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Things were not going well for Rocket, not well at all. One minute he was just looking for a decent score, now he was handcuffed and standing in a dark room with a muscular brute made of rocks, a Kronan, behind him. He had no weapons, no communication device and no Groot.

Before he wound up in God knows where, he was scoping out a place storing some valuable weapons that he could sell. But before he could do anything, the big goon behind him suddenly got the drop on him. Before blacking out he remembered feeling embarrassed, both for getting caught and also because of what the Kronan had called him before knocking him out; 'fat ass'.

Now Rocket hardly had would most would call a gut, he didn't weigh much and eating food was sometimes a rare occurrence. But it would seem that, despite this fact and his small size, his butt was quite plump and such an observation filled him with shame.

Upon waking up, he found himself wearing cuffs, he thought he was back in the slammer again but these cuffs were unlike the ones used in prisons. These cuffs were magnetically connected, a person can make them attach to each other or other objects with the push of a button. No normal prisons used these kinds of cuffs, at least not that he was aware of.

Glancing around, he couldn't see anything else in the narrow room, just him, the Kronan and a table in front of him. Other than that there was no way out and he definitely couldn't fight back against the big guy, even Groot would know that.

Finally, after getting tired of the silence, Rocket turns to the Kronan behind him.

"Hey, buddy, do you know what this crap is all about?" he asked.

The brute didn't answer.

"Oh, not much of a talker are ya?" Rocket remarked. Again, no answer. "Good, good talk."

Rocket stayed quiet for moment before finally yelling.

"Hey! Where the hell am I!? Whoever put me here better show themselves! And I mean now!"

"Well, if you insist, Rocky." A voice spoke up.

Rocket's eyes widen. He knew that voice, all too well.

The raccoon-like creature looked ahead as he heard footsteps coming his way. As they grew louder and louder, the uneasy feeling in his belly grew bigger and bigger. Soon enough, something jumped onto the table before jumping off it and landing in front him.

The creature before him was a blue furred creature resembling a Terran rabbit only with cybernetic enhancements like himself. He also wore black and brown body armour, complete with gloves.

"Ello, Rocky." The hare smirked.

Rocket narrows his eyes. "Hello, Jack."

"That's Blackjack to you." The blue rabbit corrected him, annoyed. "Anyway, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Yeah, it has, last I remember you, me and Groot pulling off a job on Arago-7." Rocket recalled.

"More like you and Groot pulled it off." Blackjack reminded him, his red eyes narrowing. "You remember what happened to me during it, don't you?"

"Yyyyyeah... sorry about that." Rocker shrugged, smiling sheepishly.

"Sorry? You gave the loot to me, made it look like I was the only one stealing it when the coppers arrived then, while they were hauling me away, you swiped the loot and ran off with it! With no one even noticing but me!!" Blackjack snapped. "You double-crossed me, Rocky."

"Hey, I said I was sorry, what more do you want?" Rocker remarked. "But hey, at least you escaped."

"Aye, barely." Blackjack sneered.

"Look, I know you didn't just bring me here to reminisce about the past. You mind explaining it because your buddy lip here is tighter than _your _asshole!" Rocket said, angering the Kronan before Blackjack gestured him to stop.

The rabbit chuckled. "Tighter than my asshole... now that's funny," he admitted. "And speaking of assholes, which you are by the way... ah, nevermind, we'll get to that soon I hope."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Rocket questioned, confused.

"First of all, I'm gonna give you one chance, Rocky."

"Chance to what?"

"Apologize!?"

"Yeah! For betraying me! Leaving me to rot in a cell and endure experiments that made yours _seem _tame!"

"You think I'm seriously gonna apologize to you! The guy who literally sold his own family for a couple of credits!? You're out of your mind, blue boy!"

Blackjack chuckled again. "You know... I was hoping you'd refuse to apologize."

Rocket was stunned to hear this. "You... were?"

"Yeah, now you can pay me back for the double cross _another _another way." Blackjack revealed as he took out a remote.

"Wait... what are you gonna...?" Rocket began to asked, getting a little nervous before Blackjack pressed a button, causing parts of his cuffs to start glowing before his arms suddenly spread apart and went behind his back. He had no control over this, no matter how much he tried, his arms wouldn't obey his commands.

Upon getting behind his back, the cuffs reconnected with each other, confirming that they really did act like magnets and Blackjack's remote controlled them.

"Hey! What is this!?" The furry little thug yelled at his captor before the rabbit suddenly took out a large knife and held it out toward him. Now Rocket was beginning to shake. "N-Now... h-h-hold on there... take it easy Jackie uh... maybe-maybe... maybe we can still work something out...?"

