Atlas page 7

"It hurts." Jim gasped as he squeezed his eyes shut. He took a few shallow breaths and grit his teeth. He was no stranger to pain. Just a few months before he came aboard the Atlas he pinched a nerve in his neck but this was different. He had never felt anything like this before. He had never thought about how sensitive the nerves in his anus were. But it made sense, it was all part of his genital area which he knew was particularly tender territory - and Brice did remark on how easy it was to get him going. How he twitched and gasped like nobody had ever touched him before. Which was partially true - no one had ever touched him there. God, his head was spinning, it was so hot in the cabin all of a sudden. "Brice, stop. You're really hurting me."

"You know when I made those jokes about you being a stuck up, tight ass, little bitch I had no idea it was actually true. How long does it take for you to shit everyday - I can barely move my finger." Brice said as he gently probed Jim. He used his other hand to spread Jim's legs wider. "Your muscle control is really amazing. You're managing to stay clenched even with your legs this far apart."

"Not funny." Jim growled. "You made it look like it felt so good."

"It does feel good but that's because I wasn't clenching. Loosen up." Brice said as he wiggled his finger quickly.

"Ah! Stop that!" Jim shrieked as he pushed himself up on his elbows. Brice smiled but it quickly faded when he saw the distressed look on Jim's face. "Why can't I do this?" he asked himself.

"You're all tense." Brice said before he leaned over and placed a kiss on Jim's lips. "Lay back and relax."

"But-" Jim cut himself off when he realized what he was going to say.

"But what?" Brice asked as he took up the bottle of lube again. Jim blushed a little and looked down.

"I uh...wanted to see." Jim answered. Brice's eye brows shot up. Who knew Jim could be even the slightest bit kinky? Wanting to see what was happening wasn't the most taboo of fetishes but it was enough to work with. Brice leaned over and kissed him again.

"You are adorable, you know that?" he asked before he reached back and grabbed a pillow. He handed it to Jim and he used it to prop himself up.

"It's only one finger?" Jim asked in disbelief. Brice chuckled.

"See you were making all that noise for nothing." Brice said as he uncapped the lube and poured some on Jim's flaccid cock. "Here..." He took Jim's hand and placed it on top. "Do what makes you horny." Jim's face lit up bright red.

"You want me to masturbate in front of you?" He asked as if it were the most revolting thing in the universe. Brice smiled.

"I like to watch too." He said. Jim just stared at him. "Come on, you've been my most obsessive fantasy for months now. There's nothing you can do to yourself that will turn me off."

"Still it's just-

"Less talking, more stroking." Brice said as he poked the head of Jim's dick with his finger. He felt a little shiver run through the man. His muscles unlocking just slightly before seizing up again. Jim let out a long sigh before taking himself in one hand. Brice stilled his movements for a moment to watch Jim as he worked himself. He took in deep breaths that came out as shaky gasps. Every few strokes he bit his bottom lip and whined. Brice felt his muscles slowly loosen as he continued. He watched Jim's eyes slide shut as he put his head back and moaned. He seemed to forget Brice was even there for a few minutes. "You weren't kidding. Excluding your times with me, when was the last time you got off?"

"I can't...r-r-remember." Jim stuttered as he moved his hand faster.

"You poor thing." Brice said before he resumed his actions. "Much better." He commented when he was able to add a second finger. Jim took in a sharp breath.

"What is that?" He asked as he looked down at what Brice was doing.

"Hm, that was easy to find." Brice said as he stroked over Jim's prostate with his middle finger again.

"Stop, that feels weird." Jim pleaded.

"It takes some getting used to. Might take even longer for you to cum from this." Jim put his head back and let out an aggravated sigh. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you get in lots of practice so it happens sooner." He added another finger and Jim twitched.

"Anh!"

"Easy." Brice hushed him as he stroked his thigh. "You're ready." he stated - matter of fact. Brice took up the bottle of lube again. He spread a generous amount over his erection and worked it over himself with his free hand.

