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You Can't Spell “Peter" Without “Pet"

( Ride on a Rocket Raccoon: Part 2 )

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“Quill!"

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“QUILL! GET YOUR FUCKIN' ASS OUT HERE! I GOT A GALLON OF CUM TO UNLOAD DOWN YOUR THROAT!"

Rocket stormed through the ship's halls, calling Peter's name. With the rest of the crew still gone, he didn't bother being subtle about what he wanted. It had been a few days since he had revealed his BIG secret to his captain, and subsequently introduced that secret into Peter's insides. In the few days since then, the raccoon's supposed captain had been reduced to little more than the raccoon's personal fuck toy.

“QUILL! IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE, I'M GONNA FUCK YOU SO HARD YOU WON'T WALK FOR A MONTH!"

He listened for a moment, expecting the human to step out from wherever he was, but the silence remained.

“Shit... Where is that fuckin' cumslut...?"

The raccoon progressed down the hall, approaching Peter's room, checking the last place that he could think of that the human might be.

“Quill!" Rocket slid the door open and poked his head into the room, glancing around, “Damn... At this rate, I'm gonna have to get myself off..."

Rocket paused, thinking for a moment about his own words, before actually considering the option, “Actually... That's not a bad idea... I'm a hell-of-a-lot better at it than he is anyway..."

Actually starting to look forward to the idea, Rocket slowly moved into the human's room, peeling his standard orange jumpsuit off as he did. As he reached the bed, the fabric slid off of his legs, leaving the small creature completely bare.

“Heh... Haven't done this in a while..."

Rocket began fondling his quickly hardening organ. It was only up to about half-mast, but already into the double-digits in length, and too thick for Rocket to wrap both hands around. He hopped up onto Quill's bed, grinning and still stroking himself as he licked his lips. A few more strokes was all it took for Rocket to bring himself to his full, frighteningly huge size. Thirteen thick inches of humanoid cock stood rigid, and pressed against the raccoon's chest.

Rocket glanced towards the door once more, then glanced back down towards the bulbous tip, opened as wide as he could, and took the head into his own maw.

Despite the overwhelming thickness and size of the organ, Rocket accepted it as if it were no problem. He expertly swirled his tongue around, and massaged the flesh with insides of his mouth. As much as he enjoyed having Peter beg to suck his cock, he wasn't ashamed to admit that he was much better at it than the human was.

I need to train Quill better, I forgot how good this feels when it's done right...

Obviously, Rocket couldn't say anything with the massive shaft blocking his mouth, but he made the mental note as he continued his self-service.

Inch-after-inch passed his lips, despite his body size, Rocket fed himself his own length without issue, already letting half of it slip into the wet cavern. He was mere moments from reaching the point of no return, when he caught the silhouette of a person appear from the hallway.

“R-Rocket...?"

After pausing for just a moment to confirm who it was, he pulled off of his member with a loud slurping noise, “About fuckin' time, Quill!" Rocket didn't bother to cover up, rather spreading his legs even more to give Peter an unobstructed view of his nethers, knowing just how inferior it made the human feel. “I need to put a tracker on you or something. That way, I'll know exactly where you are, anytime I need to use your throat as a cocksleeve."

Peter did his best to not look at the over-endowed raccoon sitting on his bed, and ignore the scent of Rocket's musk in the air, “W-What were you even doing, you stupid raccoon?" It was an obvious question, but Peter couldn't really think of anything else to say, and he knew if he let the conversation idle, Rocket would find some reason to take him right then-and-there, and he didn't want to have to clean a gallon of the raccoon's semen out of his mattress... again...

“It's called auto-fellatio, Quill. Not that I should expect you to know anything about it, you actually need a dick to be able to do it, that glorified pimple between your legs won't work."

“First off, I actually have a normal-sized dick, I'm not some freak walking about with a third leg, like you! Secondly, it's just flexibility! Anyone can suck themselves off, if they really try."

Rocket smirked. The gears in his head began working on something, and the expression on his face was a complete toothy grin by the time he spoke, “Alright then, Mr. Flexible, you do it."

“Huh?"

“You heard me. Do it, suck yourself. If you actually can, I'll let you be in charge all next week."

The offer intrigued Peter, but at the same time, it didn't quite feel right, “I'm already in charge Rocket. I'm the ship's captain. You're just the team's mascot that we keep around to translate for Groot."

Rocket didn't respond to the insult, the grin still present as he persisted, “You know what I mean, Quill. Fuck my face, fuck my ass, even make me call you sir... You get to be the dom in our relationship, all next week. All you have to do is reach that little nub of yours with your mouth.

Peter had honestly never even tried, but this opportunity seemed too good to pass up, the human was almost salivating at the chance to put the smaller male in his place, especially after what he'd gone through a few days ago. Also, with the rest of the crew returning in a few hours, teaching Rocket some humility seemed like the perfect plan.

