Chapter 1: Leather
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1. Leather
He hated the feeling of leather against his skin. It creaked in a disgusting way and the smell... He hated it all. More so after that was the only thing he was permited to wear. It consisted on a body suit that left his chest, ass and groin uncovered. It also had so many hoops that were used to cross chains and keep him in place, forced down on his chest and knees, ass up, while... While that beast took his enjoyment on him. Link hated the way the leather would smell after Ganondorf took him from behind.
He hated that he loved it.
Chapter 2: Roleplay
Notes:
This will be longer than the previous one.
No beta.
Chapter Text
2. Roleplay
It wasn't unusual finding people out there camping under the stars in the middle of the forest. It was, however, very unusual seeing only one person with a fire, little to no luggage and wearing nothing similar to protective gear. His clothes consisted on white tights and a green tunic over an also white shirt. His hair was long enough to rest on his shoulders and his eyes were trained at the fire.
Ganondorf stepped into the circle of light to made the other aware of his presence. Of course, with his own armour creaking and clacking he doubted the young blonde hadn't realise he was there.
"What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this? All alone at that."
The blonde looked up at him and glared. Of course, it could have been just him squinting so he could see. If his eyes had gotten unsed to the flames, Ganondorf was sure he couldn't see him in the dim light.
"Not alone. And not pretty."
"I beg to differ," he almost chuckled.
"Then beg."
That caught him off guard. So he crossed his arms over his chest and gave a command to the lone youth. "Back against that three, put your hands on it too, and don't you dare lift them."
The boy, for any man younger than himself was deemed a boy in his eyes, grumbled, but complied. Ganondorf smirked while he said "that's more like it," as he approached.
Once face to face, it made him laugh that the boy had to lift his head way up to meet his eyes. He was short. Then again, almost every Hylian he had met was way shorter than himself.
"Stop laughing and get on with it."
"Oh, demanding, little thing. Are you in a rush?"
"Not quite, but the night will leave and tomorow I have an important meeting."
That made him laugh again.
For tonight, he would comply. With swift movements, he took off the blonde's tights and released his cock. He had been getting worked up the more he had stalked the youth from the shadows, wondering how he would feel, how he would taste. Not wasting any more time, he reached between the blonde's legs and found that the little prick had already gotten himself ready. His ass yielded easily and he was quite oiled. Suppressing another laugh, he just positioned himself between those firm thighs and in one thrust he sank himself to the hilt. Both groaned. Not long after, he started the motion, working into a fast pace. After all, this pretty thing needed his beauty sleep, didn't he? For his morning meeting.
The blonde's moans filled his ears and at some point, he released the tree to grab onto Ganondorf's cape. Desperate groans and pleas fell from his lips and he felt compelled by those beautiful blue eyes. He kissed the boy, and the boy kissed back. They held each other close, closer and closer. They whispered promises that would not get fulfilled. Both were drinking from each other in frantic desire, chasing release.
Soon enough, they were done.
As he was readjusting his clothing, he turned to ask for the boy's name but he was already leaving. Ganondorf didn't say anything.
And as promised, Link came to him the very next day, sword raised and ready to fight. There was not a hint on either of them of what had transpired the night before.
"Good to see you, Link the Hero," he said with his usual cruel voice.
"You should have stayed sealed, King of Darkness!" Link retorted, pointing his blade against his chest.
Chapter 3: Hate Sex
Notes:
My dear Hakvrei has helped me with this one because I wasn't able to come up with something on my own. Thank you, dearie!!!
Tags: Dubious consent.
This is so bad. Lmao
Chapter Text
3. Hate sex
Link was just rushing out of the Lost Woods after purifying the Temple when he was confronted by a shadow. Dark energy enveloped Navi, trapping her. He rushed to her aid but was stopped by an enormous hand on his shoulder. Link found himself flung around until his back collided with stone. He grunted. His fight against the Phantom hadn't left him unscattered, and now this?
"You, little pest!" Hands grabbed at him, ripping fabric. "You think you can parade yourself around, destroying my work? Don't delude yourself in thinking I will let you run amok."
Hot, thin lips smashed against his and Link gasped. This... Was all too sudden. And he didn't know how to react. However, it seemed like his body did know how to react when a moan tore from his throat and he felt heat pooling between his legs. Those hands were touching him now, fondling him, fingers pressing against his asshole. He gasped again and as a result he got a demanding tongue tossed inside his mouth. He did his best to keep up but the brute was way too forceful, too fast.
"Wai-"
"Shut up! You will take what I give and will say no word! You think you are worth my time? Alright! You caught my attention, and these are the consequences. Dirty, little pest."
Even if Link had wanted to protest, he was too overwhelmed to do so, as he was manhandled into a different position, face and chest against the rock. He felt something pressing against his ass and it kept pressing and pressing until his body gave in and it slid inside. Link focused on the hand leaning on the wall besides his head, gritting his teeth in vain to contain his moans. It felt so good. But the man -red head, yellow eyes, deep frown- was hurling insults at him with each thrust.
I will kill him, he thought in between gasps and moans. I will kill him... but after he finishes this.
At some point Link started pushing back. And meeting the insults with his own.
"At least I don't get my plans twarted by a 'worthless pest'," he said at one point, which won him a hand over his mouth.
"Keep your dirty mouth shut. There's only one thing you are good for and even at that you are bothersome.
Well, I am not the one seeking the trash, he thought, glaring back over his shoulder.
Link would stop the evil man. But later. Right now... Right now he was busy.
Chapter 4: Teratophilia [With Fanart]
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4. Teratophilia
Link stopped in his tracks, gasping. The blade was shaking in his hand. He couldn't quite breathe. He had never seen something quite like... Like it. He had been trying to uncover the mystery of who or what Ganon was. He had a couple of clues, but none were good enough to give him more insight. Instead, his investigation had brought him to this old, dust riddled building and in the bowels of it, between long, narrow, damp underground corridors, inside this chamber, a creature awaited. It was at least three times Link's size and so wide. Its hide was blue -or so it looked like in the dim light- and it had tusks. It was also walking like a man, and wearing armour, but unlike a man, its eyes shone bright red. They were trained on Link and Link felt his stomach in knots.
I want it. Him. Them. I want... I want him!
"What is this? What is a little hero like you doing here?"
Even its voice made Link shake. He bit down his lips, sheathing his sword.
"I want you," he said, voice filled with lust.
The creature laughed. At him. At his words. With him?
Link didn't know.
He didn't care.
He just knew that he... He wanted.
Chapter 5: Sweat
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5. Sweat
Keeping as silent as possible, he covered his mouth with his hand. Given a sword because "it was dangerous out there", he hadn't expected to find this... Creature while feeling so unprepared.
His shirt was damp with cold sweat. A lone, pearlescent sweatdrop ran down the side of his face and like a tear fell to the ground when it reached his chin.
From around the column a deep, bone frightening voice came: "Ah, so you were hiding there."
The blue pig-man spoke.
Link's cries were swallowed by the darkness, never to be heard again.
Chapter 6: Chastity
Notes:
Chapter tags:
Religious imagery free-form.