"Sorry Rock, ship's already left the station." Blackjack grinned, sadistically before he brings the knife down as Rocket closed his eyes tightly.

After a second, a tearing sound was heard and when Rocket opened his eyes, he was shocked to see that it wasn't his furry flesh that was cut, but the very front of his suit, causing it to open up a bit.

"Huh?" Rocket responded in confusion before Blackjack threw away the knife, grabbed both sides of his torn soon and, in one quick but strong pull in both directions, he ripped the whole suit off of Rocket, rendering the raccoon-like creature nude. "Hey!!"

Blackjack laughed as he dropped the two pieces of what used to be Rocket's suit on the floor. Rocket wanted to cover up his currently exposed junk with his hands, but because his hands were behind his back, he had to use his knee to do so.

"What the hell, Jack!? You filthy pervert! Why the heck did you strip me naked for!?" Rocket demanded feeling both angry and embarrassed.

Blackjack just grabbed Rocket's chin and squeezed his cheeks as he pulled his head closer to him, much to his surprise.

"Let's just say that, in order to repay your debt to me, I want you to play a role. An important role." Blackjack said in a creepy way before he pressed his lips against Rocket's forcefully puckered lips.

The crook that resembled a raccoon quickly let out a muffled squeal as his eyes widen to size of dinner plates. He tried to move or run away or anything but Blackjack O'Hare just kept him in place by putting his other hand on his shoulder even while he wiggled around. While Rocket let out muffled screams of protests, Blackjack moaned with pleasure in his voice.

With little he can do, Rocket started to stomp on the ground rapidly, especially when Blackjack started to force his tongue into his mouth and began to poke and prod at his own tongue. He was trying to get him to tongue wrestle him but Rocket wasn't having it, in fact next to that he was trying hard not to puke in Blackjack's mouth. He was actually afraid of what Blackjack might do if he did.

Eventually though, Blackjack ended the kiss, at which point Rocket started to spit several times in disgust.

"Ugh! Gross!! Nasty!! Friggin'... blah!!" Rocket exclaimed.

"Did you like it?" Blackjack inquired, smirking.

"Liked it!!? Are you crazy!? That was completely disgusting! Friggin' homo! First you strip me naked and now you're_kissing_ me!? What is your deal??" Rocket demanded.

"I told you mate, this is how you pay me back." The rabbit stated. "And those two things aren't the only things were gonna do."

Blackjack started to move closer to Rocket again and this time the thief backed away from his captor.

"Get away from me you freak!" Rocket snapped, completely forgetting about the Kronan behind him that he was walking backwards towards.

Before Rocket could get any closer to the big brute however, the rock being drew his hand back and said

"Fat ass."

At which point, the Kronan smacked him right on the keister, causing Rocket to scream in pain and spin around, nearly jumping up and down in pain in the process.

"What the hell, man!?" he yelled before Blackjack grabbed him from behind.

"Not gay, eh?" he inquired before forcefully turning and slamming Rocket against the wall. Rocket let out a cry of pain in response. "You will be after this."

Blackjack then used one hand to take out his remote while using the other to keep Rocket pinned, with a press of a button he unconnected Rocket's cuffs before moving Rocket away from the wall and towards the table. He slammed him against the edge and forced him to bend over before grabbing his wrists to keep his upper body pinned.

The so-called raccoon struggled greatly to break free but Blackjack's grip was tighter then anything he ever felt, still he fought, he growled and yelled in protest.

"Hey! Hey!! Get off of me! Get your filthy hands off me!" Rocket barked, seething with rage.

The rabbit turned to his own personal muscle. "Oi, lend me a hand and use this for me," he told him before releasing his grip on one of Rocket's wrist to toss over the remote before grabbing the raccoon's wrist once again.

The Kronan caught the remote quickly and carefully used his big, stone fingers to touch one of the buttons.

At that moment, Rocket's cuffs activated again and quickly become stuck to the metal table, now Rocket really couldn't move, he was magnetically stuck to the table and at the blue rabbit's mercy. Now Blackjack could release his grip on Rocket, who continued to struggle and thrash around wildly, trying fruitlessly to break free.

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you I swear...!" Rocket practically screamed.

The blue bunny chuckled, evilly. "Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, Rocky," he said as he reached down and started to unzip his pants.

"What're you...?" Rocket began to ask before realization started to dawn on him, along with sheer terrible as it all added together; stripping him, cuffing him, imbolizing him in this position, it all led to one thing and it was pointed right at his anus, teasing him a little. "No... No! You sick bastard!! Not that!"

"Yeah, Rocky. That."

"No! No, please! Don't... don't do this me...!!"