“But!" Rocket intentionally let Peter consider the idea before continuing on, “If you can't do it, then you belong to me! Even more than you already do... heh.."

Peter shuddered a little bit at the thought of giving Rocket even more dominance than he already had, but as Rocket already said, all he had to do was graze his dick with his tongue.

Seems easy enough...

“Alright, deal!"

Peter didn't waste any time, he stripped down and hopped onto the bed, ready to start, garnering a chuckle from Rocket as he stepped aside.

“What was that for, chuckles?"

Rocket forced his expression back to normal, “Nothing. It just makes me laugh whenever I think back to how you thought that little toothpick of yours was bigger than my cannon, Hah!" Rocket motioned to his still half-hard organ that hung down under its own weight, long enough to knock against his knees.

Rolling his eyes, Peter turned back to his task at hand. He spread his legs, and took a deep breath, and started. Trying his best to curl his body as far as it could go.

His attempt continued on for about three more minutes, and did not result in him getting anywhere near his organ before he uncurled himself. Breathing heavily, he took a second to think, then shifted around on the bed trying instead to lie on his back and roll into it.

“Nnngh... Come on..."

Peter strained himself, grunting and moaning as he tried his best, but upon catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he realized how embarrassingly bad he was failing, and was fairly surprised that he couldn't hear Rocket laughing uncontrollably at the pathetic attempt.

For the next 20 minutes, Peter tried hanging off of the bed, using the wall as leverage, even uncomfortable stretching of the soft flesh, but never came close to reaching his objective, and eventually collapsed into a heap on the ground.

“You done yet?"

Peter's eyes shifted over to the door to see Rocket walking back into the room.

“Huh...? When did you leave, you could have missed it..."

“Tch, I left back when you first started... There was no way you were going to pull it off, and I had to go get the stuff ready..." The raccoon grinned as he held up what looked to be a small tool bag.

“What?! B-But, I'm not done yet! I'm still trying, I almost got it!" Peter knew he didn't almost have it, but he definitely did not want to concede to Rocket.

“HAH! Fine, take as long as you want, but fair warning... The longer you make me wait, the harder I'm gonna be on you."

Even though Rocket wasn't particularly trying to be intimidating, his words carried more than enough dread to make Peter contemplate if he was actually able to do this. Reluctantly, he ultimately decided that it was futile.

“Alright... Y-You win..."

His voice was almost silent, if Rocket's sense of hearing wasn't heightened, he likely wouldn't have even caught it, but the evil expression that was appearing on his face made it clear to Peter that he probably just made a huge mistake.

“Well then, I guess it's time for me to claim my property!"

Rocket walked over to Peter, still unmoved from his position flat on the on floor. He dropped the bag on the ground, and started pulling several objects from it, none of which looked like something that Peter wanted to see.

“First, your collar."

Rocket pulled a metal ring from the bag, revealing it to the human.

“What?!? Collar?! What are you talking about?!"

Rocket opened up the collar, adjusting the size of it so it would fit around his captain's neck, “I told you Quill! You literally belong to me! My property! You're going to be my literal pet all week!" He spat the words out as he clamped the metal around Peter's neck.

Next out of the bag were two shackles that Rocket placed on Peter's wrists, but the last item was the one that made Peter worry a little. It looked almost like a shot glass, except it clearly had some circuitry in it, and much wider, probably even a bit thicker than his wrist.

“Rocket, what is that...?"

Rocket only smirked as he stepped around to Peter's backside, he leaned over him, holding the object at the exact spot that Peter was fearing. “This...? It's your tail, Quill."

With that statement, he squeezed in the open end of the device, compressing it down to a blunt point, which he inserted into the man's ass, forcing it in about an inch or two.

“Ah! Fuck! A little warning, Rocket!?!"

“HAHA! As if you didn't see that coming, Starbitch! Besides it was lubed up, and I know for a fact that you can take MUCH bigger than that!" Rocket then did something to the device, instantly causing the blunt tip of the object that had been inserted into Peter to open back up, stretching his ass along with it, holding Peter's sphincter gaping wide.

“AH! FUCK!"

Rocket walked back over to his bag, “Jeez, Quill... You're even more of whiny bitch than you were before." He leaned over and pulled the last object out of the bag, a small remote control. With the press of a button, a small light appeared on the wrist and neck shackles.

“Here's how it works, Starbitch. The collar is tethered to the remote, like a leash. Allow me to demonstrate..."

Rocket sharply tugged the remote backwards, in-turn causing Quill to stumble forward in the same direction as the remote moved, slamming face-first onto the ground.

** THUD **

“Oof!"

Rocket chuckled as he watched Quill climb back to his feet, “Hehe... Moving on, the wrist bands create a frictionless field around your hands.

Peter hadn't even fully recovered from the faceplant a moment ago, but a look of confusion still started to appear, “What? My hands? Why?"

“Pets don't have hands, Quill! You want to carry something? You use your mouth!"