Alternate Universe.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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6. Chastity
In the realm of Hyrule, the Holy Order of Hylia tasked their soldiers with the duty of protecting the land. Since they were supposed to abide by their duties, walking the land and for ever moving, that meant they had little to no time for love and family, and having children with the people they encountered wherever they got stationed could lead to a messy business. It was also understood that they had to give their all to their Holy task, and thus, as time passed, the soldiers started making vows of chastity.
People were relaxed around them, because they knew they "couldn't" do anything against their vows. But people also forgot that pledging their vow was completely optional. And that was Link's case.
When he had finally entered the order, he was already a young man, having spent his teens training and studying the scriptures that told the tale of the Goddess and how she descended to walk among them to protect them, when he passed all the tests, and with flying colors at that, he was already prepared to vow his chastity to the Goddess.
During his training he had fumbled here and there but Link never found that special someone and since he was going to practically become a shadow, it wasn't even smart to try and find a partner. He had, however, learnt a lot about carnal passion and though he hadn't quite gotten why people were so interested in... That. It wasn't bad, but... Some people acted as if it was the best thing to ever be done in the world, but if you asked Link, sex wasn't that interesting. Granted, it felt good, but he wouldn't go around chasing others just to have it like some did.
With all that in the past, now Link felt free to roam through the vastness of Hyrule, while protecting its people from creatures of the dark and even reclaiming lands swallowed by the abyss.
"He is so stuck up!"
"He made the vow."
"Yes! But look at him! He acts as if he is better than us!"
"He doesn't, though?"
"He does. He does when he looks at us from over his shoulder. He thinks he is better than us because he made the vow and hasn't touched anyone or himself ever since."
"You are just jealous that Link is the favourite of the head priest. If you are si miffed, why don't you take the vow yourself and do the same as him?"
Link could hear them, but feigned he didn't because it would become tiresome if he were to try and change their views and explain anything.
Instead, he just got his food and took a seat. He ate and as soon as he finished he cleared everything and walked out of the dinning hall. He wasn't rushing, but he didn't take his time, either.
When Link arrived at the chapel, ready for his confession so he could rid himself of the weight of his transgressions and go back to protecting Hyrule, the priest who always heard him was already there.
Clad in all black, hair brushed back and tied at the bacn of his neck, the high priest was speaking with another priest, but when he saw Link, his face lit up and he excused himself from the other priest to go to him, arms open as if offering to hug him. But they never touched. The priest always kept his hands to himself. Link had never felt the weight of his hand on bis shoulder, for example.
"High priest Ganondorf," he greeted with a soft smile. The man was all smiles too, flashing his white teeth.
"Ah, knight Link, what a pleasure seeing you here today. I thought you were on your way to the west."
"I am headed that way for my next mision, of course, but I couldn't leave without confessing." His answer was simple but it made the priest's face change so very slightly. Link had been noticing it, but, as always, he said nothing, and just walked with the priest to the private hearing.
***
Link was here again. And that filled him with excitement. The boy was such a dumb, foolish blind one. He followed all his instructions without question and always with that soft smile of his. His eyes always shone with happiness when they looked at each other.
He ushered Link to their usual room for confession, and as always, Ganondorf had to keep himself in check. Link was the most sinful of creatures and he was surrounded by sinners. But Link's case... He had had to work very hard to earn and then keep the young man's trust.
"Is there anything for you to penance, child?" he asked, taking a seat, listening to Link's moves at the other side of the screen. If only those sounds indicated that this rotten boy was undressing for him... But no, those rustles only indicated that Link was taking a seat.
"Ah, not much, high priest. I just... I felt pride yesterday, but the wrong kind the one that makes a man foolish, and the other day, a bar maid almost flashed her whole decolletage to me while I was still on duty. Of course, I didn't watch, but I feel bad for it."
"Did you have any impure thoughts?"
More rustle and Link's voice: "No, high priest, but I felt bad for not being able to reciprocate. I was just so... Uninterested... She insulted me then and I didn't feel anything. I... I felt such pride for not being swayed, and still I know I would protect that woman the same I would someone who was courteous to me. And that's when things went wrong. I felt... I felt superior and that's... That's bad."
"Ah, my child..." Ganondorf felt such glee. Link was a pristine, pure little thing. Ever since Ganondorf saw him at the ceremony, he knew Link was special. He made the vow of chastity and unlike others who did, the blonde knight kept it. While others let their minds go astray, Link kept his clear and focused. He was such a treat... "You just felt Hylia's grace befalling onto you. She is happy that you would defend anyone from evil even if they wouldn't be by anyone else. You are very kind, Link."
"Oh... That's..."
"Keep your peace, knight, and go do your duty with a clear mind."
"Thank you, high priest. May Hylia's blessing light your way."
"Yours as well, knight."
And like that, Link was gone.
And Ganondorf had a raging erection. As always. That Link was such a pure being, who kept himself chaste and pristine always made him want. But of course, Ganondorf always kept his hands far from Link, for he knew that as soon as his fingers grazed Link's clothes, he wouldn't be able to stop himself anymore and would mark and ruin the boy. And one of the allures that the knight had was precisely that he was untouched.
That night, in the solitude of his cell, Ganondorf, once again, reached completion while thinking on the blonde, knowing that one day he would lose the constant fight of touching or not that beautifully corrupted sinful boy.
Notes:
I am sleep deprived, exhausted from work and don't know what I'm writing lmao.
Chapter 7: Stuck in wall
Notes:
Without beta.
Tags for chapter:
Rape/non-con
Rimming
Fingering
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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7. Stuck in a wall
He had been looking at it. The first time he had noticed was a couple of weeks ago, and ever since he had noticed it. There, on the wall, hidden by bushes and foliage, was a dog hole. Link had decided to examine it, to see where it lead. Of course, it should lead to the other side, to the forest, but Link wasn't all too sure about that. It could lead somewhere completely unexpected.
He wanted to investigate, however, he wasn't a lean and small as he was before. He had been gaining muscle lately, and he had gotten through a couple of grown sprout in his late teens, so now he wasn't as "compact" and even though he had always enjoyed exploring the narrowest of paths, Link knew it would be impossible for him to crawl through it.
Still...
The hole, as plain as it was, stared back at Link, beckoning. And Link wanted to answer the call. Sighing, while damning his curious and adventurous nature, he started to unlace his belts and shed the thickest of his clothing. By the end of it, Link was left only wearing a shirt and thighs –and his boots, he wasn't chancing getting his feet hurt if he needed to run– and decided to tie a rope around his ankle so he could drag his sword.
Feeling like an idiot, for his plan was quite stupid, he got on his four and crawled towards the hole. It was elevated on the wall, so he didn't really need to throw himself on the dirt, but it was low enough to force him to be in an awkward position.
He was going to regret it... But the mystery was too tempting and Link knew himself to be an idiot so...
He pushed his hands and arms first. Then head, shoulders, upper train and... His waist was thinner than his shoulders, so it went in pretty easily, but his chest got stuck.
"Fuck," he muttered.
He could see the other side of the wall from inside. It seemed the hole at the other end was also covered by plants as little light came from it. It was close enough that if Link could stretch over his arms, his fingertips would touch the end, but... He was stuck.
