Rocket Raccoon, separated from his crew, now stood before the entrance to the Kyln once more. The Nova core opted to have him serve a short sentence for petty crimes. How could he have known that it was illegal to steal some big wig’s wallet? And his car? And his spaceship? All in one day.

Having done this all previously, Rocket was unceremoniously stripped and hosed down before being put into the yellow rags that served as the prison uniform. Rocket was used to it but remained unfazed but as he stepped into his cell, an unexpected surprise greeted him. 

“Hi Rocky!” Blackjack O’hare shouted from the top bunk of the little prison cell. The clang of the closing cell door emphasized the silence that followed “fancy seeing you here!”

Yet again, only silence came from the surprised raccoon. Tension filled the tiny cell, tension so thick a vibroblade can clearly cut through it. Rocket remained silent for long  enough that  Blackjack slipped down from his perch and immediately clung onto the stunned Rocket.It was as if  a long lost lover finally reunited with their significant other.

“And what in the nine hells are you doing here Blackjack?” Rocket finally asks before sitting down on the bottom bunk, his gaze boring a hole into the blue bunny who’s coy smile stretched from one bunny ear to the other.

“Aww, that’s no way to greet an old friend, especially not in prison” Blackjack said before parking his ass next to Rocket’s. The bed was small, but Blackjack didn’t have to cling this close to his old flame.

“I ain’t your friend, and definitely ain’t old” Rocket said scooting away from the rabbit’s attempts at intimacy.

“C’mon Rocky, have you forgotten all the times I’ve played with your little rocket? Or maybe I should say “widdle blaster”?” Blackjack teased, before scooting and groping Rocket’s crotch.

Rocket had been known as the type to use heavy weapons, jokes came around on how he’s “compensating” for something, yet only Blackjack knew the truth. That deep down Rocket’s “rocket” was nothing but a blaster, a toy so to speak. 

“Don’t call it that!” Rocket blushed at the mention of his “blaster” , a scowl formed on his face at the teasing. The reaction only made Blackjack laugh at his expense.

Blackjack’ already small hand overshadowed the tiny protruding bulge from Rocket’s pants. The two inch nub barely made itself apparent, even at full length. Yet Blackjack was a mercenary, and knew how to use even the most useless of tools.

“Aww don’t be so stiff Rocky, I’d still like to give it a good cleaning, even if it  is on the small side” Blackjack said, emphasizing small and stiff, which made Rocket blush even harder.

Stifled moans escaped from Rocket’s face at Blackjack’s words. But he can only do so much under the blue bunny’s soft touch. Blackjack was no normal lagomorph, and one of his enhancements was softer fuller fur. And it showed on Rocket’s face as his grimace begrudgingly shifted to that of ecstasy. As much as Rocket hated it, he couldn’t deny that it felt good.

“And what’re you doing bunny boy?” Rocket said, finally giving in, his body relaxing under his rival’s touch.

“Why, just polishing your little blaster, but I can’t clean it without taking it out of its holster. Mind helping me?” Blackjack said, pushing Rocket onto his back.

“Why don’t you take it out yourself bunny boy?”  Rocket said in a domineering tone, forgetting about all his previous misgivings about the blue mercenary.

“Sure thing Rocky” Blackjack said before biting the waistband of Rocket’s pants. Slowly pulling them down, teasing the lust filled raccoon.

“Oh, looks like it's starting to warm up!” Blackjack exclaimed as his pink nose lined up with the growing bulge from rocket’s tighty whities “Didn’t know you started wearing new underwear though”

“Eh, I picked up some from earth. Now stop stalling, or my “blaster” just might try and go back in its holster” Rocket replied, to which Blackjack duly complied. 

First, Blackjack rubbed his wet nose on the growing wet spot on Rocket’s undies, taking in the smell of his pre. All before dragging his tongue along the bulge until it rested on the elastic waistband of Rocket’s underwear. He bit at the waistband before slowly pulling at the clean pair of underwear, slowly revealing the base of Rocket’s cock.

Moans escaped once more from the prone raccoon as he felt Blackjack’s nose bury itself deep in his pubic patch. Blackjack enjoyed the smell of the raccoon’s sweat, and thanked the long walk to the cell for it too. All before fully pulling away the underwear, revealing Rocket’s rocket, or as Blackjack had called it, his “widdle blaster”

“Oh it’s even cuter than I remember!” Blackjack teased before giving Rocket’s cock a lick “Did it grow even smaller?”

“Shuddap!” Rocket protested through his moans “Let’s just get this over with!”

“Sheesh,picky!” Blackjack said giving the “widdle blaster” the old spit and shine “I’m sure you’ll be asking me to cum before the night ends”

“I already hnnnng.. Am” Rocket was already feeling himself close to the edge. His toes curled in response to Blackjack’s teasing. And the feeling of one of the bunny’s fingers tracing a ring around his tailhole did not help one bit.

“Not what I meant” Blackjack’s last words being muffled as he started to take Rocket’s cocklet in his mouth, which barely filled his already small maw.