Peter experimented the effect by reaching out to grab a nearby shirt from the floor, finding that he couldn't grip it at all.

“Heh, don't worry Quill, I adjusted them so you can use your palms to steady yourself... Just in case I want you on all fours, heh..."

Peter began to stand up slowly, doing his best to not disturb the metal mass lodged in his ass, but after a moment, collapsed back down to his hands and knees, the pressure from the stretching that his sphincter was enduring seeming to be too much for him.

“Finally, the thing up your tight little ass is—"

“I don't -ah- care why you shoved the wide end of a giant shot glass into me, Rocket..." Peter interrupted, not particularly interested in hearing about the specifics of the weird object, especially since it blocked the entrance anyway

“Heh, suit yourself..." Rocket turned towards the other side of the room, tossing Peter's belongings aside, seemingly searching for something.

Peter watched closely as Rocket rummaged through his stuff, “Hey careful! Some of that stuff is collectible!"

Rocket pushed a shoebox aside, and he grinned upon finding what he was looking for. “Hah! This will work!" Rocket reached into the pile of items, and pulled out a bowl.

“What? My popcorn bowl? Why do you—"

Peter cut his question short as Rocket turned around. In one hand was the large bowl that he just found, but in his other hand, he was stroking his erection back to life. The organ had already re-risen a decent amount, and extended close to a foot from the small body it was attached to.

“You interrupted me earlier, Quill."

“So, I take it you're gonna fuck my throat as punishment...?" At Peter's current position, Rocket's cockhead was more-or-less level with his face, and as much as he didn't want to admit it to himself, he didn't dislike being dominated by the smaller male. He leaned forward, ready to try and take the thick glans in his mouth, when it quickly escaped the reach of his lips.

“HA! No way, Quill! For as much of a cumslut as you are, you give fuckin' terrible blowjobs!" He leaned against the side of the bed, brought the organ upright, against his chest just as it was before Peter walked into the room. Looking the human directly in the eye, he took a few laps at the tip of the rigid flesh.

“Your punishment, Quill... Is that you don't get your new favorite toy! Don't think I didn't see how much you enjoyed it last time!"

Peter was at a loss for words, he couldn't deny that last time Rocket fucked his face, it definitely turned him on, and he didn't know how he felt about Rocket doing the exact opposite this time. At least until Rocket began going to work.

“I-I don't..." Peter began trying to deny that Rocket's actions were affecting him, but as he saw the tip began to disappear into that small muzzle, he soon realized that it was definitely affecting him, and in a major way.

“Ho—ly... How are you even..."

Peter stayed there simply in awe, mouth agape, just watching the giant shaft slide in and out of Rocket's maw, not even realizing that his hand had slipped towards his own need as he watched. He attempted to grip himself, forgetting about the wristbands effective preventing him from even touching himself.

Rocket didn't let Peter's unsuccessful masturbation go unnoticed, he pulled his head off his length, just enough to voice the quick observation.

“Heh, having a little trouble...? I know if mine was that small, I'd probably have trouble finding it too." As soon as the last word left his lips he fed the cock head back into his own warm maw, very much enjoying the pleasure he was providing himself.

Peter ignored Rocket's comment, and turned his head away from the display that the raccoon was putting on for him, determined to not let the smaller male know how much he was being affected by it.

“W-Whatever, Rocket..." He stood up, and turned towards the door, “Well, let me know when you're done, I'm getting something to eat." The human didn't even get a full step away before he felt the resistance against his neck, and immediately remembered the collar affixed to his neck.

Rocket pulled his head back up, letting his immense length pop out of his mouth with a slurping noise. “Heh, don't expect to -ngh- have much luck walking away, Quill... But, if you're hungry, I got a nice big meal for you, right -nnnngh- h-here!"

Even without providing the oral pleasure to himself, Rocket's long strokes with his paws did not slow down. The shaft was visibly throbbing, and if his slightly broken speech and labored breathing were any indication, Rocket was very close to orgasm.

He quickly grabbed the bowl that he had found earlier, and set it on the bed. With no time to waste, he stood over it, still pumping himself powerfully as he aimed his tool downward, and as if on command, he let loose, cumming hard.

“AH! FUCK YEAH! HOPE YOU'RE HUNGRY QUILL!"

It was as if the thick blasts that Rocket was unloading were too powerful for even Rocket himself to control, the first thick white rope missed the bowl completely, instead leaving a warm white streak across Peter's mattress, followed by another, and then another, until it became abundantly clear that Rocket was simply trying to douse the bed in his juices.

“Dammit, Rocket! You know how long it took to get my bed clean after last time!?"

“Shut it, Sperm Lord... You need to get used to sleeping in a puddle of my cum anyway..."

Around 30 seconds, and about 5 heavy bursts of raccoon cum later, with Peter's bed thoroughly soaked, Rocket finally moved on to the bowl, the remainder of his orgasm still voluminous enough to fill the large bowl well past full, causing even more of the substance to spill onto the bed.