He couldn't move his arms. He couldn't push and pull and... And his backside was unprotected. Even if he had his sword there... He couldn't reach it either. So he was stuck... And vulnerable.
"Hylia's bollocks!" he cursed, trying to move. He couldn't do much. Except sigh. But he wanted to scream. However, if he did that, someone might hear, and come see what was happening and he was too prideful for that, as Link was sure he would become a laughing stock for at least two weeks. The tip of his ears turned red as he felt affronted by just the thought of that.
"What the-!?"
Link bit his lip. The worst had happened. Someone had stumbled upon him. Desperate, he tried to push forwards, feet digging onto the dirt for purchase. But instead of moving, he just hurt himself. He muttered another curse.
"My, my. What's such a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?" the person who had happened upon him asked. The voice was deep, distinctly male, and it was both surprised and pleased.
Link felt a shiver run down his spine. This didn't bode well for him, did it?
"Hi! Um... I'm stuck..." he said, lamely. The voice laughed and Link felt a chill. This man was making feel so uncomfortable... "Listen, if you are not going to help, could you at least leave?" he said, grumbling. Then man laughed anew and he felt a smack on his back side that made Link choke on a gasp.
"And why should I do either of those things? I quite like the view like this," he said as a hand smacked his other globe.
"Hey! Cut it out!" he protested, feeling nervous, and... Scared.
"Hmm... Let me thing about it... Uh, no." Another smack and then the hand rubbed his ass. Link cursed again. Angry, now. He didn't say anything because the shock of getting his thighs pulled down to his ankles froze him in place.
"Wh- what are you doing!?" he squeaked, voi v turning up an octave.
There was laughter.
"Have you ever been told that you have a very delicious looking ass?" was the only answer, while two hands squeezed his globes. Link was shaking, now, filled with anger and fear.
"S-stop that!" he demanded.
"No can do." Another smack and then he felt teeth on his flesh. He choked on a squeal. "Delicious," the voice added before hands spread him.
"Hey! Hey, hey!!! No! Stop!! Stop, stop, stop!! I don't want this!"
Link tried trashing with his legs but the man just moved and... Link couldn't do much from where he was. He groaned when he felt a tongue landing flat on the pucker of his hole. His thighs trembled. He had never... No one had ever... Done that to him... Before. It's always been fingers and-
"Oh, Hylia, have mercy," he breathed out.
The hands kept his ass spread open and the tongue was lavishing him and Link could feel a beard and, fuck! It felt so good his cock had started to swell. Link felt tears prickling his eyes.
"Ah~... St-stop!! Nngh!!! No!! Please... Stop..."
His tears were mixed with moans. His body, the traitor, was showing signs of enjoying this, even when Link hated it. And he gasped loudly when the tongue wriggled inside of him.
He cried. There was nothing he could do to stop this, and even when he had tried kicking, his resistance had been futile. The man was doing whatever he wanted, because he could, and Link was unable to stop him.
This torture continued for long enough that Link started to believe it would never end. But it did. Surprisingly, the tongue left, the scratched from the beard were burning on his delicate skin and... And now Link tried trashing again, yelling, begging for the man to stop as he felt a digit getting shoved inside of him.
"Ah, you feel quite narrow. I might need a little bit more than my saliva," the voice said as the finger fucked him, pressing all over and rubbing here and there as if looking for something. He begged anew but was met with laugher and a cry of victory when that finger brushed against something inside him and a hand fondled him between his legs. It lasted shorter than what he would have liked but still it also felt as if it was better for it to end soon.
Link came unter the ministrations of both hands but his shame didn't end there. Because there was no way that man had gotten his hands on lubricant so fast, lest of all, something gooey and warm, to use to stretch his hole.
He is using my own... My own... To, to...
He couldn't even think it. Just grit his teeth and keep begging for respite, that never came. And in between his unheard pleas, moans and groans.
"Well, seems like you are stretched out enough now," the voice said, as he fingered him with three digits.
"St-stretch-... What do you mean?" he half wailed. But no answer came. Link suspected, but in his mind that wasn't going to happen. He had been sufficiently embarrassed. There was no need to add more to what had already been done.
But he heard rustle of clothing and soon enough something, firm, hard, hot, and big was pressing against his hole. He cried out when it pushed enough to pop in.
"Stop!! STOP PLEASE, STOP!!" he begged and cried and yelped when what felt like the biggest cock in the world relentlessly fucked him. The motions were fast paced and brutal and he could hear the slamming of hips, his mind detached enough that he couldn't fully process what was happening.
The thrusts were so vigorous that he was getting pushed and pulled through the dog hole, and, ironically, even if his whole body hurt from the pressure and the unnatural, forced angle, it was making him get loose from his trapped position.
"No more, no more!" Link begged and then he let out the lewdest of moans when that huge dick rubbed against his prostate on purpose. His legs shook and he felt a second orgasm approaching fast.
The man's balls were hitting Link's own as if to show off that even those were bigger than his. Not that Link took that kind of thing into consideration but right now anything was better to focus on than what was truly going on.
"Ngh~! You are such a good fuck, with your ass right here for me to take... Did you wait long until I found you? My, you must have been desperate for a good fuck," the man said, but Link's answers were only cries. Of shame. Of pain. Of pleasure.
Link was crying in agony when everything came to a standstill with a last, powerful thrust against his pained backside. He felt the humongous cock twitch and paint his insides white with come. Link laid lax there. It wasn't as if he could do much more than that.
"Asshole! Bastard!!" he yelled, half sobbing. The man just laughed and pulled out and Link yelped in pain. He then got another smack.
"That was good. Thank you. You have such a delicious ass." A hand squeezed him and he... Link just gave up. He was trapped, unable to move, and he just wanted that bastard to leave him alone.
"Fuck you!" he said, however. Anger bubbling up inside him. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"
"Oh, but you did." And then...
And then something collided with the wal and everything shook and even some rocks got loose. Link squealed. A second collision made him cough when dust filled the hole. A third and a fourth made everything move and then he was being pulled out.
His upped body was covered in scratches, some of them bleeding, and dust. He coughed, then gasped when a hand closed around his neck and lifted him, effectively cutting out his breathing.
Links hands shot up to grab at the forearm, and he winced in pain. He needed to gently stretch after having been trapped in that hole, but there was no time, he was getting strangled.
Link blinked and blinked, but the sudden light of the sun and all the dust that was still all over his face and hair were making it impossible for him to focus in who was doing all of this to him.
A cloth was rubbed all over his face.
"My, my... You aren't just a cute, delicious ass to fuck, but also have a pretty face. Let's taste this foul mouth of yours."
Lips sealed his without much more warning and even when he tried taking in air, it was almost impossible. His mouth was invaded by a tongue that explored him everywhere and Link tried to push him away. His eyes focused on those in front of him, closed at first, then suddenly open.
Yellow.
Cruel.
The kiss was broken.
"It was fun, little lamb. I might keep you with me... For now, I will leave you here. I hope we meet again."
