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Displaying Rocket's Rocket

For Johnzaloog

By Draconicon

Pow, pew, pow. The guns of the Black Bunny Brigade fired repeatedly, breaking the conversations that were going on in the square in front of Nova HQ. The various Xandar civilians turned, staring at the mercenaries that were even then departing their stealth ship, and at the leader that walked at the front.

"Everyone, this is now the property of the Black Bunny Brigade, and mine, in particular," Blackjack o'Hare said with a smirk. "Now, you wanna clear out of here, or are we gonna start shooting skin instead of sky?"

That did the trick, and the various humans and aliens started running. Blackjack laughed, tossing his gun over his shoulders and catching it on the way down, tucking it back into his belt.

"That was fucking easy. Alright, boys, bring out the toy."

As the Brigade seized the plaza, making sure that all the exits and entrances were sealed off as well as they could be, some of his best went back to the ship. Blackjack turned around, already grinning behind his glasses as he waited for their prize to be brought free. It had been a long time coming, this day.

The black and blue rabbits returned, bringing with them a half-conscious raccoon. Rocket Raccoon, for that matter, half-drugged and slowly coming out of the worst of his trances. Blackjack smirked, reaching behind his back and fondling the edge of a vial that he kept at his belt for just this sort of situation.

Rocket was, of course, naked. He hadn't been allowed clothes ever since they caught him all that time back. Ever since he had been broken under the paws of the Black Bunny Brigade, none of them had wanted him to cover up. It had been too fun to tease that ass and that dick with their paws, to see him squirming under them, begging for it with everything that he had to him. The way that he was constantly pitching boners didn't help his case, either.

But now, for the first time in weeks, he was finally starting to show some awareness. He groaned as he was led forward, his cock half-hard but no more than that, and his heavy balls swaying between his legs. It took him a little while to get fully aware, but as soon as he was standing in front of the rabbit, he seemed to sober up.

"What's the idea this time, Blackjack? You think you can just humiliate me like this?"

"I think I already did."

"Yeah? You take off these handcuffs, and we'll see who's humiliating who," Rocket said, jostling his wrists up and down behind his back.

"Heh, in a second."

"...What, really? I thought you - I mean, yeah, of course you are."

"But first..."

Rocket's eyes followed the rabbit's hand, and Blackjack grinned as he held up the little red vial that he had been keeping behind his back. Just like that, the raccoon's eyes went wide. Blackjack could just imagine what was going through his foggy little brain, remembering everything that he had gone through, all the humiliation that he'd been forced to suffer while he was in the Black Bunny Brigade's clutches. He would remember all the sexual use that he'd been put through, and -

Yes, that was it. His eyes dropped down, staring at Blackjack's bare feet, and just like that, the raccoon's cock started rising. Blackjack laughed.

"So good to see you remember what you really are. A good little paw-slut."

"You fucker!"

"Oh, you were the one getting fucked, alright."

"What the hell do you want?"

"Bait."

Blackjack smiled, gesturing at his colleagues. The other bunnies grabbed Rocket by the arms, forcing him to thrust his hips forward. He fought against it, trying to squirm free, but he was still juuuuust enough drugged to keep from fighting that hard. Blackjack, on the other hand, turned the vial upside-down, giving it a tiny little squeeze, threatening to make it drip.

"You know, Fuck-Wine isn't just good for drinking. You can also drug people through the skin, if you apply it right..."

"You...you...fuck you! Let me go!"

"Nope."

With just a tiny little squeeze, he gave Rocket's cock a good spritz of the Fuck-Wine. As soon as it made contact with the raccoon's cock, it just about leaped out of its sheath, standing up good and tall, showing itself off like a good little piece of horny biology. The rabbits laughed at him, one of them grabbing Rocket's cock and giving it a few squeezes. Obviously against his will, the raccoon thrust forward, only to have the hand pulled away, making him look like he was humping air.

"That's what I like to see. A good horny 'coon."

"Nnngh...This isn't...going to get you anything..."