Blackjack’s own member had already hardened between his legs. As he teased Rocket’s cock with his mouth, Rocket tried to feel around with his feet to help the blue lagomorph. Returning the favor, Rocket stroked Blackjack’s length with his furred feet. The pink member was anything but small as it stood practically twice as tall as Rocket’s.

“Oh, looks like someone’s ready for some prison fun!” Blackjack said as he pre-cum coated the soles of Rocket’s feet. Before Rocket could retort a reply, he felt Blackjack’s lips on his own in a heartfelt kiss, one which was only emphasized by the feeling of Blackjack’s larger length beginning to rub against his own.

Their pre began to mix as they frotted into the night. Heavy musk filled the air of their cell, a mix of their sweat and sex made anyone who passed by know what was happening. Guards avoided the cell for the rest of the night.

Being on a ship without any privacy had already put the raccoon on edge, and it seemed his cellmate was finally able to push him over the edge. The feeling of the lagomorph’s larger member was enough to make Rocket cum, pitiful spurts of seed spewed forth from Rocket’s cock, barely coating his pubic patch. 

“Aw, we barely even begun and you already shot first” Blackjack said, teasing the raccoon further as his free hand smeared the meager amount of seed across Rocket’s belly. With his buck teeth, Blackjack began to nibble playfully at Rocket’s neck, making him squirm and mewl even worse than before.

All through the night, moans can be heard from their cells, yet no guard nor prisoner had the gall to interrupt their intimacy. Was it out of fear? Disgust? Or maybe even respect for the guardian and mercenary, who knows.

All Rocket knew was he had the time of his life with Blackjack’s mouth. After cumming enough times to put the rabbit to shame he passed out sometime in the night, which was perfect for the blue mercenary’s plan to unfold.

Out from under Blackjack’s bunk he pulled out a small metal device specially made for Rocket Raccoon, a very special chastity cage. 

Very carefully, Blackjack treated this like any other heist. Carefully he crept upon the sleeping form of Rocket, his open hand gently caressing the raccoon's tiny and drained balls. Slowly he slipped a metal ring around the base of Rocket’s sheath and balls, he held his breath hoping the cold metal ring won’t wake his lover from his slumber.

Next came the cage itself. It was specially made from the strongest metal in the universe, just like the ring, he was just thankful he didn’t need much for Rocket’s cocklet. It cost Blackjack nearly a fortune just to have this little nub made! He slipped it on Rocket’s sheath with an audible click filling the cell. Slowly the cage melded with the ring, leaving no groove for prying and no lock for the picking.

Giggling like a little schoolgirl, Blackjack couldn’t help but  look at his handiwork, this’ll make sure Rocket was sure to chase him, if he wanted to cum that is. And just like magic, from the shadows came his black bunny brigade, waiting since he had arrived.

They were tasked with bringing the cage and breaking out their boss, but it seemed they had some fun in the pocket space as some were pantsless and covered in cum. One even limped out from hiding, their ass still leaking.

Blackjack suddenly thought if he should cage his underlings as well, but he digressed. After taking a few pics of the naked and caged Rocket and changing back into his normal outfit, he shooed the bunnies back into hiding before waking up the still sleeping racoon.

“Wakey wakey Rocky!” Blackjack said, his right paw gently fondling Rocket’s family jewels, to which Rocket replied by shifting in bed and yawning without even opening his eyes.

“Tsk,tsk,tsk” Was what Rocket heard before pain suddenly burst from his balls, waking him up and causing him to jump up, ready for action.

“What the hell Blackjack!” Rocket shouted with a snarl, wearing nothing but his torn shirt and cage he looked ready to pounce like one of those feral earth raccoons.

With his ass to the cold metal wall, Rocket felt his cage bump with the wall, the audible clank making him look between his legs. Eyes widening, he suddenly grabbed and pawed fruitlessly at the cage, all while Blackjack just laughed at the sight of Rocket prodding at his now useless teeny cock.

“What the actual hell, Blackjack!” Rocket shouted before lunging at the bunny. Yet a sudden vibration around his crotch made him fall on the floor in both pleasure and pain. Pre had already begun to leak through the cage’s tip as Rocket's cock tried and failed to harden against its restraints.

“Just a little precaution Rocky” Blackjack said as he nudged the vibrating cage “If you want to cum, you have to catch me! This way I’m sure we’ll see each other again”

“You’re deranged Blackjack, please take it off!” Rocket tried to say through incoherent moans as the vibrations began to come to and fro, a pool of his precum already forming between his feet.

“No can do, got a job to do,” Blackjack said looking at his wrist communicator “Think of it as a parting gift, one I’m sure the other inmates would love to see!” 

And with that, Blackjack grabbed Rocket’s pants strewn across the floor from the night before, all before he slipped back into the shadows making his escape.

Rocket lunged at the shadows only to catch lint and dust, nothing else. Without any pants, and any way to get off, this was going to be a long prison sentence.