The man opened his grip and Link felt to the ground, coughing. Through the corner of his eye, he managed to look at the thing that had been inside him moments before and he let out a dismayed sound. That had been inside him? Impossible! It was too big...
The man tucked himself back inside his own breeches and with a smirk he left Link there with some last, worrying words, "See you soon, little lamb. I will look forward to it."
Notes:
Damn! Too long for what I was thinking. And it feels rushed. xD
Chapter 8: Breeding
Notes:
My dearest friend Haku has graciously helped me today with my prompt because I had no idea of what to do with this hah! Since I cannot give her more kudos, I task you, reader, to go give them in my name. xD (Shameless request hahaha)
Alternate title: In which Link saves Hyrule by luring the beast into a frenzied craze of breeding.
Also this is SHORT AS HECK!
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8. Breeding
Link wondered... How long had he been like this? He was coming on and off of consciousness at this point. He could simultaneously feel and not feel at all his ass. His hole had been so stretched over by that huge, hard dick, that he wasn't sure he would be able to get it closed once -if- he was let go. Because if what seemed to be the last few hours -he had lost all sense of perception by now- as the true nature of him, Ganondorf had no plans on letting Link go soon... Or even get tired. He was, even now that the sun was setting, and all the squelching was the only other thing he could focus on besides the rough breathing of the beast. And it wasn't as if it was better, honestly. Not when he knew those sounds came from all the semen squirting out of his ass each time Ganondorf pushed in.
How many times had the Gerudo come already? Link was unsure, but he knew that a minimun of six.
As a warlock, Ganondorf had access to special kind of magic and Link wondered if he had used some to keep himself so hard for so long. His lower abdomen bulged with each thrust and flattened as soon as Ganondorf pulled back before ramming right back in, tearing pathetic moans out of his mouth.
"Keep moaning, that just motivates me more," the man breathed out and Link tried to bite down his own sounds but he was grabbed by his hair and hauled up so his mouth would be free. Ganondorf, still fucking him tirelessly, licked a stripe from the base of his neck to his jaw before forcing his head to the side and roughly kissed him. They both moaned into the kiss, and Ganondorf kept panting like an animal even against his lips. "Link... Ah~... I'm going... to keep NGH! fucking you... Until my seed. Takes. ROOT!!"
Ganondorf shouted as he came once again. Link squealed at the sensation.
What a ridiculous thing to say. Link was a man. He couldn't get pregnant.
"Wh-what? Wait... I... I am a man..." he protested weakly before he was thrown back again onto the bed and turned around so he had his back against the mattress this time. He could see Ganondorf now. He was panting, sweating, his hair was completely undone. He looked mad, eyes half unfocused. He was smirking, as if Link had said something stupid but amusing. He had also not pulled out yet. Link shuddered. Ganondorf slowly leaned down to whisper to his face, eyes trained of his, pupils dilating by the second.
"Then... I gues... there's no stopping," he said.
Link's protest died in his lips, swallowed by Ganondorf's demanding mouth.
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9. Stripping
It had been such a long day. Link ached all over and the only thing he wanted to do was take off his clothes, wash, get something fast for dinner and going to sleep.
As he stepped into his house, darkness greeted him. He had been thinking about getting a cat for a while now. Perhaps three so they could destroy his house and be happy together. Or a dog... Or even a fog. Someone something to greet him when he came home after a long day of working. He felt lonely.
Sighing, he walked towards his bedroom and not bothering liting a lamp, he unlaced his breeches and tugged at his shirt. He froze mid motion when he heard a creak at his back, tensing up.
"Don't stop now, it was starting to be good show," a deep voice came from the shadows. Link turned around and looked behind him. There, sitting on his armchair, reclined, relaxed, a man was looking at him, shrouded in darkness. Link could make out the shape of his face but what made him shiver was his bright, yellow eyes.
He was smirking.
Link never got a chance at escaping.
Notes:
The image was inspired by Odalisque. Darkness inside Link's dwelling, Ganondorf coming out of nowhere. Twilight Princess... xD
GO READ IT! 💖💖💖💖💖
Chapter 10: Praise Kink
Notes:
Chapter tags:
Alternate-Universe.
Power imbalance.
Nipple play.«Text between these quotes and in italics is thoughts».
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10. Praise Kink
With a grunt, Link left the last of the boxes in place, dusting his hands then rubbing them on his trousers, before drying the sweat from his forehead.
"That's the last of them, boss," he said, looking at the boxes while trying to come up with a way to pile them up in a better way. His train of thought was interrupted when his boss' hand fell onto his shoulder and he felt his beard tickling Link's earlobe.
"Well done, Link."
It lasted a couple of seconds, but it was enough to make him shiver. Well, it wasn't the hand, per se, but the voice.
"Sure, boss!" He nodded at the man, who nodded back and left to direct his other employees. And Link rushed away, feeling his dick growing hard.
He usually didn't do this. But if he wanted to keep his mind unoccupied by stray thoughts, he needed to do it, and do it now. So he found a secluded place for himself, took off his jacket and gloves and opened his fly. He took his t-shirt in his mouth, lifting it so if he had the bad luck of stain himself, it would at least be on his skin and not on his clothes.
Masturbating at work was a risk, but as long as he didn't get caught... And it wasn't as if he had a habit of doing so. Link leaned on the wall with one hand while he touched himself with the other, bitting hard into his tee, eyes closed in concentration. He conjured Ganondorf's rick, dark voice, whimpering quietly as he squeezed himself, thinking about all the times the man had said anything positive to him.
"What do we have here?" a familiar voice startled him. But instead of cutting short his arousement, it just fueled it. He shivered, embarrassed for having gotten caught, but just stayed put, unable to move at all.
"I... I'm sorry, boss..." he said, pathetically.
"No... No, you aren't," Ganondorf said, putting his hands on Link's hips. "So you can continue," he added, lips brushing against Link's earshell. The blonde shivered.
"This is highly inappropriate, boss," he whispered, gasping when he felt those hands pulling him so his back was resting against Ganondorf. Still, he complied, but got startled when Ganondorf grabbed his tee and pulled it up, holding it to Link's mouth.
"Bite it down, pretty boy, I didn't say you could speak." His voice was firm and it made Link shrivel a little, because it was colder than before. With a soft whimper, he opened his mouth and let it get stuffed by the fabric. "Now, continue... You were doing a good job, before," he breathed out against Link's neck.
He shuddered, moan muffled by his tee.
His hand started moving anew, and he almost let the tee fall out of his mouth in surprise when he felt Ganondorf's hands run up his exposed body until he reached his chest, where deft fingers started toying with pebbled up nipples. Link bit down hard on the fabric, leaning hard against Ganondorf's body.
He moaned, closing his eyes and frowning in concentration. He was so wet... His dick was constantly producing clear pre-come and Link smeared it all over it. He was glad he had followed Ganondorf's instructions on bitting down on his t-shirt, or else he would have been making some of the lewdest sounds a tad too loud.
Ganondorf's fingers rubbed and pinched his nipples, twirling and tugging at them. Link felt as if he was going to lose his mind. Then, Ganondorf pinched them hard and pulled on them in such a way that paired with Link's strokes he almost came.
"Good boy," his boss said. And that was enough to push him over the edge.