"Oh, I think I will and might I say... you really do have a fat ass, Rock."

"No...! Please...! Don't...! P-Please...!"

Blackjack ignored the raccoon's begging and proceeded to deliberately enter his penus into Rocket's tiny butthole as slowly as possibly, despite the initial difficulty. Rocket tried to scream but found that because of the sheer intensity of the pain he is feeling, no sound came out aside from a few squeaks and gasps.

He could feel the rabbit's member squeeze through the tight walls of his rectam, stretching it in ways he never thought possible. Rocket felt like his insides were on fire could even feel his muscles tearing up a little, which started to make him bleed a little, though Blackjack still didn't stop because of that. He just kept going and going until he was fully sheathed inside the raccoon.

Once the rabbit had reached the end of his length and hit the deepest part of Rocket's groin, the frequent jail breaker finally let out a scream.

"NO!" he exclaimed at the top of his lungs before Blackjack started to full out, but quickly shot back in just before the head of his member could come out also, making Rocket cry out again.

The rabbit chuckled evilly as he slide and out of his rival, fully enjoying himself. "Yeah... Yeah! Yeah!" he said while grunting and smiling.

"No! No! No!" Rocket cried out each time Blackjack thrusted his equipment into him. "Stop!! Please!! It's... it's too big! You're... you're gonna kill me!!! P-please...!"

"Oh, I ain't gonna kill ya Rocky... just break ya. In every! Way! Possible!" Blackjack stated each time he stabbed his dick into Rocket's butt.

With each thrust, Rocket grunted and jerked forward before sliding back every time Jack partially pulled out. While they were both covered in fur, the slapping sounds their bodies generated was still audible.

Rocket could almost say that the pain Blackjack was inflicting on him was worse then any of the experiments the scientists that made him inflicted on him. Unlike those hellish procedures, which destroyed and built him back together again, being naked and fucked in the ass by another male while someone else watched was destroying his pride, dignity and even his very will to live.

The only other time he had something stuck up his ass was a cybernetic eye that he swiped and that actually seemed more pleasurable then what Jack was doing to him.

While the two creatures that resembled Terran animals continued to have forced sex, the Kronan just watched silently and didn't move an inch, even while Rocket was being raped. He just stood there and watched like a statue.

Rocket and Jack's movements and grunting soon became rhythmic, the bunny even added to the pain by drawing his hand back and spanking Rocket. The raccoon-like creature began to grit his teeth tightly while this happened.

Blackjack finally stopped thrusting into Rocket and, while his whole length was still inside the triangle faced monkey, he stopped spanking and started to grope and massage Rocket's plump rear end.

"Hmm, what an erotic rump you got here..." The blue rabbit said with a grin.

Rocket hissed. "S-Shut up... pervert...!"

"You know what?" Blackjack whispered into Rocket's ear. "I think I wanna share the sight of your badonkadonk with the galaxy. But first... I gotta fill ya up with my seed."

Rocket began to panic while Blackjack started to thrust even faster. "No! No don't! Not inside me! Please! Not inside!" he begged as tears started to flow before he started to feel a wet liquid enter him, at which point he gasped sharply. "So hot...!!!"

Both creatures cried out at the top of their lungs as they finished while lifting their upper bodies up in the process. This lasted for a good long time before finally Rocket dropped back down on the table, out of breath and utterly humiliated.

Rocket shivered as Blackjack pulled his 'little friend' out of his tush while the bunny stepped back and zipped up his pants.

"Now, fair warning, my hands are about as steady as the guy who made me." Blackjack told him as he took out another device. "Time for a shaving."

Weakly, Rocket turned his head toward the rabbit-like creature behind him. "Ugh... what...?" he asked groggily, as if he just came out of a coma instead of an intense rape.

Jack pushed a button and mechanical arms with multiple blades pop out. The blades quickly start spinning, making a sharp noise as they did do so. Rocket instantly felt his stomach turn upside down when he saw the sadistic looking shaving device.

Blackjack turned to his personal muscle. "Hey, get the camera ready to go and take the picture when I'm done, kay? This is gonna be good," he grinned evilly as he approached Rocket again.

Rocket began to hyperventilate now, his pride broken apart too much to hide his fear like it usually did. "No... please... Jack, I'm sorry... I'm sorry, ok!? Just please don't... oh... I just wanna go home..." he muttered before the blades got even closer and the fur from his ass started flying. "NO!!!!!"

Not long after the camera finally flashed, the picture of Rocket's shaved, slightly scratched up and bruised butt appeared on screens and personal devices all over the galaxy, aside from Terra that is. Now even Rocket could tell that he indeed had a fat ass.