"As...as I'll ever be." Jim said to himself. His own movements slowed. He paid more attention to Brice as he positioned himself and slowly withdrew his fingers. All of a sudden everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. Jim yelped when the tip of Brice's cock came in contact his hole. With a little push it slid in and the first inch seemed to last forever. Jim felt like he would tear in half. His skin burning as it stretched to accommodate Brice's girth. Brice gave him a moment to adjust before easing the rest of the way in. Jim watched for a moment longer before the site of Brice disappearing into him became too much. The pain spread every where. Jim was sure he couldn't feel anything but that searing pressure. He couldn't hear anything other than his own heart pounding in his chest. He didn't realize Brice was all the way in until he leaned over and started kissing him.

"Damn, don't scream so loud or they'll think I'm killing you." Brice chuckled. Jim didn't even realize he had been screaming but now he could feel his sore throat. A minor twinge of pain compared to the unbearable agony that radiated from his lower half.

"Fuck-" Jim was cut off when Brice started to slowly thrust in and out of him. Brice grit his teeth. Jim was almost impossibly tight. And when he moved a little faster Jim dug his nails into his lower back. Their eyes met and Brice smirked.

"Tell me what you want." He said. Jim could barely remember to breathe at the moment let alone form any kind of thought. "Here...let me do that." Brice leaned back a little so he could get his hand between them. He gripped Jim's erection and stroked him in time with his thrusts into the younger man. Jim suddenly arched up. His mind went blank as the pleasure of being touched melded with the pain. After a while he couldn't differentiate the two. He just spread his legs wider and moaned.

"Faster!" He finally managed to say something and Brice obeyed. "Oh God..."

"Not yet baby...Just a little longer..." Brice moaned absently. He knew he wouldn't last very long. Jim was just so-

"Ahh!" Jim suddenly cried out. And there was no stopping his apex this time. He tensed and ejaculated all over Brice's hand.

"Holy- unh shit!" Brice winced when Jim convulsed around him. It was painful to be in such a tight grip. But as he pulled out he felt his climax building. He let go of Jim's cock in favor of his own. His palm slick with Jim's seed - he came and bit his lip as he let loose on to Jim's inner thigh. "Damn..." He sighed as he looked down at Jim. He caught one last blink before Jim slipped into sleep. Brice let out another sigh before he flopped back on to the bed.


Jim breathed in and out slowly as he stood under the spray of warm water. He awoke that morning to find himself alone in Brice's bed, every muscle in his body sore to the bone, his skin taunt and sticky with dry fluids. He somehow managed to make it to the bathroom, limping the whole way so as to not upset his still throbbing anus. As he stood there in the shower he let one hand venture down his crevasse. He gingerly probed the area before examining his finger tips. He sighed in relief to find he wasn't bleeding. But he'd have to ask Brice for more pain killers. There was no way he'd be able to go about his duties in such a condition. In the mean time he rubbed the rest of his body clean, kneading the muscles he could - thankful for the help of hot water to help relax them.

After his shower he got dressed and went out on deck to find they were in the process of docking at a space port. The crew were moving particularly fast in their preparations to land. The only one not bustling about was Wren. Jim walked up beside him. "Where are we?" he asked. Wren's nose twitched as did his ears as he turned to look at Jim. From the way his nose crinkled Jim knew he could probably smell the heady scent of sex all over him despite the shower he had taken. 'Oh God.' he thought. Could all Animalians smell that well? He looked across the deck and noticed one of the canid twins stopped for a moment with the same knowing look on his face. Jim felt his face heat up. "Oh God." he muttered.

"Isn't it obvious from the stink of this place. It's already permeated everything." Wren said.

"Us regular humans can't smell like you." Thomas reminded Wren as he happened by them. "We're docking at Cortizon." he informed Jim.

"Cortizon...the space port of whores?" Jim said. He had heard of it before. Some of fleet men were familiar with the place. Apparently it was home to more brothels and strip parlors than any other place in the galaxy. A space port run and inhabited completely by women of all shapes, sizes, species and build - yes there were even robots designed to be 'of service'. The thought of such a thing made Jim's skin crawl. "Is that why everyone is so...rushed."

"Yeah, the captain won't share you so we have to get our pussy elsewhere." Kyle said as he locked the guns into their hidden bunkers. Jim glared at him.

"And when no amount of money makes you desirable where will you go." Jim said sarcastically. Kyle flipped him the finger and Jim snorted indignantly.

