It’s been a bad week for Rocket; first his ship got totaled in a space race, making him clear out his account for another one. Then Groot got sick the day before they were supposed to pick up their big target. Groot lay on the floor, sick as a tree could get for the time being, groaning each time the ship made him move. “At least help me land you useless bunch of branches.” Rocket said from the pilot's seat, dropping down from the atmosphere at a fast rate. “I’m not going to be able to catch this Frec guy and get all of the credits from the bounty if you don’t help me.”
 
“I Am Groot…” Groot mumbled out as he sprouted out a branch to control the other steering wheel from his position, gracefully landing on the planet's surface without a hitch. “I Am Groot.” he said once again, telling Rocket that his job was done.
 
“Your job isn’t done till I say it's done Groot.” Rocket snapped, “I have to face one of the highest profile targets this side of the galaxy has, defeat him, and bring him to our ship, all without being noticed. It would be pretty great to have a person here that could help me. Someone that ya’know, could sprout branches and make things not move.”
 
“I Am Groot.”
 
“Yea I know you can do that smartass, but your sick and I can’t risk losing you. I’ll be back in a few hours, keep the ship warm for me ok?” Rocket said, melting away a bit of his tough demeanor.
 
“I Am Groot!” Groot said, waving to his friend as he jumped off the ship and onto the planet below.
 
Rocket, admittedly was still a bit annoyed and worried on how he was going to pull this off all alone. He was a one of a kind creature, which made him get many stares and second looks from all the different beings on the street. He didn’t have Groot to make anyone regret looking funny at them, which just pissed off Rocket.
 
Finally he got to the bar where he was supposed to meet up with his informant, a buff yellow skinned creature with orange markings going all throughout his body. “Hey what’s up man, pull a seat up.” He invited, as he called for the bartender to grab them a round. “So you really want to fight Frec right?”
 
“Keep it down you dumbass!” Rockets said, worried that someone might hear him and turn them in.
 
“There’s nothing to worry about,” Said the guy, taking a big swig from his drink. “Frec is hated by everyone in this quadrant, if you think that anyone would want to turn you in for saying what each and every person here is thinking, you’re nuts.
 
Rocket just shook his head and drank from the glass the bartender gave him, “You can never be too careful, someone might be working for him and you never know.”
 
The yellow and orange man pondered that for a while as they drank the rest of their beverages. Eventually saying to Rocket, throwing a bunch of coins Rocket never seen before on the counter “You’re probably right, let's get out of here and talk a little bit more private.”
 
They walked down the street and the man dove into an alleyway, giving Rocket ample time to follow, he noticed however that he was a bit slower than normal and he had to concentrate on his walking pattern a bit more.  “Hey dude?” he said, stopping and catching his breath, “What was in that drink man? That shit was strong.”
 
The orange-scarred man just laughed and started to walk back to Rocket, pulling out a pair of handcuffs from his back. “Oh it was nothing, I’m starting to think you mammals can’t handle your liquor.” He slid behind Rocket and slipped the handcuffs on his wrists behind his back.
 
Rocket’s eyes snapped open, realizing what was happening to him. He jumped forward, out of the reach of the guy, “Whoa dude, you really think that you can beat me? Frec is going to be mine whether you like it or not.”
 
The man just shook his head, “You don’t know what you’re getting into, let me save you the trouble and bring you too him right now.”
 
“To hell you are!” Rocket yelled, charging at the guy and jumping in the air, kicking the guy in his chest and knocking him back. He then ran further down the alley, trying to escape him and get back to his ship. He was stopped dead in his tracks by a brick wall, he saw the man getting closer to him, so Rocket decided he needed to jump up. He leapt from wall to wall, jumping up to get higher, but he felt a tug at his tail and was thrown to the floor, knocking his head off the ground.
 
“I really am just doing the best thing for you man,” The guy said as Rocket was getting back to his feet. “You wouldn’t have had a chance against him alone, at least if I bring you to him he might have some mercy.”
 
That was the last thing Rocket heard before the man gave him a swift kick straight to the jaw, just barely keeping the raccoon conscious. The last thing that Rocket remembered before blacking out was getting lifted up onto the guy’s shoulders and being carried away.
 