“Oh, fuck... S-shit... I'm way too fuckin' good at that..."

The massive orgasm finally at an end, Rocket finally released his grasp on his softening organ, letting it flop lewdly between his legs, still long enough to bounce off of his knees as it hung limply. He grabbed the overflowing bowl, and holding it surprisingly steady for as full as it was, placed it on the floor, “Dinner's served. Eat up, I worked hard on it, hehe..."

Peter could do little more than stare at the large bowl, and the thick fluid that filled it, “Y-You want me to..." He couldn't even finish the question, knowing what the answer was, he couldn't bring himself to request the confirmation from Rocket, not that it stopped the raccoon from restating himself.

“I said, EAT UP, QUILL. I'm not repeating myself again." There was a definite tone of intimidation in Rocket's voice, it was definitely a command, and with the control that the smaller male currently had over him, Peter had little option but to obey.

The bowl rested on the floor directly in front of where Rocket was seated on the bed. Peter considered for a moment how he would even be able to do it, since he still had no real use of his hands. It dawned on him after a few seconds exactly what Rocket expected him to do. He leaned in, lowering his head towards the bowl, catching a quick glance of the evil grin on the raccoon's face as he moved closer and closer to the bowl, until finally getting in close enough to extend his tongue and lap up a bit of the substance.

“Ugh... Rocket, how much do I have to—MMPPPPLLBB!"

Rocket didn't seem too interested in letting him finish his question, he didn't hesitate to press his foot against the back of Peter's head, and push down roughly.

“HAHA! Really DIG IN, Quill!

With Rocket's foot firmly holding him down, Peter's entire face was submerged in the thick cream.

“If I were you, I'd start swallowing. Don't expect me to let you up any time soon, puppy."

Peter couldn't speak, and couldn't breathe, and with the equipment that Rocket had put on him, he couldn't even really struggle his way out of it. With no other discourse, he took Rocket's suggestion, and just began swallowing huge gulps of the raccoon semen, doing all he could to lessen the volume of liquid in the bowl that was currently impeding his breathing.

** GULP GULP GULP **

Mouthful after mouthful was consumed as quickly as humanly possible, there had to be over a gallon of it in the large bowl, but Peter didn't have time to even think about it, as he was more concerned with being able to inhale oxygen again as quick as possible.

** GULP GULP GAAAAAAASP **

With another swallow, the corners of Peter's mouth were finally above the surface of the warm, thick, liquid, and he found himself able to finally take in some air.

“Heh..." Rocket, seemingly satisfied with his pet's progress, let his foot slide off of his head, and Peter wasted no time in pulling his head up and taking several heavy breaths. “Don't worry Quill, you can finish later, hehe..."

“Rocket! You psycho! Are you trying to kill me?!"

“Don't be such a bitch, Quill! The mighty Starlord can take on all sorts or armies and interdimensional monsters, but thought he was gonna die in a bowl of cum? HAHA! That's priceless!"

Peter tried wiping some of the viscous fluid away from his eyes, but found that the shackles around his wrists prevented even that, garnering yet another chuckle from Rocket.

“Don't even pretend that you didn't like that either, you're hard as a rock."

Peter looked genuinely surprised at Rocket's words, he actually had to glance down to get a look for himself, “What? I..." He hadn't even realized. But he was fully erect, even after the rough treatment, possibly even because of it.

“Wanna cum, don'tcha Quill?"

Peter definitely did not want to admit how horny he was, especially to the smug raccoon that was smirking at him, but somehow the realization of how much he needed to get off was making it even worse on him. The huge flaccid cock between the raccoon's furry legs, the taste of cum that still lingered on his tongue, the feeling of it oozing down his face, the overwhelming scent of Rocket's musk that he would never be able to get out of the room, every one of his senses was being ravaged, and he couldn't pass up the opportunity. He dropped his head and spoke.

“Y-Yes... Please, Rocket."

“Well! Too bad! I ain't helping with that!"

Peter whipped his head back up, a pleading look on his face, “What!? But! I-I can't!" He held up his hands, motioning towards the shackles that more-or-less made his hands useless.

“Well, you could try sucking yourself off again, that worked great, heh... Or, you could do what pets usually do when they're horny."

What pets usually do...?

Peter didn't have to think about it for long, he knew it was demeaning, but he knew it was also the only way that he was going to feel release. He reluctantly moved towards the bed, and doing his best to hold steady, he slowly started grinding himself against the bed, hoping that it would be enough to get him over the edge.

“Oh my God! Are you actually humping the bed?! HAHA! I knew you were a cumslut, but I never knew you were such a pervert too!"

