Of Mice and Men

George and Curley

⚠️ SMUT ⚠️

Curley was alone in the barn, trembling with his broken hand which looked like a gloop. Lennie and the others have already left, but not George. Curley looked up at George, eyes filled with tears, pain, and desperation.

"So." George looked down at him. "Ya done it, you fucked up Lennie for no reason huh? Now look what you got." George's face was blank, showing no expression, yet internally he felt furious at Curley but didn't know how to express it. "He's... Nuts. You're nuts for bein' with 'im George.." Curley quivered, looking down at his hand, he refused to look at George. George grabbed Curley's hair and forced Curley to stare at George. "Hey where- where's your son-of-a-bitch friend 'nyways George? Breakin' other hands? Breakin' my wife's hands? Fuckin' 'er!?" Curley snapped at George, yet George stayed silent. "Say somethin' George, I still have 'nother hand to beat you till yer dead."
George pulled Curley close to his face by his hair, making Curley loudly grunt. "You really are stupid, tch." George snarled, pushing Curley's head into the hay, making Curley gasp. Curley struggled as he attempted to get up from George's grasp, little did he know, that motivated George to push him deeper into the hay. Curley began to laugh. "What, so you're gon' break my hand too? Or are ya gon' move onto my feet?" "I won't do anythin' to ya physically," George spoke with a monotone expression, pushing Curley's head into the hay even further. "You gon' kill me!? It's gettin' harder to breathe-!" "Shut up." Curley laid silent as per George's request, but couldn't stay quiet for long as George started tugging on Curley's pants.

"George, what the hell you doin'!?" Curley screamed, but George didn't respond, instead, he kept tugging and tugging. "You wearin' a belt, Curley?" "Yeah- wh-why does that matter?" George pressed against Curley to reach for his belt, Curley felt George's crotch against his bum and slightly gasped. George managed to unbuckle Curley's belt, removing it and finally removing his pants. "You don' wear nothin' underneath but you keep that damn glove on for yer wife." George laughed. "Oh, but I don' think she'll be your wife no more if she sees us do this." "Do what!? George, you're-" Suddenly, Curley felt a sharp pain in his internal bottom area, letting out a large scream.

"Fuck- George- George!" Curley screamed. "I have a- wife!" George immediately pushed Curley's face deeper into the hay. "Shut your mouth then, or she'll hear you." George snarled sharply, as he started moving his hips quickly, slapping against Curley's bum, making Curley yell out to George. "George- please! Agh-!" George sped up more, beginning to laugh. "Shouldn't have done tha' to Lennie you sick bitch, look at you now, what will your wife think when I tell 'er?-" Suddenly, Curley let out a pleasant moan, not a pained moan, but pleasant. "More, George.. More~!" Curley's moans were muffled in the hay, shocking George but then it pissed him off, George began pulling on Curley's other, non-broken hand, which made Curley yelp in pain. "Why'd you like it? Sick son-of-a-bitch." George sped up his thrusting while aggressively pulling on Curley's hand. Curley's moans and screams were covered up by his face being buried deep in the hay by George's hand, not letting out much noise externally, this was good. George sped up even more in anger, he didn't want Curley to like this, this was supposed to be his punishment for hurting Lennie. George thought about this, and got even more angry, speeding up and pulling on Curley's arm more. "George- ah~!" Curley grunted, pissing off George more, but as George sped up more, he heard something gentle clashing against the hay, he stopped and took a look at the hay. George noticed a white substance on the hay, looking like white liquid, looking like cum. George immediately pulled out and screamed into his hands in severe annoyance, with Curley panting, finally raising his face from the hay.

"You're big.. George. We could do this more, what'd'ya say?" Curley smiled while panting. George looked back at him, extremely irritated. "You bitch, ya weren't supposed to fuckin' like tha'." George zipped his pants up and stepped on Curley's back to push him into the hay. "Wait 'till yer wife hears this." George snapped, leaving the barn. "Wait, George-!" George stopped to look back at him. "What you want?" "Tell 'er and I'll shove my leg so far up ther', you whore." George sighed and left the barn in anger, Candy went into the barn after him, his eyes laid on Curley, with him lying against the hay with his belt thrown aside and his pants pulled down, and Curley panting while smiling deviously. "Curley?" Candy alerted him. "Candy, get outta here, we'll talk in the mornin'."