Rocket awoke inside a prison cell, a sharp pain in his head, dulling everything around. Bits and pieces kept coming back to him as he was getting all of his wits back to him. He surveyed his surroundings, but couldn’t find a way to get out. He looked outside of the cell and saw a guard dozing off in a chair. He tried to yell out to him, but the guard just said, “Don’t waste your time rodent. The Great Frec will get to you when he gets to you, it's not everyday he has someone trying to capture him though. You might have a pretty interesting meeting with the man.”
 
Rocket could do nothing but wait, if no one would help him out, and there was nothing he could do to get out of the cell, he at least knew when to quit. It seemed like forever he waited in the bare prison cell, even if it was only for a few hours. He dozed off in the meantime, trying to sleep away the searing pain in his head.
 
“Wake up rodent!” The guard said, startling Rocket awake. Thankfully the pain in his head was gone, but he realized he now was going to have to meet the man he just tried and kidnap. The guard didn’t put any restraints on, as he said, “fighting would be useless against Frec.” But that didn’t stop Rocket from coming up with a plan. He was escorted to a large set of doors, which opened when the guard pushed a few numbers in the keypad. 521505, he thought to himself hoping to remember that code if he ever needed it.
 
As the large doors were swung open, he saw a few more guards that looked like the one the escorted him there, along with a red colored humanoid on a throne. The red man’s voice boomed over the large area quieting the chatter, “Sit! Sit! Take a seat everyone!”
 
Rocket just muttered to himself, “Sorry your Ugliness, I didn’t realize I was going to capture a king.” The guard beside him had to stifle a laugh before they both got yelled at.
 
“Now this, rodent, I presume was found trying to capture me is that right?” The red man asked the crowd, which they responded yes. “And isn’t it a bad idea to try and do that to a man of my importance, is that correct?” he asked again, to which the crowd responded again with a resounding yes. “So, now that we know the answer to all of these questions, tell me rodent, why in the hell did you ever try and do that to a person like myself?”
 
Angered by the name-calling, Rocket piped up, “First of all, its Rocket you dumb son-of-a red faced bitch. Second of all, I don’t care how important you are, I needed the credits that came from bagging your ugly ass.”
 
The crowd gasped out in total shock, and even Frec was silent for a moment, before bursting out into a roar of laughter, “Well, thank you Rocket, for correcting your name, we shouldn’t have a misunderstanding like that happen in here. But the words that come out of your mouth are quite funny, a poor thing such as yourself wanting to capture me because of the bounty on my head, without any backup and any game plan besides talking to people? You must not be from around these parts.”
 
Rocket was at a loss for words, realizing that his plan was very flawed from the start, “I’ll give you this boy, you have a lot of guts, a steel set of balls even. I’d usually have you killed for insolence and disrespect like that. I’ve killed people in my kingdom for a lot less than what you just said, but I’ve taken quite a liking to you Rocket. Guards, leave the room, let me talk to this, Rocket, in private.”
 
The crowd did what it was told, dispersing very quickly and leaving the large floor to the two of them. “Now,” Frec said, “I think we can come to an understanding on the terms of your release, come up to my throne.”
 
“Listen man, I don’t want any trouble, you know why I’m here and you know why I did what I did, we cool?” asked Rocket.
 
Frec smiled and waited for Rocket to come over to him, “I think we can think of something that will make me happy, I’ve heard about you spreading terror throughout this quadrant, and I definitely see why, that ship of yours and your sick friend definitely cost quite a few credits.” Before Rocket could ask how he knew, Frec cut him off, “I know everything that goes on in this land boy, you don’t know how powerful I am. You just know the amount of credits you would get from capturing me. After I’m done with you, you’ll be transported to your ship, never to return, you hear this?”
 
Rocket agreed, “Of course sir, I’ll leave right now.”
 
A force stopped the raccoon before he could get any further, stopping him in his tracks and pulling him closer to Frec, “Now that wasn’t part of the deal Rocket. First you will have to, satisfy me.” Frec said, disrobing and revealing his massive cock to Rocket. “Your species, intrigues me and I don’t think I have seen one of your kind before. It will be a pleasure to lay with one of you.
 
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Rocket said, now realizing the situation he was in. “I ain’t gay, this is not happening, and you are not having me do anything with that.”
 
“Would you rather be destroyed along with your ship and your friend?” Frec said, showing an image of inside of the ship, Groot asleep on the metal floors.
 
Rocket gritted his teeth, “You fucker…” he mumbled out, “I can’t fucking believe it, I’m gonna have to do this.”
 