Peter didn't bother responding, he was too busy trying to force himself against the soft surface, though not having much luck. It was close, but try as he might, he knew he wasn't going to reach orgasm, at least until his thigh brushed against Rocket's leg... Peter paused for a moment, the smaller male's fur against his skin actually felt even better than the soft bed. He wasn't sure what kind of reaction he would get, but he was beyond worrying at that point, in a swift motion, he adjusted his position, and with his five rock hard inches pressed against Rocket's leg, he continued his hip thrusts, literally humping the raccoon's leg.

“The fuck Quill? Are you actually trying to fuck my leg? You're really taking to this pet thing, aren't you?"

Peter didn't bother to answer, all that mattered was that he was close to orgasm, and Rocket didn't seem to object, or at least he hadn't bothered to move. Hesitantly, he picked up speed, moving his hips quicker with every passing moment.

“Hnngh... Hnn... Nggghhh..."

It was becoming too much for the human to handle as he let out the small moans.

“Wow, the puppy whining too? Quill you are fuckin' great at being a pet! I might just keep you like this for more than the week, since you like it so much!"

As much as Peter knew he should have been objecting to that, the only sounds that he could manage were more pathetic whimpering as he desperately humped against the smaller creature. He knew he was right on the edge, but he just couldn't quite finish.

“Haah... Hnnnn—ahhh... Ngh..."

“HAHA! Keep going Quill! Those little whines are priceless! Not to mention, feeling that tiny prick of yours struggling to cum is hilarious! It's fine though, Quill! We got allllll week! By the end of this, I'll have you nice and trained to be my perfect little cocksucking bitch, even more than you are now. So, get comfortable down there, Starwhore!"

That's when the pang of pleasure shot through him. He didn't know if it was the grinding against Rocket that set him off, or if it was Rocket's relentless dirty talk, but it was nearly simultaneous.

“NGGGAAAHHHH!"

A couple small strings of sperm squirted forth onto the fur of Rocket's leg, an average orgasm for the human, but both males knew that it was less-than-nothing compared to what Rocket could produce.

“Really impressive there, Quill..." Rocket's words reeked of sarcasm, “You humped my leg for a few minutes, then came the tiniest load I've ever seen... But, at least you did one thing right..."

Peter, still trying to recover from his climax, managed to pull his head up to meet Rocket's gaze. Upon feeling the raccoon's mischievous glare on him, he felt a shiver run through him. He knew that whatever Rocket had to say couldn't possibly work out well for him.

“All that pathetic whining of yours proved that you know who your master is... That kinda got me going again... And since you've been such a good bitch, you can help out this time..."

Peter lowered his gaze slowly down Rocket's torso, not wanting to believe Rocket's words. He had just watched the raccoon unload what had to be gallons of cum, no more than ten minutes ago, he couldn't possibly be ready to go again so soon...

“No way..."

Lo-and-behold, the massive flesh spire was indeed already back up to half-mast, close to a foot long, just as intimidating a sight as it ever was.

“Good thing too! I've been itchin' to try this stuff out, heh..." Rocket hopped off of the bed and walked towards Peter's backside, making sure to run his hand over the metal object lodged in the human's rear.

Peter was still a bit too flustered to ask out loud, but the look on his face made his thoughts obvious, What's so special about that...? He can't fuck me through a metal barrier, can he...?

With the evil smirk on his face curling to look even more sinister, Rocket took a final step toward where he had left his bag, and pulled out what looked to be a remote, clearly the controller for the device that was inhabiting Peter's behind. Or at least, it seemed that way at first glance. Upon getting a clearer look, it definitely had too many keys to be a standard remote, and then when Rocket started tapping the keys of it, as if he were entering coordinates or something, the human's curiosity piqued.

“W-What the hell are you doing...?"

“Heh, bet you wish you hadn't interrupted when I tried to explain earlier."

Rocket offered no answer to the other male's question, leaving Peter wondering, as well as a bit worried about what the raccoon had planned. Rocket had already shown how devious he could be, and there was no doubt that he had something in-mind that would not go well for Peter.

** klik klik **

“Aha! Perfect!"

With those last few key taps, Rocket's satisfaction was clear. A red light appeared on the device, and though the human couldn't see from his point of view, the same red LED also lit up on both the collar and supposed vibrator as well.

Peter remained still for a few moments, expecting something terrifying and dramatic to happen, “Uh... Are we waiting for something...?

As if spurred on by Peter's question, Rocket dropped the remote to the floor, and spun around to face Quill, his angry erection now appearing to be back to full-mast and then some. Pre dripped from the tip, almost as if it were calling out for the human to get to work, and start tongue-polishing that bulbous head.

As it were, Rocket had a similar idea in-mind. “Yeah! Waiting on you to open fuckin' wide!" With a couple short steps toward his pet, Rocket grabbed the collar and roughly tugged down, getting him into position on all-fours, with his face level with Rocket's pride. When the raccoon dick forced its way past Peter's lips, it met no resistance from the human.

“That's right! Take it Starslut! Found a way to turn you into one of the galaxy's best cock suckers!"