"Now now, boys. Keep a cool head." Brice said as he finally made an appearance on deck. "You can have your fun once we're done. And I know it will be hard to concentrate in this place but just remember if you start thinking with your dick we all die."

"Yes sir!" they all barked. Jim walked over to Brice.

"Why are we stopping here? If the fleet is doing patrols-

"We need more supplies." Brice interrupted. "There's no way we'd make it another few days let alone a few months in hiding. It's either this or we go pillaging." Jim still looked apprehensive. "Don't worry. This stop will be as brief as possible. All I have to do is talk to my contact here while the boys are resupplying the ship and after a day or two we can put some leagues between us and that Fleet patrol." he explained. He gave Jim a reassuring smile but he still looked distressed. "Your worry wart has got to be bigger than Wren's. Look..." He pointed up the main mast. Jim looked and they had put up a civilian transport flag. "We're incognito."

"Fine." Jim said.

"I'll be back." Brice said before giving Jim a playful pat on the butt. The contact took him by surprise and he tensed only to be reminded of his soreness. He glared at Brice as he headed for the gang plank.

"Wait!" Jim called after him. "You're going alone."

"Rules of my contact. But I'm touched by your concern, love." Brice said as he trotted down the plank.

"But-" Wren cut off Jim's protests with a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Don't question your Captain, boy. It'll get you ten licks from the barb whip." Wren said as he shoved Jim towards the engine room. "Go do your job and find something to fix."


Jim couldn't hide his worry after six days. Not only were there increasing reports of Fleet ships in the area but Brice hadn't returned the entire time. At first Jim found his absence welcoming - he helped himself to Brice's bed every night and the crew seemed a little less intense without him around. But by the ninth day the anxiety started to settle in. Every day the crew would ask Wren where Brice was and he'd assure them their captain was ok. He reminded them that this was normal behavior for him and to mind their orders.

They seemed content while docked but Jim knew it wouldn't last. Every night Kyle, Thomas and one of the twins would go into the market and come back with woman to 'entertain' them. By the second week they started to get antsy. They were sailors after all. And without their leader they started to worry. Jim woke in the middle of the night to find himself hugging Brice's pillow tightly. When he realized what he was doing he shoved it away and sat up.

"Get a grip." He told himself. Jim hated how attached he had gotten to Brice and all his little mannerisms that made Jim feel like the most important person in the universe. Just yesterday he saw Wren and Smithy talking. Smithy wanted to know what Wren was going to do if Brice didn't come back. Wren just sighed and told his younger brother that he'd give Brice another day before he went looking for him...or what was left of him. Apparently it was common to dock on Cortizon and never be seen or heard from again.

Jim laid down for a few minutes and tried to go back to sleep but thoughts of Brice face down in a puddle of blood keep him wide awake. He decided to get a mug of beer - hoping the alcohol would make him drowsy. He pulled on a shirt and a pair of pants before he left the cabin and headed for the galley. It was quiet on deck. Jim looked up for a moment and saw Kyle in the crow's nest - keeping watch for the night. The large man adjusted his shot gun and took his cigarette out of his mouth before giving Jim a small wave. Jim was about to wave back when Kyle's brow suddenly furrowed. He flicked his cigarette away and took aim at Jim. He froze for a moment until he realized Kyle was aiming for the gang plank behind him.

"Who goes there!" he roared. Jim got ready to fend off the intruder as they slowly crept up the plank.

"Don't point that thing at your captain you bastard." Jim almost couldn't believe it was Brice. His voice sounded raspy and hoarse like he hadn't spoken for days. And as he boarded the ship and came into the dim lantern light Jim's eyes went wide.

"Oh my god." Jim gasped. Brice was covered nearly head to toe in blood and dirt. His clothes were torn and he was missing one boot. He winced as he limped on to the deck. He had one hand pressed to his side and Jim realized he was bleeding from a wound there. Kyle got over his initial shock and rang the large alert bell next to him. He then turned to the communication pipe.

"Wren! Get to the deck. The captain is wounded!" he yelled. The deck was soon a bustle with the crew, they stumbled up the stairs from the barracks and gathered around to see what was happening.

"What happened to you?" Jim asked as he tried to help Brice walk. Brice tried to push him away but in his current condition he wouldn't be able to push a pencil if he tried.