"Oh, it'll get me everything. Particularly once the Guardians show up to rescue you." He smiled. "Of course, you won't be focused on them. You'll be focused on me. Put him on his back."

And just like that, Rocket was on his back, the raccoon's feet up in the air. Some of the other members of the Brigade, returning from their positions and from checking up on the status of the plaza, grinned as they grabbed Rocket's ankles, holding them up in the air. Blackjack tilted the vial over again, wiggling it back and forth between the raccoon's soles.

"You've been getting drugged by drinking this regularly. However, if you absorb it through the skin, it not only makes you desperate for that sort of stimulation...but it also makes sure that you're niiiiice and sensitive."

"You - oh, you shits. You absolute shits!"

"You know it."

Another squeeze, another application. Rocket almost immediately arched his back off the ground as the Fuck-Wine settled into his soles, making them feel the breeze keener than ever before. The rabbits laughed, letting go of him, knowing that he was completely harmless after that.

Blackjack nevertheless backed up a pace or two, knowing that Rocket was still going to make a fuss, to try something. He didn't want to be in reach when it happened.

And he was right. Rocket got to his feet, though it made his cock throb just getting off the ground like that. It was clear that every bit of stimulation and sensation that went through Rocket's soles caused him to throb that much more, his cock already dripping just from resting his weight on his feet. And then -

"GAH!"

Rocket kicked one of the rabbits, and managed a nut-shot. It was pretty impressive, really...right up until the point where Rocket collapsed along with his target, gasping and panting just from the feeling of a pair of balls against his toes.

"What the...ah...why the hell...does that feel..."

"Oh, trust me, Rocket...it's going to get even better..."

Blackjack stepped up between the raccoon's legs, pulling those long, slender, black feet against his bulge. Even through his pants, it was enough to make Rocket gasp, the raccoon's eyes going wide as he was violated.

"Get your feet on his face, boys...and on his cock...I want him to know just how much he needs this now."

Bare rabbit paws came flying in, dark blue to deep black and some colors inbetween. Some pressed against Rocket's face, and the raccoon fought against that for a moment or two before giving in, groaning, panting, grunting as he was smothered beneath them. His cock was pushed up, supported on one paw and sandwiched on either side by a pair of fuzzy feet, getting jerked and teased.

Other rabbits were playing with each other, the Brigade putting on a hell of a show. After all, humiliating Rocket was only part of the plan. The rest of it was to draw the Guardians here on a rescue mission, and hope that they were stupid enough to come charging right in. Considering their track record, he felt that was pretty damn likely.

But for now, they were going to have fun.

He grinned as he finally unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. As soon as the red shaft pressed against Rocket's soles, the raccoon groaned, his cock jerking against his belly, spitting pre-cum across his stomach.

"Hehehehe, will you look at that...you're already acting like a good little foot slut. I bet it's going to get even worse every time I put a little more of the Fuck-Wine into your system. Let's see how long you can last..."

For all that he mocked Rocket, he planned on enjoying this. The paws were nice and soft, the soles well-groomed, padded, even lotioned from all the work that the Brigade had put into maintaining their captive's feet. He was a good little fuck-slut, and a better little paw-slut.

Relishing the chance that he had to finally show Rocket what he had become, Blackjack started humping away, thrusting against Rocket's soles and leaving them smeared with pre-cum. Every thrust might as well have been against the raccoon's prostate, considering how hard he was hammering home. Each time, he saw the raccoon's cock throb, his balls pull tight, the little guy's body tensing up as if he was about to cum. The grunts of humiliation were fading, replaced by little moans and whimpers of need and lust.

It was going just as he had planned. The Brigade had already broken Rocket once, and now, they were going to do it again. This time, when they were done, they were going to have a raccoon that enjoyed feet so much, and having his own played with, that he'd allow them to do anything so long as they touched his feet while they were doing it.

Thrust, grind, thrust, grind, Blackjack went, sliding his cock between the soles, rubbing the tip of his shaft against the toes. One thrust, two, three, each time drawing another whimper, another moan, another groan from his captive.

Not gonna be long, now...

The End