him, Curly spat his words out before moving a hand to hold Jimmy by the throat.
He wasn’t planning on choking the guy, just letting him know he would if he were to try anything. “Now lay the fuck still and stop complaining.” Getting out one last command, Curly let go of Jimmy, watching as the sobbing man stayed frozen. Reaching down, Curly stroked himself a few times, spreading pre-cum along his shaft before spitting directly onto Jimmy’s pussy. Staring at the trembling and crying Jimmy under him, Curly leaned down and went back to kissing and biting his neck as he slowly forced his cock into the other’s pussy. Letting out a sharp cry at the intrusion, Jimmy moved his hands to scratch at the hard floor before feeling as Curly gently began to snap his hips forward, burying himself deeper into Jimmy’s cunt. Letting out a few strained cries, Jimmy feels as the girth of Curly’s cock stretches his tight pussy, though Curly seems to be enjoying himself, his pleasure clear from the moans and grunts he lets out as he continues to thrust into the brunette.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight.” His words coming out in short breaths, Curly then reached to grab onto Jimmy’s waist, his fingers leaving bruises as he began to gain speed with his hips. “Please, Curly…S-stop..!” Jimmy cried out, his legs trying to close, only to be kept spread open again when Curly grabbed them. He kept going, ignoring the pleas and sobs from the man below him, the room full of tension and the cries of Jimmy as he felt when his whole body went numb from the blonde’s roughness. When his cries fell on deaf ears once again, the only sounds coming from Jimmy were soft sobs and hiccups, his face red and pussy from the crying and begging. But as he was beginning to feel the tingly sensation in his legs as they went limp, Jimmy was all of a sudden flipped onto his stomach, Curly’s hands grabbing his hips and bringing the brunette’s ass to the sky. Still not having pulled out, even after the position change, Curly went back to thrusting, his movement more harsh and unkind.
He had his hands glued to Jimmy’s hips, keeping the slightly smaller male still as he fucked into his womb with fervor. Jimmy could feel the tip of Curly’s cock hitting his cervix, feeling as it demanded entry to his womb. Meanwhile, Curly was letting out muffled moans and grunts as he felt the way Jimmy’s walls clenched and unclenched around his cock, milking him. He could feel the way his balls tightened, his climax getting closer and closer. With Curly’s thrusts getting faster and more forceful, Jimmy let out a pained scream before noticing something drip onto the floor. Trying to see through his tears, Jimmy could vaguely make out the crimson colored liquid as it dripped from where Curly’s body was connecting with his. Closing his eyes tightly, Jimmy keeps his forehead to the floor as Curly snapped his hips a few more times until he felt the other man’s cum flood his womb.
Letting out hiccups and silent whimpers, Jimmy felt as Curly slid his cock out of his bruised pussy. Looking at the crying mess Jimmy had become, Curly pants heavily as he wipes the cum off his cock, pulling his coveralls back up once he’s sure he’s clean. Peeking between Jimmy’s legs, he smirks at the sight of the blood and cum mixing together, creating a nice shade of pink, reminding him of Jimmy folds. As Curly stood back up, making sure he didn’t look too disheveled, he watched as Jimmy kept his eyes closed, not even able to look him in the eye. “Get yourself cleaned up.” The blonde demanded. “And you better not fucking report me, or I’ll make your life hell, understood?”
Hearing the demand and threat Curly spat at him, Jimmy was only able to weakly nod, his body shaking with fear and shock. Curly, not taking the time to look back at the brunette, walked out of the room, heading back to find what he needed in the first place. Swansea and Daisuke heard everything, Swansea being smart and keeping to himself, while Daisuke immediately got up and went after Curly, the young man’s mind filled with a million different questions. Dismissing Daisuke, Curly then heads over to Anya’s quarters, gently knocking. “Anya?” The blonde calls out, his gaze fixated on the doorknob before watching it turn, then being met with Anya’s still slightly puffy face. “I’m sorry.” Curly apologizes. “I should’ve told him to cut it out sooner, before it got worse.” The older man admits, parting his arms a bit before Anya embraced his comfort. “Thank you, Curly.” Her voice quiet, she lets her thanks slip past her lips, her eyes closed as he lays her head on Curly’s shoulder.
“Anya.” Curly spoke up. “Yeah?” Silence. “Don’t give Jimmy anything, let him live with the burden.” Curly soon found himself seeing Anya happier, her usual shy personality seeming to have disappeared. What Curly also sees himself witnessing, is Jimmy avoiding him, as well as vomiting more often and having a slight bump that was a bit visible through his uniform.