Peter did his best to open as wide as possible, he knew exactly how much punishment that his throat was about to take from Rocket's monster, and he didn't know if he could handle it.

Rocket's first thrust managed to get the head, and maybe an inch of the shaft past Peter's lips, the girth of the thing was just too overwhelming. Rocket pulled back slightly, just enough to be able to thrust back in, but just as he was about to, he paused, leaned in to look Peter in the eye, and spoke calmly, in a very commanding, maybe even somewhat of a threatening tone.

“I let you off the hook last time we did this, Quill. Don't expect that again. I don't care if I have to dislocate your jaw to do it, you are my personal cock sleeve, and I'm gonna treat you like one!"

Peter couldn't really object. With his mouth filled as much as it was, the most he could manage was a few muffled groans, not that Rocket planned to give him any time to object anyway, a second after his statement, he thrust back in, with a force that belied his diminutive stature.

“Ngh... Yeah keep that throat nice and relaxed..."

Peter did just as Rocket said, not having a lot of say in the matter. Frankly though, despite the raccoon's rough handling of the human, Peter couldn't deny that the domination that he was being subjected to was very much a turn-on for him.

Rocket kept pressing in, not thrusting, but just gradually feeding his shaft into the human's maw. It didn't take long for the large head to start forcing it's way past the barrier into his throat, and once Rocket felt that threshold being breached, he grabbed a tuft of the human's hair in each paw, and gave a sharp thrust inward.

“MMMMMPPPNNGH!"

Rocket was further past Peter's lips than he had ever managed before. Around half the cock had disappeared into that wet cave, and somehow Peter was still accepting more of it. However, just as the thought swirled though his mind, it was quickly pushed out, with an even more puzzling feeling...

Wait... Why do I feel something against my ass...?

At first he had shrugged it off, since he did have a device stretching his hole wide enough to drive a truck through, but this was definitely something else. Something very big, and very warm, was starting to spear into him, and he definitely felt a jet of what really felt like pre-cum.

WHAT THE HELL!?! IS THAT HIS...?

Rocket was quick to speak, answering Peter's question as if he could read his mind.

“Yep! That's my dick Quill! Fuckin' your throat and ass at the same time, Slutlord!" Rocket emphasized his comment with a particularly sharp jab, getting a few more inches in.

“You see, that -nnngh- collar I got on you is actually a mini-wormhole generator, and I got it projecting a portal right at the base of your throat, so when my cock breaches your throat it goes through the wormhole, and comes out through the distortion egress device, which is that thing I got shoved in your butt."

Peter didn't even know if he could wrap his head around the concept of having a wormhole literally in his throat, but it's not like he could argue, Rocket was clearly fucking his face, yet he could feel that massive pole tearing into his ass at the same time. Sensation wracked his body as he was essentially getting spit-roasted, only with the same dick at both ends.

“Ah! Fuck yeah! Told you I was gonna get ALL THE WAY in you, Quill! You were fuckin' born to be nothing more than my property!"

Rocket got deeper and deeper into that throat, and subsequently deeper and deeper into Peter's ass. It seemed each thrust resulted in another copious pump of pre coating that unbearably tight, passage, slicking it more and more, in-turn allowing the each thrust to get just slightly deeper than the last. Until finally, Peter felt it.

** PAP **

The hell...?

The feeling of two heavy, warm, tennis ball-sized masses striking him in the chin. Rocket's testicles were bumping into his face, meaning that the raccoon actually did get all thirteen inches of jaw-stretching shaft past his lips.

“Heh, damn right..." Rocket, clearly with a feeling of triumph at accomplishing his goal, made a couple more short jabs just firming himself in place, and then just held himself in. The raccoon took a moment to just watch the human, and admire the sheer degree of domination that he had over his supposed leader. The look of pure contentment on the human's face that could very obviously be seen was a clear indication that being Rocket's pet was unquestionably what Peter wanted.

“Alright, enough of this bullshit... You better be ready for a ride, Quill!"

Rocket pulled back, and then started up as if he were a jackhammer. He pounded into Peter's mouth at a faster pace than the human even thought was possible. He was only going back-and-forth a few inches at a time, but with an amount of power that really indicated how much strength was packed into Rocket's body. If it wasn't for the soft fur, he was sure that Rocket's rock-hard midsection smashing against his face would have broken his nose.

Still, Peter only found himself enjoying the situation more and more as Rocket continued to violate him. Rocket's increased tempo only intensified the pleasure that Peter was receiving, as the giant cock obliterated his prostate on every single thrust.

“FUCK! NO WAY I'M GIVING HIS UP IN A WEEK! I'M KEEPIN' YOU LIKE THIS, QUILL! DON'T EVEN TRY TO ARGUE!"

Peter only partially heard the raccoon's declaration, the power of Rocket's assault inside of him was overwhelming all of his senses. Though with the state of mind that he was currently in, he very likely would have agreed without giving it a second thought.