He came, hard, feeling his body contracting and tensing, the waves of pleasure overtaking him.
"Very good boy." He whimpered. "Now... For tomorrow, I expect to find you here, around the same hour, wearing a buttplug. I want you stretched open and ready," he commanded, and his voice, a bit cold and harsh, made Link shiver. "Get back to work now, Link, and don't forget to clean this mess before it."
As suddenly as he had arrived, Ganondorf left, taking with him his warm, hard body, leaving Link shivering, panting, cold... And with his clothes unkept.
"Yes, boss," he whispered while he regained his bearings.
The next day, Link avoided Ganondorf through his whole shift. As the hour of their supposed meeting arrived, he became more and more nervous. He knew that, realistically, morally and ethically, it was wrong of his boss to expect him to just engage in sexual acts, at work, with him. Who knew? Link could be potentially risking his job by not doing it, and if they got caught he would also be risking his position. Link would be fucked if he didn't go, and if he did... Well, he would get fucked.
He let out a shaky breath.
Ganondorf would fire him if he didn't go... And he needed the job. Goddamn!! He needed the job and-
Good boy.
Link bit his lips, shuddering. Just remembering it made his whole body tingle with unbridled want.
«But it's not ethical!!! I could get fired too if I get caught having sex at work with my boss and-»
Link bit on his hand. That thought was dangerously sexy, too. But he shouldn't go. He won't go. He was risking too much and if he got fired for not going he could always make a mess, asking for an indemnization and the like, right?... Right?
His eyes travelled to the nearest clock, looking at the hour. He was sweating bullets now... He wouldn't go. He wouldn't jeopardize his livelyhood, and for what? No, he would finish his shift and go home and would ignore his boss for the rest of the week.
0~0
The room was dark when he entered and seemed to be empty. He let out a shamy breath. No one inside, so he could leave. If Ganondorf wanted to protest later, Link could use the excuse that he went and there wasn't a soul there. He was turning to leave when:
"You came..." his voice froze Link in his spot. A hot hand landed on his shoulder and travelled down his back until it reached his ass and squeezed. Link gasped.
"B-boss... I... I don't think-"
"Good boy," it was merely a whisper but it was enough to make his knees shake like jell-o. His pants were pulled down as soon as his belt was unbuckled. Exploring fingers found themselves between his cheeks, finding the base of the plug. Link inhaled sharply. "Very good boy."
It wasn't until hours later that he left that room.
Chapter 11: Pet Play
Notes:
There's "kinda bondage" but I'm not sure it is or it isn't so...
Tags for the chapter:
Alienation of self.
Bondage (kind of).
Chapter Text
11. Pet play
He was sitting on that cushion again, near the throne. He did not look up, his face turned downwards, his back straight as always, and his legs flung sideways. He looked miserable and that alone was enough for Nabooru to want to help him. But she couldn't, really.
There was a cough and then the king was announced. Nabooru's eyes kept focused on the blonde Hylian. He wore delicate lace to cover his body but... The shape of his... Clothes, if they could get called that, was such that left little to the imagination.
The Hylian boy lifted his head for a second, eyes finding the Gerudo king, and Nabooru saw it before he turned his face back down: his pupils had dilated with want, and his cheeks had turned pink. He had bitten his lips.
Nabooru frowned before turning to look at her king and bow as he passed by until he sat at his throne.
"Now, we may commence today's meeting," the king's low, rumbling voice announced as his hand found the Hylian's head and he pushed against the hand, much like a needy cat would do. His eyes were closed, mouth slightly agape, the pink intensified on his cheeks. "Ah, I apologise for this. My pet was feeling a bit down so I decided to bring it here today. Do not worry about it, it knows not to be disruptive, right, Link?"
The Hylian just made some sort of sound, then nodded, looking up at the king with such adoration that Nabooru... She had to look away. It was making her stomach turn.
For a couple of moments, no one spoke, until one rose their first concern: the water supplies. After that, everyone forgot about the king's pet... Except Nabooru, who couldn't help but send a glance or two from time to time.
The last one, he saw the "pet" leaning his head on Ganondorf's thigh.
Chapter 12: Costumes
Notes:
I think of this one as spooky. But you can think of it as whatever you want.
Edit to add: Thanks to Hakvrei for kindly reminding me that it is "tights" and not "thighs" lol.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
12. Costumes
He looked ridiculous, and he felt stupid wearing that. But he had promised he would wear that stupid thing to the party. It just made him feel weird. The fabric was too light for the cold night and it would be unbearably hot inside the venue of the party, making him sweat a lot. And if he went outside to get a little bit of cold air, he would freeze over. That's what he had told Zelda. And she had brushed it off.
And here he was, right outside, sweating, and shivering. The night was illuminated by the round moon. He felt vindictive, however, and he would stay out until he got sick so he could rub it on her face. Because he was also very stupid.
He looked down at the gardens, leaning with both arms on the stone rail. There was movement. He frowned, looked back into the party where everyone seemed to be oblivious as to where he was, then back to the garden. He saw movement on the bushes, closer. And then the wind carried a sound.
It was a warning, Link thought.
Now, he had two options: return to the party or go investigate, as ill equipped as he was.
And, as previously stated, Link was stupid. So he took one of the lamps and went down the stairs so he could reach the gardens. Even if the moonlight was illuminating his path, where it cast shadows was pitch back and Link's didn't know what lurked there, so he ignited the flame of the lamp and walked right into the garden maze.
He shivered the more he got into it, as the temperature dropped. His hands were hurting from the cold now and when he couldn't find anything, Link decided to go back, take off this ridiculous thin tunic and tights and put on real clothing before just going to sleep. Screw Zelda and he protocols. And screw his plan to get back at her by getting ill.
He turned around and as soon as he did something snuffed out the light on his lamp and right in front of him he could only see a dark shape and very bright yellow eyes.
Before he could yell a massive hand covered his mouth.
The next morning, Zelda's search party only found the tattered costume and a broken lamp.
Notes:
Link is supposed to be wearing a knockoff of the green tunic and white tights that he usually wears made out of shiny poliester xD
Chapter 13: Heartbeat
Chapter Text
13. Heartbeat
It was loud. Encompassed. Firm. It consumed him.
Accompanied by a steady breathing, it marked the rhythm.
Instead of letting it trap his self completely, Link tried to take a deep breath and to break out of it. But couldn't. He was trapped inside his own body. Frozen. His eyes were half open and he could see in the dim light of his bedroom. And he could hear the hearbeat. Loud, encompassed, firm, all consuming. There was a shadow on the far corner. The shape was big and it was making his body feel hot from the heart out. But the heartbeat was kept the same, even when he felt the need to leave. To escape. He was scared, chained, unable to defend himself.
The shadow took a silent step closer and Link felt... Nothing except dread. His limbs were heavy, and his breathing was even.
Another step. The heartbeat could be heard louder now.
When the thing took a third step Link managed to make the faintest sound. After that, it was as if a spell was broken. With a lot of effort, he groggily tore himself from the bed and stumbled to the open door, down the hallway and into the living room, where light was lit and he saw... The shadow. Right there. But just lit by the fireplace.
