For https://inkbunny.net/Ari3275 (Wiesel). They also wrote a story for the this commission.

A loud buzzing noise woke poor Rocket from the first semblance of peace he’d gotten when he arrived at this hellhole, a tray of surprisingly high quality food sitting right at his feet. A well done sirloin steak, white rice, and a glass of orange juice sat there on the tray, and without hesitation, he crawled his way over to it to get something in his stomach that wasn’t cum. On top of that, as he reached to grasp at the food, he quickly realized that his hands were no longer held back behind him due to the cuffs. Seemed like he was able to move around freely when he was in his cell at least, which was a blessing in this current environment. However, as he moved in to grasp at his meal, he immediately noticed something wrong with it.



The smell was what immediately gave it away, and the sight of pearly white streaks of fluid over the rice and meat, and how milky the orange juice appeared to be…they were splattering his food with seed. As much as he wanted to just toss it aside, or just throw up in disgust, he knew that they wouldn’t be giving him any sort of meal that was clean. He either ate this, or he starved, and by no means was Rocket Raccoon going to kill himself by starvation out in some nameless prison. Slowly, he devoured his meal, growling and shivering as the cum on his food activated the nano-machines in his body, enhancing his sensitivity and sending euphoric signals to his brain, a faux feeling of need that he had no way of controlling.



When Rocket finished the meal, he would grumble, looking down at his now fully erect, onyx cock, the traitorous girth twitching with an unwanted need for attention. Rocket wanted to berate himself for even getting into this situation, but simply didn’t have the time as his glass cage touched down onto the yard below, jolting him out of his self loathing. Standing out there was the familiar crowd, already sneering and chuckling at Rocket’s erection, and how he hadn’t even changed out of the ruined jumpsuit that he had on yesterday, as if he’d had the time to do so. Before he could cover himself up, the cuffs on his wrists let out a loud beep, and quite suddenly, they were whipped around behind him, locking in place as the glass door in front of him slowly opened.



The gang of rapists didn’t need an invitation, a trio of them rushing in and grabbing Rocket by the ankles, dragging him out even as he tried to kick and flail at the massive males around him. This time however, he was not being held down against a table, the raccoon suddenly being hoisted by his nape by a massive beast of a male, his animal instincts kicking in once again as his body seemed to relax, gritting his teeth as, while he certainly couldn’t feel the pain, he knew that the amount of pressure being put on his nape wasn’t exactly healthy.



“Damn it, can’t you pieces of shit gimme a break?!” Rocket roared out at the crowd, who would only chortle and jeer at his predicament, with one of the hefty inmates giving his exposed ass a hearty swat. The blow made the Raccoon jolt in the beast’s grasp, and before he could say anything more, the male holding him up would lower him down, but not onto the ground. No, Rocket was lowered right down onto another inmate’s shaft, and while gravity did play it’s part, the harsh thrust of that inmate into Rocket’s ass was enough to make the smaller male yipe.



“PAIN INHIBITORS: ONLINE FOR DURATION OF SESSION”



That cock was only half way in his body when his belly started to distend, Rocket’s eyes rolling back in his skull as the tag did its job to numb what would have been pure and utter agony. But the inmate didn’t stop at the halfway point, of course not, he’d only be satisfied if he’d get balls deep in the coon, and Rocket had to hang their and endure it, his legs kicking and twitching in the air as his belly was pushed out wider and wider. The dry insertion left the half worlder whining out; especially when those thick balls finally spanked his own. His vocalization of relief wasn’t lost on the others, as one of the inmates was more than happy to point out, “Jeez, that frog said he’d be a brainless slut in a week, but looking at him now, I don’t think he’ll last three days~!”


“Ngh, you should feel him inside then, this little slut keeps clenching down on me when I thrust in, and just…nnnnf, relaxes when I pull out. You sure you’re not trying to milk me, slut?” The massive brute laughed, slowly pulling his cock back to the tip before he’d push it right back in, keeping his rhythm nice and slow as Rocket’s cock bounced and throbbed from the insertion and all the extra movement he made with his kicking legs. Rocket didn’t believe him for a second, his hands balled up in fists as the extreme pressure on his prostate made him feel like he was going to burst right then and there.