Each of Rocket's paws made their way into Peter's hair, gripping a tuft and using the leverage to fuck even harder and faster into Peter's increasingly receptive body. Rocket snickered as he considered the possibility that he might actually leave a bruise on the human's face, just from how hard and heavily his balls were smashing against Peter's chin.

Right on cue with the faster speed, Peter's body shivered with pleasure as he felt the most intense orgasm of his life tear through him. Without his cock even being touched, it lurched up, flopping up against his belly as he came for the second time. Dribbles of cum splattered onto the human's front, and the floor below.

From Rocket's vantage point, he couldn't see the underside of Peter's body, nor was any of the meager load visible to him, but the familiar contractions that he was feeling around his dick were telling enough for him to know that his pet just reached another climax. “HA! Got you to cum again! Don't worry, bitch! I'm right behind you! And don't expect this load to be any smaller, just because I came earlier!"

Rocket was feeling the incredible tightness of both Peter's throat and his ass, across every inch of his need, and even though he had felt both before, feeling them at the same time was like an entirely new sensation for him. He had held back as much as he could but with the human already having found release, it was only becoming more difficult to keep himself in check.

As much as he wanted to experience Peter's insides for hours on-end, he knew he was about to pop.

“GNNNNGH! Y-You better be rea—dy, Qu -ahh- ill..."

It was almost instant, Rocket's rhythm dropped until he was nearly holding still inside of his bitch, and a moment later, it was as if the floodgates had opened.

Peter's eyes went wide as he felt a very fast growing pressure in his gut. Though he had felt Rocket unloading before, the sensation of a fire hose going off inside of him wasn't something he was quite used to yet. In the moment, he felt so full, he almost expected a visible swell in his gut, thankfully that didn't seem to be the case, but with as big as Rocket's loads were, he didn't know for how long that would be true.

Peter's ejaculations were generally a couple seconds, if that, long enough to spurt out one or two quick strings of cum. Rocket's eruptions however, were an entirely different story. Fifteen, twenty, twenty-five seconds in, and the torrent of semen wasn't slowing down, if anything it was gaining intensity.

It was only sheer luck that prevented Peter from being filled beyond concealable level. The slickness from the ridiculous amounts of fluid that Rocket was expelling finally got to the device. It, and consequently, near 8 inches of oversized cock, slipped out of Peter's hole, letting loose a wave of his seed, to splatter across Peter's back and ass as it did.

“Ah! Fuck..."

No longer being lodged inside that tight passage didn't seem to deter Rocket much, the flow of cum didn't slow, Rocket simply backed himself out from Peter's face, until the tip was pulled from the human's throat, and once again rested on his tongue.

“Nnngh.... Guess your mouth's gonna have to do, Quill."

With that, Rocket quickly tapped a button on the remote assumedly turning off the wormhole, and then right away, proceeded with his thrusting, though not able to get quite as deep as before.

** GULP GULP **

Without the portal in Peter's throat anymore, Peter suddenly found himself forced to swallow the still heavily flowing load that Rocket was now depositing directly down his throat.

“Nngh... Yeah... Fuck yeah, Quill... Drink it allllllll down..."

Rocket's energy level finally seemed to be waning, and Peter hoped that the orgasm would follow suit. The human already felt more full than he had ever been in his life, and with the plum-sized cockhead lodged in his throat, he couldn't do much but accept every bit of it that Rocket was feeding him.

“Hehe, don't worry, Quill. That's almost all of it... Just one last bit..."

With a fistful of dark hair still gripped in each of his paws, Rocket gave a sharp tug, popping his thick glans out of the tight airway, and out past Peter's lips, just in time for the final few remnants of Rocket's titanic load to splash and splatter across Peter's face.

“Aggh! R-Rocket!"

Without the iron-hard thick pipe shoved down this throat, Peter was finally able to move his head, after near 15 minutes of being able to see nothing but raccoon midsection. He jerked his head from side-to-side, in largely futile efforts to avoid letting his face get completely masked by Rocket's discharge. Unfortunately for the human, that last bit that Rocket mentioned was more than enough to cover his entire face in oozing white.

“Oh, fuck... That was great..." With a few steps backward, Rocket stumbled down into a sitting position against the wall. Legs spread wide, with softening cock limply splayed out in between them, still glistening and dripping after the tremendous load.

Peter remained in place on his hands and knees, still coughing up residual sperm, and struggling to catch his breath.

“COUGH COUGH! Dammit! Rocket, you could have killed me!" He reached a hand up to wipe the slime from his face, forgetting about the bands around his wrists, “Huh!? Fuck! I can't even wipe this shit off my face!?"

“You look better like that anyway, Quill." Rocket's voice had a bit of a fading tone to it, most likely indicative that the post-orgasm exhaustion was already beginning to set in. Not really surprising, following two orgasms of that magnitude. “Now, get over here and clean me off..."