“Good, now open your mouth like a good servant.” Frec said, an aggressive tone in his voice. Rocket did as he was told and opened as wide as possible. “Now make sure I don’t feel any of those teeth, or you know what will happen.” Frec stated, now guiding Rocket’s head and his member together.
 
Rocket winced as he felt the tip of Frec’s cock touch his tongue; the taste of the member was new to the raccoon, and not the most pleasant. More and more of him flooded the raccoons senses as Frec gently pushed more and more of his throbbing member inside his maw, allowing Rocket to get used to the size. A small spurt of pre landed on the back of his tongue, almost causing him to jump. He thought the taste was a bit better than the cock itself, but he was too humiliated to think as clear as he wanted to at this point.
 
Frec was having a good time however; he had this raccoon as his bitch and all to himself. The raccoon’s pointed muzzle made the experience definitely a new one for Frec, but nonetheless he was enjoying this. He took one of his hands and placed it on the back of Rockets head, scratching it and petting him. “Good little rodent,” he said, “now use that tongue of yours.”
 
The order stayed in his head for a bit, still a bit rung from the knockout earlier. It was only when Frec ordered for him to do it again, shoving a bit more of his cock inside, that Rocket took to it. Rocket focused on his task, hoping that if he were good, it would be over soon along with this humiliation. He thought about the best way to go about it, wrapping his tongue over his thick shaft and letting him push through it, or sucking and moving his tongue up and down. Either way, he was able to get a few moans out of the red man.
 
He placed a hand over Frec’s shaft and used it to move up and down and suck his member, having his muzzle touch the red man’s belly button each time he felt brave enough to get down to the base of it. Rocket tried to go a bit deeper and take it all in, but he hit the back of his throat with the cock, causing him to stop and let go, coughing up a storm.
 
Frec laughed at his choking cocksucker, “Come back here rodent, you haven’t finished your job yet.”
 
Slowly, Rocket got back on his knees in front of the man. “Now, no coughing this time.” Ordered Frec, who grabbed him by the ears.
 
“Ow dude, those are sensiti-” Rocket tried to say, before Frec forced his cock down the raccoon’s throat.
 
Rocket’s throat burned with pain, being forced open and pushed apart by the large intrusion. Rocket wasn’t able to think straight as he was being forced to take the humongous member down his throat. He was choking, losing air, and almost fainting with each minute that passed by, all while Frec was having the time of his life, thrusting his cock down the raccoon’s throat.
 
Just as Rocket thought it was all over for him, he felt Frec’s thrusts get more sporadic and crazed. The red man thrusted one last time and spread Rocket’s jaw wide open, going deeper than ever before. Frec let out a deep sigh of relief as he came down his prisoners throat. The taste scared Rocket, not because of the air, but because how much he seemed to enjoy it. Just as he pulled out, Rocket fell to the ground, coughing and gasping for air in a desperate attempt to save himself.
 
“Oh come on prisoner, you really thought that was rough? “ He said, with a devious grin on his face. “I could have been much worse.”
 
Rocket didn’t care about the taunting at this point, all he wanted to do was catch his breath, “I *gasp* upheld my *gasp* end of the bargain. Let… Me… Go…”
 
Frec just shook his head and denied the request, “I’m not finished exploring you yet, little rodent.” The man took his hand and gestured with it, suddenly removing Rocket’s clothes. “Hmm. Very interesting…”
 
“What?” Rocket said, annoyed and a bit cold, “You want to cum on the metal plate on my fucking back? I’ve already sucked your cock what else do you want me to do?”
 
Frec thought about the question for a bit and got up from his chair, he looked at the raccoon from all over. Finally he piped up, “Go lie down on this table.” waving his hand and having it appear from thin air. Knowing there really is no fighting it, Rocket went over and waited for Frec to make another move.
 
Slowly, Frec approached the table and grabbed Rocket, moving him so he was facing the other way. Frec grabbed his tail and lifted up inspecting his rear. Rocket started to struggle and push away from him, knowing what was going to happen to him. “Dude! What are you? That is not going anywhere near my ass!” Rocket yelled out, only to have Frec move his hand once more and silence the raccoon.
 
“Don’t worry prisoner, I’m sure you’ll survive this experience, and even if you don’t you might make a nice throw pillow.” Said Frec, moving one of his fingers to Rocket’s tail hole.
 