The man looked at him and smirked.
Link could hear that steady heartbeat once again. He was wrong. It hadn't been his own. It had been... His.
"I know you can hear it... Only those who can are welcome to my side," he said, smirking. His red hair shone under the orange glow of the fire but then the light was snuffed out and a hand was extended to him. Link could only see the shape of the hand coming from the darkness. The only thing that got sillouetted by the moonlight that bleed into the room through the window. "Come..."
Link's steps, even feeble as they were, marched by the rhythm of the heartbeat.
"Welcome... My bride..."
Notes:
So like... Ganondorf is the Demon King... And Link found himself in the clutches of a Paralysis' Demon... But not any demon... The KING of them all.
Chapter 14: Orgasm denial
Notes:
Chapter's Tags:
Dom/Sub undertones.
Implied BDSM
Chapter Text
14. Orgasm denial
It was a punishment.
Intellectually speaking, he knew it was a punishment. He had misbehaved and now his master was teaching him a lesson. But his brain was kind of mushy at the moment and so it refused to really comprehend why. Instead, his brain was being bratty about it all.
Link shuddered when he approached his orgasm, again. And then the cock ring did its job, again. He didn't come. He was brought right to the edge but never allowed to feel release. He wanted to beg, but he had been put on a ring that kept his mouth open, drooling, and the only good thing his mouth was good for at the moment was for taking master's cock in and drink his seed.
"Now... Seems to me like you almost got there this las time. Need I remind you of your punishment?"
Link shook his head, hair falling onto his face, covering it until a massive hand reached over and pulled it all back in that bun that master seemed to love.
"Good boy. Now... I'm going to fuck you again and you better not come, understood? You are not allowed to until tomorrow. And only by my hand," he was instructed. Link whined instantly. "Now, now... You did something wrong and these are the consequences. You take your punishment as a good boy for me, and tomorrow you will have a good time. Is that understood? Nod if you understand."
Link nodded. More drool slipped down his chin as master made a sound that could have been annoyed or pleased. He couldn't know. His brain wasn't working at the moment. His only thought was to please master.
At the feel of that huge, thick dick, Link shivered, whining once again. Through the corner of his eye, he could almost see master's face. He was smiling as he guided his cock to Link's entrance, red hair spilling out his golden hair ornaments.
Gorgeous.
Cruel.
Link almost cried when he was, once again, brought to the edge, and stopped short of reaching its peak.
Chapter 15: Non-Con
Notes:
I was having trouble writing this and talking with Haku about how I wasn't sure on how to proceed she gave me a brilliant idea.
Thank you, dear.
Chapter Text
15. Non-Con
It was just a brush of hands. It was just that. It was nothing. But everytime he passed something to Ganondorf, be it a quill, more paper, new ink... It didn't matter, the scribble's big hands always managed to brush against Link's. Their fingers shortly grazing each other. It was nothing at all, but it made Link feel uncomfortable. Verily so. And then, one day, it felt more intentional than ever. It made Link freeze on the spot, looking at the man sitting behind his desk, filled with paperwork, the sun filtered through the coloured panes of the window. He looked more important than the king himself, even when he was in a less impressive chair. Still, Link felt himself intimidated and... They were alone, completely alone in his office.
"Will that be all, Lord Dragmire?"
"Yes, you may leave for now. I will call if I need something else."
Link bowed and left.
Once outside, he let out the breath he hadn't realise he had been holding on. Link hoped that this was the last time he was called for the day, and with that on mind, he walked to the trolley and started gathering the abandoned books around the tables to put them back in place.
Some hours later, he was on his desk, writing his own notes and letters, asking for more funds for the library when the orb on top shone blue. Link paled. That meant that the royal scribble was calling for him again. Resigned, he got up and walked to the private office.
Outside, night had already fallen, but the library was well lit.
Link knocked on the door and was bid entranced.
"Lord Dragmire."
"Ah, Link. Could you look for these books for me?"
Link bowed, taking the piece of paper offered to him with the titles written on it.
"Certainly."
He was swift in his search and soon enough he had everything gathered. With a deep sigh, he rolled the trolley back to the office. Only twenty minutes more and his shift would be done and he could go home. The night shift was for some new hire he had yet to meet, and he hoped they were eager to start working so they could spend his remainder of time together.
Because the library was empty now.
And it was only him and Lord Dragmire.
Link repressed a shudder before knocking onto the door.
He walked in and started arranging the books for the man when he reached for one. Specifically the one in his hand. Link gasped, almost releasing the book.
Lord Dragmire took the book and put it away, while with his other hand, he held Link's. His thumb was caressing the back of his hand. Link couldn't process what was going on, his eyes focused on his hand. A soft chuckle made him snap his head up and look at Lord Dragmire's face. He now was massaging Link's hand with both of his.
"I must admit... I didn't know you would have such soft, delicate hands," he said, looking fondly at him. Link felt nauseous, and tried to recover his hand, pulling, to no avail.
Delicate my ass! he thought, as his tugging became more insistent. His hands were rough and calloused, testimony of a life spent working with them. That now he was working at the library, didn't mean he had "soft, delicate hands". In fact, Lord Dragmire's hands felt... Also calloused and strong.
Right, he was a warrior, not only the king's scribble.
"Lord Dragmire, please, I don't like that. Release me..." he mumbled, weakly.
His words and actions only resulted in the man gripping him harder, almost painfully so.
"And how, pray tell, are you going to make me?" the man asked, full of arrogance, hands gripping him, one of them even daring to go up his arm.
Link never had the time to answer, as someone called for him by the front desk. That was enough to make the lord release him and Link ran.
He felt dirty.
He felt nauseated.
He needed to go home and wash his hand and burn his shirt.
He...
He needed to get clean.
Chapter 16: Public
Notes:
Chapter's tags:
Dubious consent
Public sex
Molestation
Intercrural
Alternate Universe - Modern Setting
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
16. Public
It was just another normal commute home. The train wasn't packed per se, but you would inevitably end up brushing against other passengers if you were to try and move. Link didn't mind where he was, though, since he could look out the window of the doors and since these were on the inward tracks, they would't open when the train stopped, which was ideal for him, as he wouldn't have to move to let people in and out.
He focused on the scenery outside, how the sunlight bathed the buildings. At this time of the year, it was still day out. Though Link didn't mind it when he caught the sundown on his comute home either. Both were impressive to his eyes. So focused was he that when something brushed against his ass, he didn't even pay attention to it. After all, it wasn't uncommon for backpacks or other people to brush against each other in the train.
But the feeling didn't let up, no. In fact, it kept going. It became more tangible, firm. Then, a squeeze. Link almost squealed in surprise.
"Oi, cut it out, mate!" he exclaimed in an strangled voice. The squeeze continued and then he felt a hot, damp breath on the back of his neck followed by a firm, clear word.
"No."
It was a cheeky voice, commanding, sure of itself. The asshole groping him was so sure he could do whatever he pleased and go about his business unpunished. Well he had gone and fucked it up because Link was going to yell right there and then. He wasn't afraid of making a scene. But as he took a deep inhale a massive hand covered the lower half of his face, effectively shutting him up. Still, he tried his best to make a sound or two. To no avail, it seemed. That had was not only big and strong, but sturdy too. Anything he tried was muffled, plus the ambience noise inside the train, he wasn't heard.