“Clean you off?! Fuck off—AAAACK!"

Rocket reminded Peter that he didn't really have a choice in the matter with a quick tug of the collar's remote pulling him forward, and causing him to fall flat on his front, with his face an inch-or-so away from the flaccid member.

“Ah… This week is gonna be a LOT of fun, Quill." Rocket chuckled mischievously as he grabbed this still half-full bowl that he had unloaded into earlier, and placed it on the floor, near where Peter's head had landed, “I need to remember to keep your bowl filled, you're getting three meals a day, and I expect you to lick the bowl clean from now on!"

“Wh-Wha...Wait… You're gonna let me have real food right…?" Rocket glanced down at Peter's face, savoring the look of worry on the human's face.

“Heh, We'll see. It depends on how well you perform at your other tasks…"

Peter shuddered a little at Rocket's inflection on those last words. He didn't know what the raccoon had planned, and he wasn't even sure that he wanted to. He'd only been a victim of the wager for around an hour, and already, he regretted making it.

“Let's see, in addition to being a cumrag… You'll be my personal footstool, workbench, stepladder… Hehe… You realize that if I stand on your shoulders, my cock will be dangling all over your face. Bet you'd really enjoy that, wouldn't you?"

The image of the scenario flashed in Peter's mind, “N-NO! Of course I wouldn't…"

The smirk on Rocket's face only grew, “HA! Yeah right! Even if you could've won the bet, you'd have lost on purpose anyway! Admit it, Quill… You just LOVE being treated like the little bitch that you are!

“That's ridiculous, Rocket!" Even as he spoke the words, he wasn't sure if he even believed it himself. Just being forced to guzzle down Rocket's cum got him so hard that he resorted to humping Rocket's leg to get himself off.

“Come on… Be a good boy Quill. Admit how much you'd love to be my permanent pet slut, and I might let you cum once this week…"

Rocket kept his stare on Peter's face, nearly expecting to the human to completely submit to him. Though, still unwilling to consider the concept, Peter just turned his face away, resulting in Rocket chuckling again at the human's clear embarrassment.

“Heh, whatever… You'll be begging to stay my bitch before the week is over." Right as he said that, it seemed the expected post-orgasm exhaustion was becoming too much for the raccoon to resist any longer. Rocket stretched out his arms as he let out a yawn. “I'm gonna -yaaaaawn- nap for a bit. You better get that tongue in motion cleaning up all this cum. I expect to be sparkling clean by the time I wake up. Either that, or I may have to punish you again, puppy boy."

With the final threatening words, Rocket tilted his head back and began to relax, no doubt slipping to sleep very soon thereafter.

Knowing that with his hands in such a useless state, Peter wouldn't be able to use, or even grab the remote to try and free himself. So, rather than tempt fate and possibly be subject to another punishment from his supposed master, he simply obeyed the command, and began dutifully lapping at the cum-covered shaft and any other part of Rocket's body that had been caught in the deluge of semen that had been unleashed.

~~~~~~

…

“Peter...?"

Peter's eyed cracked open just a bit, barely wide enough to make out shapes, but just wide enough for Peter to see that someone was standing in his doorway. A few seconds later, Peter's brain caught up, and his pupils sank.

“G-Gamora!?!"

She stood at the door with a bit of a puzzled look on her face, “Uhh... We just got back from the mission, and uh... Any particular reason you were licking Rocket's toes, with a giant grin on your face, while you were sleeping naked on the floor at his feet...?"

“I-I CAN EXPLAIN! IT WA—MMMPHHHH!"

Peter didn't really know what he was going to say, but he didn't have a chance to anyway, as soon as he began, Rocket's foot was shoved against his mouth, stopping him from speaking.

Gamora's eyes turned towards Rocket, apparently also now wide awake, and with a sly smile on his face, he simply waved off her questions.

“He lost a bet."

There was a moment of silence as Gamora considered the explanation. Choosing to not address the soaked bed, cum-stains all over Peter's body, and strange equipment that he had on, in lieu of any clothing whatsoever, she tossed her hands in the air dismissively.

“Well, he looks happy enough, so... Whatever..."

Gamora walked out of sight, and a moment later, Rocket moved his foot, allowing the human to speak again.

“Hey, Rocket, why did you—"

Peter cut himself short as he noticed that Rocket was pointing at something. Upon closer inspection, it looked to be a small cum stain on Rocket's thigh.

“Quill, I told you what would happen if I wasn't sparkling clean by the time I woke up, didn't I?"

Peter's mind flashed back to before he fell asleep, and it rang in his mind that Rocket mentioned something about punishing him again, and before Peter could even attempt to answer the question, he felt a sinking feeling in his gut as he noticed Rocket's cock beginning to once again thicken and extend.

An odd mix of horror and excitement hit Peter as he watched that evil smile form on Rocket's face.

“Let's see if I can get off three times today, Quill."