Rocket’s toes curled and his back arched as he felt the cold digit press upon his virgin hole, a muted growl escaped his lips, followed by a yelp of pain once he felt Frec push his thick finger inside of him. Frec pushed his finger in and out of the poor prisoner’s ass, allowing him to get used to the size, then popping another in. Each time making Rocket yell out in muffled pain.  Frec allowed him to talk once more, “Go, speak out in pain rodent. Let your weakness echo through this chamber’s walls.”
 
“AH!” Rocket yelled, 4 fingers now being forced inside of him stretching and probing his hole, “F-fuck you… You red-faced piece of AH!” His insults quickly stopped by Frec forcefully pulling his fingers out. Rocket looked back, his suspicions realized. Frec’s cock was pointing right at him. “Now, now, we can come some sort of an agreement right? You don’t have to do this, I’m useful for other things!” Rocket said, pleading for this not to happen.
 
“Eh, you’re shitty at capturing people and staying hidden, so I’m going to keep this plan.” Frec said, grabbing Rocket by the hip and pulling to the edge of the table. Gripping him by scruff of the neck and flipping him on his back, metal plate scraping against the table. He grabbed Rocket’s legs and pulled his body close, pressing his own cock right on Rocket’s hole. Frec’s unfeeling eyes shined for a moment, seeing how hopeless his prisoner was made him feel so powerful. Snapping out of his trance he grabbed Rocket by the fluff of his chest and pulled back, slowly pushing back and inside of him.
 
Rocket’s eyes went wide as he felt the head of Frec’s cock enter him, a searing pain shot up through his body as he was being split apart by the beast. Each thrust made Rocket yell out. He felt the pain sear from all sides intensify when Frec forced himself deeper and deeper. Small tears welled up in the corners of the raccoon’s eyes as embarrassment and the pain morphed together.
 
Frec however, was having an amazing time. Each time Rocket squirmed, each time he tried to fight back, and every time Frec thrusted in deeper only was pure pleasure to the man. His grip on Rocket’s body only got tighter as he went on, pushing his huge member deep inside the tight hole.
 
Rocket gave up the fighting and just let it happen to him, letting his whole body go limp as the pain seared through his veins and made him not able to respond. He felt the large cock bulge out deeper and deeper into his stomach. The pain didn’t seem to go away for the longest time, Rocket only got used to it, being used as purely as a toy for the man to fuck. The slightest hints of pleasure were there for him, but it wasn’t enough to stop the relentless onslaught of being stretched apart by the large man’s throbbing cock. Rocket just had to survive until he was finished with him.
 
Frec didn’t want the time he was having with his prisoner to end, but with how good Rocket’s tight hole was feeling around his member, it was enough to keep him going. Each thrust echoed through the chamber, the sound of their hips colliding, Rockets pained yells, and Frec’s moans were the only thing to be heard throughout the entire room.
 
He was getting so close, he felt himself losing control, pushing and thrusting wildly, losing his rhythm and making his little toy go limp, it was all too much for him. Frec pushed in one last time, going as deep as he could, cumming again inside of his bitch.
 
A tear formed in Rocket’s eye as he felt Frec shoot his load deep inside of him, all the pain being taken away for the numbness and the pure embarrassment he was feeling at the moment, just torrent after torrent of endless cum swelling his small belly.
 
Frec quickly pulled out and shot the last bit all over the broken body of Rocket, smearing it into his fur. “Ah, you were a good little bitch Rocket.” Frec said, dematerializing the table and letting the barely conscious raccoon fall to the ground with a groan. “Make sure you come back sometime, I gave you a few credits for your service bud.”
 
“Wait, what?” Rocket asked, lying on the floor, covered in Frec’s cum and leaking from behind. Suddenly he was transported back onto the ship, just out of eyesight of Groot. He landed with a thud and heard a bag of credits fall beside him.
 
“I Am Groot?” Groot asked.
 
“Long story bud, just find another target and fly us far, far away from here, I need to take a shower. A long shower.” Rocket said, getting up on his feet and slowly making his way to the bathroom.
 
Groot noticed the strong odor on his little buddy, and silently looked over at him walking away. He noticed Rocket’s tail twitching and cum all over his body, even some running down his leg. I Am Groot, Groot thought, getting some naughty ideas about having some fun with Rocket.