Link was trapped now. He couldn't escape. The bastard touching him was too big, and covering Link, cowering him against the doors.
But he wouldn't give up just like that. Oh no. He was going to fight! And thus, Link kicked back. This earned him a curse and the hand stopping touching his ass. But the man didn't release him so Link tried to bite down. Scratching was out of question since he had blunt, short nails. That didn't work, however, and he suddenly found himself in a worse situation: the man managed to unbuckle his belt and popped off the buttons of his jeans. He didn't pull them down all the way, but he also dragged down his underwear and even when Link tried to swat that hand away, the man only grunted in dissatisfaction.
Soon enough, he felt something between his legs.
"Press your thighs together, pretty boy, or I'll use a different tightness for my release," he man whispered to him, before licking his earshell. It made Link shiver. He knew what the man was referring to. And no, thanks, he wasn't interested in getting his ass opened by a stranger, so he did as commanded, pressing his legs together and holy Hylia! That man was packing! He felt a different kind of shiver run up and down his body. The man started moving and Link felt that humongous cock brushing against his own nether parts and that... That made him moan. He froze for a second. Then he let himself go, taking advantage of the hand covering his mouth.
"Ah, so now you feel like behaving, hmm? What... Do you like this?"
This bastard... The worst part was that he was right... Link decided to give the cocky bastart a hand. A literal hand. He put one hand in place and started touching the head of that big dick, and massaged it. Then man bit him on the neck to muffle his own groans. Ha! Serves him right. But that only made Link feel even more horny. He was also feeling like a pit was in his stomach. He was letting a complete stranger do these kind of distasteful things to him... In a train!!! And it was packed! Anyone could notice, at any given moment. And for some reason all of that only made Link weak to the knees. He embarrasibly came, staining the door. As a result, he clamped his legs together as his body spasmed. The man groaned against his neck and then more come was splashed on the door. Link wasn't let go yet.
"This was a fun time, pretty boy. I hope to find you nest time too," the asshole said, kissing over where it burnt on his neck. Link was sure that he would have his teeth mark on his skin for at least three days... "If you ever want to find me, I'm Ganondorf."
Such an arrogant assholish bastard, that Ganondorf.
Moments later, he was let go and Link rushed to get his clothes fixed. The train came to the next station and for the first time ever, Link rushed to get out of it, even if it was the wrong stop. His rushed moves were accompanied by that bastard's chuckle.
"Fuck you," he mumbled once on the platform. A soft breeze caressed him, making him shiver when he felt the wet spot on his neck. Link rubbed it dry.
"Why don't you fuck me yourself?" came as an answer to his previous statement. A heavy hand fell on his shoulder. Link looked at the man. Tall, arrogant, handsome, and smirking like the cat that got the cream, sun shining down on his red hair.
Link froze in place.
Notes:
I am half asleep. Any error is caused by that and because I rushed to get this one done lmao. I'm falling soooo much behind hahaha.
Chapter 17: Fisting
Summary:
Chapter's Tags:
Dubious consent
Sexual coercion
Manipulation
Belly bulge
Chapter Text
17. Fisting
"It's impossible."
"You just relax."
"That's easy for you to say..."
"It was not me who insisted on this, though."
Link looked at Ganondorf, glaring.
"Well, I didn't think things through! I had kind of forgotten that your hands aren't exactly average sized."
Ganondorf stopped moving his hand, exasperated. Link froze for a second.
"Should we stop?"
"... No..."
Ganondorf sighed and Link felt bad again because he was whining so much even after he had pestered Ganondorf to try this. Ganondorf had so much patience... He started moving his fingers again and Link panted, closing his eyes as hard as he could.
"Link... Relax."
"I can't... It's too much."
"Link, you have taken my dick, multiple times already. I have only put in three fingers. You have taken bigger. So, relax!"
Ganondorf was getting angry, and Link was getting scared. And when Link got scared, he always ended up talking too much.
"Well... Sorry for having such a delicate asshole. I cannot relax because you are being too forceful and making me nervous, asshole!"
Ganondorf not only stopped. He pulled his hand away and Link gasped, surprised. Before he could react, Ganondorf was banging the bedroom door closed from outside.
Link sat up, eyes bulging, looking at the closed door. His lower lip started to tremble as big, far tears filled his eyes. He didn't even take a blanket, he just ran out and down stairs. He hadn't heard the main door so he must still be inside and-
"Ganondorf!" he almost yelled, calling for him. Link found him in the kitchen, leaning on the counter and giving him his back. "... Ganondorf?"
"... That hurt, Link."
"I'm sorry..."
"No, you are not. You are always like this. Whenever we do something you are afraid of, but want to do, you relay on me but also insult me at the drop of a hat... Link, do you even like me?"
The man turned around, he was frowning. He was collected and calm and Link felt his stomach become a bottomless pit, tears falling down his cheeks.
"Y-yes... Yes, yes. I like you. Please..."
"Please?"
"I... Let's... Let's go back? Please, stay the night... I..." He started sobbing, but he hovered near the door, unsure on whether to enter or stay out. To come closer to Ganondorf or give him space. He shivered. His body was completely bare, while Ganondorf had only unbuttoned a couple of buttons of his shirt. He was, otherwise, completely clothed.
"What for? So you can go back to whining and bemoaning that it hurts, that I am a horrible person? It wasn't me who begged for this, Link. You spent weeks telling me all about this. Everything you found while researching to convince me to fuck you with my hand. And for what? To get cold feet and even insult me. I don't know, Link. I don'g feel very much liked..."
"NO! No... I'm sorry, I was just scared, please. I'm so sorry. I mean... I like you, Ganondorf. I would never let anyone do this to me unless I liked them. Please, please...," he begged, extending one trembling hand as more tears fell and even his nose started running. He mist have been looking horrible. Link was sure Ganondorf would just walk out the door and abandon him. The redhead sighed and Link felt his heart stopping. This was it. Ganondorf was leaving him.
"Link... I... Okay... Okay, let's go back." Link smiled hopefully and Ganondorf walked towards him, taking his hand. "You are cold... Link, you should have taken something to cover yourself with," Ganondorf chastises him. But Link didn't care because he was staying.
"I... I didn't have time," he said, letting out a pathetic giggle. He had been more worried about Ganondorf leaving than covering himself. Ganondorf shook his head, perhaps tired of Link's antics. They walked back into his room and Link laid down again and Ganondorf took the lubricant. They went back into it.
Ganondorf couldn't almost hide his glee. He wanted to laugh like a maniac. As predicted, Link had came rushing after him when he left. And he had been begging him. The poor little thing thought it had been his own idea, but in truth, Ganondorf had spent months preparing for this. Ever since he got the mental image of seeing his hand disappearing inside Link's ass, he had carefully planned everything. First, he had infected Link's feed with stuff about kinks. Light things at first. Link was a curious little thing, so he would have searched for more and more. Ganondorf had been messing with the algorythms in his devices so it would show him what he wanted Link to watch. Then, he had mentioned once or twice wanting to try new, exciting things in bed. Lastly, he had waited until the right moment to "catch" Link watching or researching specifically about fisting, and asked him what was all that about. As predicted, Link had become a furious red, while fumbling with his words, until he had confessed to be interested in trying it.