"We have to...leave. Get to the engines. Unfurl...urk-" Brice seemed to choke on his words and Jim got closer to hear him. Brice suddenly raised his head and spit blood right in Jim's face. He coughed up more before his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed. Jim caught him out of reflex although he was still in shock. He suppressed his nausea over the bile and blood dripping off his face and held Brice up until Wren finally burst through the rest of the crew to get to him.

"Give him here." Wren demanded. When Jim didn't move Wren simply took Brice up in his arms and rushed down into the galley. Jim found himself down there, feeling like he was moving in slow motion as Smithy, Wren and one of the canid twins hurried about. Wren swept his arm across one of the tables to clear it of the mugs and dishes that had been left there and laid Brice down on it. "Toby get him sewn up quick."

"Aye, sir." The canid said as he readied a needle and thread. Smithy brought up several bottles of rubbing alcohol from the cellar and uncapped them. Wren took them up and began cleaning Brice's wounds. The pain made Brice start and he regained consciousness with a gasp. He let out a few pathetic sobs as he struggled to get away from what was causing him pain.

"Sit still. You're hurt." Wren said. Brice just continued to writhe. He clutched his side and Wren went still for a moment. He grabbed Brice's wrist and slowly tried to move his hand. "Let me see...let me see it." He coaxed Brice into moving his hand. When he did and the pressure was released blood seemed to gush from the wound in his side. Smithy came up from the cellar again with lots of gauze and towels - just in time it would seem. "Toby!"

"It's ready." Toby said as he joined Wren at Brice's side. Smithy kept pressure on the wound while Wren went to comfort Brice.

"Don't..." Brice gasped.

"Cub, look at me." Wren demanded as he took Brice's hand. "We've got nothing to put you out with." Brice just winced - squeezing his eyes shut and gritting his teeth. Wren's ears went down as he looked at Brice for a moment. He sighed heavily before he looked at Toby and Smithy. "Do it. Quick now or he'll never make it." Toby just nodded and Smithy moved his hand just a little so Toby could start sewing up the wound. He seemed to prod it with his finger - Jim figured out later that he was looking for anything that may have gotten lodged in it when Brice got injured. But as he watched Toby make the first stitch he nearly fainted. It pieced Brice's skin - bulging slightly before it came through the other side. Jim was sure he had never heard any thing worse than the way Brice shrieked. He only got louder when Toby made another pass with that horrid looking curved needle. Even more painful than the needle was the look of the thread as it was pulled through Brice's flesh.

Jim suddenly bolted from the galley. He raced the edge of the ship and threw up over the side. He had seen men shot before. Their limbs severed and all sorts of gruesome things. But it wasn't the sight of blood the had made Jim lose it. He heard those wounded men sobbing and calling for their mothers but after a while they'd receive pain killers or shots of anesthesia to put them to sleep. But Brice was wide awake as they stitched him back together. The way that Brice cried out was just awful. He had never heard such blood curdling screams. And he couldn't stop hearing them.

It took them forty five minutes to get Brice sewn up. And even as his wailing quieted down Jim could still hear him sobbing. Babbling about having to leave port and trying to tell them what happened to him. From the top of the galley stairs Jim could hear Wren hushing him. And soon Brice's was completely quiet. Jim was about to go back down when Wren, Smithy and Toby came up. The rest of the crew gathered around - they had been waiting around deck for news on the condition of their captain.

"We're setting sail." Wren announced. "With the Captain incapacitated I am now in command of the Atlas. No one is allowed in the galley until I say so. Get to your posts and get this ship moving, now!"

"Aye, sir!" they all barked in unison before hurrying off. Jim moved to the steps of the galley only to be stopped by Wren.

"No one is allowed down there." Wren said.

"But-

"I'm your captain now. Come with me." Wren ordered. Jim didn't have a choice but even if he wanted to stay Wren dragged him below deck. He lead the way, Toby and Smithy following close behind. They ended up in the showers. "Get yourselves cleaned up." He shoved Jim towards a stall before moving to one himself. Toby was already under the spray of water, washing the blood from his hands. Wren rung out his clothes before getting to his face and hands. It looked like Brice had spit up more blood on him. Jim quickly undressed and washed the dried gore from his skin.


Author's note: Another cliff hanger, nyah nyah :P