“N-not a ch-chance in hell! Get out get out get out!!” Rocket tried to scream in protest, only for the sadistic inmate to start thrusting faster, making his scream of denial sound more like a needy bitch in heat, howling for a fresh load into their waiting, heat stricken womb. Naturally, the inmate didn’t care much for Rocket’s protests, making sure to angle his shaft so he could make the raccoon scream even more whorishly, each deep thrust sending spurt after spurt of pre shooting out from Rocket’s onyx chode.



“You can complain all ya want, vermin, but look at you, your more excited for this than you were yesterday! Heh, I wonder if we can make you cum twice as much as us? Maybe that’ll break you even faster?” One of the other inmates suggested, and while some of the other inmates couldn’t have cared less about what Rocket was feeling, the majority were all for this tactic, especially the male currently gaping that coon asshole along his kidney puncher of a cock. All it took from the massive brute was a change in angle, and then, with each thrust, he was SLAMMING his dick right into Rocket’s prostate with each shove, Rocket’s voice cracking as the pleasure rocking through his body swiftly escalated. It was like trying to escape an avalanche on a snowboard, those hefty balls slapping against Rocket’s as the overwhelming pleasure swiftly overtook him, his vision going white as his cock shot forth just one of the many loads it would unleash that day. Yet, even as his cock throbbed, the inmate below him just kept hammering away, further burying Rocket into a white tomb of ecstacy and lust, until he would finally finish off in the half worlder’s anus, his seed immediately flooding the poor coon’s body with enough volume that Rocket couldn’t even keep it down properly.



The guardian could do nothing as the thick, creamy fluid gushed out of his moaning maw, adding to the torrent of seed that would spill out of his now well used pucker as the inmate pulled out. But, much like yesterday, Rocket’s day wouldn’t be over until he serviced every single one of these goons, and one after the other, they fucked him raw, using the last inmate’s cum as lubricant as they all tried their hardest to get at least two orgasms out of Rocket for each of their own. Yesterday had only been a taste of what he would experience, partners varying from rough bastards who only cared to get themselves off, even if it meant almost tearing his nape off it it meant getting to use him like a fleshlight.



Others were surprisingly passionate, requesting Rocket be taken down, and fucked right onto the familiar table from yesterday. These inmates were more than happy to grope and illicit as much pleasure as they could out of Rocket, some making him shoot his load without even stuffing their cock in him, and others even making out with him as they fucked his loosening pucker, the raccoon that initially wanted to bite their tongues off now so caught up in his own pleasure that he’d weakly wrestle his tongue with theirs. He wasn’t sure how many had came into him before they all pulled back, but looking down at himself, his fur was already matted with jizz, his cock hanging half hard, with all the other inmate’s girths standing at attention, turgid and ready for another round.



Rocket gulped audibly, knowing for sure that he was nearing his breaking point. After all, as much as his rational mind hated this whole ordeal, he had never felt so good in his whole life. His body was a mess of warmth, and the feeling of all that cum in his ass felt far too good for him to go back to pounding women in seedy bars. But still, he had to hold out, he was a guardian after all, and even though he was small he was-



“Hey, we know you’ve been creaming yourself over our cocks this whole time…but right now, we wanna see you work for it. Want another drop of our cum, you’ll have to be the one to milk it out of us.” The inmate snickered, going so far as to lay down on the ground, his thick obelisk of masculinity shimmering in the glow from the halogen lamps above. It was then that Rocket’s ears would twitch, the sound of a glass cell touching back down, his cell, and he realized that, this was his chance to cower away, save whatever dignity was left in him, at least for another day.



“Come on Rocket, you know you’re still thirsty for us…”



Weakly, Rocket would slowly get up, legs weak from the incessant poundings he’d received, and as he made his way over, he knew that this decision would stick with him for the rest of his days. And, as Rocket finally lowered his rear, hotdogging that thick girth behind him, he heard another beep as his cuffs would release. He didn’t need to know why they suddenly freed up his hands, all he knew was that freeing his hands would allow him to properly service more than two of these amazing cocks at a time.
“Nnngh, d-don’t you worry, not gonna go anywhere till you’re all dried out…”

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