And now... After so long, he was finally seeing his plan come to fruition. And as he had thought, his boy looked so, so beautiful, gasping for hair, a furious rubour on his cheeks, eyes half unfocused, and whole body shaking in pleasure. He was positively gorgeous. He had come a couple of times, untouched, already. But the best part was that he could push his hand up in an angle and see the bulge appear in Link's lower belly. That also made him moan and groan and cry, and beg for more.
Ganondorf really wanted to laugh.
His precious boy was really a little freak.
His little freak.
Chapter 18: Spanking
Notes:
Chapter Tags:
Non-sexual spanking
Mid-violence
Death of minor character
Blood
Chapter Text
18. Spanking
Link had always prided himself on being quite athletic. Nimble, fast, with good reflex, strong enough, but the corporal said he needed to train his hearing, and as a prank, because everyone knew this was a prank, he was told to get into the old temple, to practise. He would have to go to the round room and get at the center, cover his eyes with a blindfold and listen. He had to try and focus on every single sound and to discern what it was.
Link, of course, knew the other members of their group, plus the corporal, would be there, laying in waiting to "attack" him from every angle with wooden swords. The idea was to give Link a "rite of passage" of sorts. At eighteen, being the youngest member made him the perfect target for pranks, but he also knew they wouldn't just try to beat him up. Instead, their aim was to make him fall and move far away from the center while he protected himself –or tried to do so– and claim the spot for themselves. How long Link stood his ground would be the measure to his success on the exercise or his failure.
Failing wasn't that bad, anyways. He would just have to have cooking duties for the remainder of the quarter, and he didn't mind.
The only thing was... The old temple was surrounded by woods, and even if the path had been cleared and widened, making it easy to go to and from it, stories got whispered in reverence or fear. They said the place had been built centuries ago, and that it was no temple, but a landmark of where a creature beyond imaginable horrors laid trapped by a hero of old. The tale was such, that people wasn't sure if it was just a legend or something made up to scare children so they wouldn't get hurt.
Certainly, being there, with his eyes covered and only relying on his hearing and footwork was unnerving. Link could swear he could feel something strange there. A cold breeze that didn't match with the season. But then again, an old temple like this, made out of stone? It was bound to be cold. He was just getting too paranoid from the tales.
He heard a boot to his right, so he prepared his shield and soon enough he received the first hit. It landed on his leg. Link muttered a curse. It wasn't that hard of a hit, but a wooden sword still hurt. And he had misjudged they would go for his neck instead, so he left his lower half unprotected. He heart someone tsking.
Another swing of the blade, he could hear it cutting through the air, and this time, pivoting on his spot, he managed to parry with his shield. Someone gasped and he heard a "nice" being muttered. Link grinned. Then, more hits began to come.
It was difficult to parry and attack back like this, but as time passed he could hear and predict better and better. He let out a little chuckle when one of them hit him with the flat of the sword on his bum. The chuckle echoed and he recognised some of his colleagues chuckling too.
From then on, it was a matter of trying to also protect his ass, because now it seemed they were all focused on spanking him with their respective swords.
The rustle of fabric, the constant wet noises through the temple, the occasional giggles and chuckles, it all mixed up. And he should have been focusing on separating those sounds from one another, but he couldn't. He started laughing when no matter what he did, he got attacked from the front and seconds later from behind. If he hadn't been wearing his uniform, Link was sure he would have had a worse time withstanding the onslaught. And even then, he knew wouldn't be able to sit for a while. The bastards.
And he didn't notice.
As they played. Link never noticed. One by one, the swords starting to recede. But he couldn't have noticed, because the attacks had become more precise and he needed to focus on the foe who was training with him. He was so good, that he must have been the corporal.
The frustrating thing was, even when Link parried and evaded attacks, the corporal was fast enough to move around him and hit him with the flat of his sword. On the ass. Hard. Harder every time Link failed to properly defend himself. The boy grunted.
The cold breeze came back.
Link heard a chuckle he didn't recognise.
"You are very good... You have been fighting me handicapped for a while now..."
It was definitely not the corporal. Link faltered and walked backwards, away from the voice, panting both from exertion and adrenaline. What was going on? Who was that? Was this part of the exam? He didn't care if he failed. He needed to see now.
Fumbling to get his blindfold off, and still walking backwards, he tripped on something soft yet firm and fell on his already castigated bum with a yelp. Link yanked the blindfold from his eyes and looked.
Right in front of him was a spectre. A creature filled with malice, massive and imposing. It was wearing a black armour, and it had muted red hair, as if the color had faded with time. Link balked.
He looked around himself and found that the thing that had tripped him was the corporal, who laid in a pool of his own blood, still alive, but rapidly dying. His throat had been sliced.
All around the room, the bodies of his colleagues and friends laid. Blood was everywhere on the floor. Link's eyes went back to the man in the center, his sword was drawn and... And blood stained the metal.
"Well met, hero. We meed again," the main said, taking one step towards Link. "I suppose you didn't know, seeing as how young you are. This..." He made a wide motion with his hand. "Is my place of resting. And you... Awoke me. Now... Come and share my tomb with me."
The spectre lounged and Link gripped his sword and shield, eyes terrified when he saw the face half melted by decay and decomposition.
Chapter 19: Uniform
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
19. Uniform
The tight white shorts left nothing to the imagination, but were comfortable enough to run fast and long. The matching tanktop was also of good material, and it was perfect for helping with perspiration. Looking at himself on the mirror, Link adjusted his cap. He was, as of today, a postman. His parents had looked at him as if he was missing a screw when he told them he wanted to be a postman, after showing so much promise in being a warrior. Link's use of the sword was unparalleled and he had gotten praise all his life for that, but ever since he was a child he had wanted to be a postman.
And now... Now his long desired dream had become true. And it seemed like Link wasn't going to be the only new hire. Apparently the post office had hired a man with lots of experience in delivery. Link couldn't wait to meet his new colleagues.
When he left the locker room and went to the conference room, it was already filled, but no one took notice on him, and thank Hylia, because he froze on the spot.
Among the other postmen one stood out the most. It was a tall, very muscular man. The shorts looked so tight on him that his ass was like a piece of art, not to mention the front where one could perfectly well see the bulge. Link felt his heart rabbiting in his ribcage, salivating at the sight. And those legs... Link was going to faint. The quads were so defined you could clearly see them and there was body hair all over them.
Link's eyes bulged on his skull when he noticed the tanktop. On that man, it was holding for dear life! It was so stretched over the man's chest and abdomen, it was a miracle it hadn't ripped yet. And what a chest!! Just as the legs, the chest and arms were covered in red body hair.
Link felt himself blush and was so grateful that no one was taking notice on him but on the red-head man... Because if anyone asked him anything, Link knew he wouldn't be able to answer. His brain had become mush.
"Well, it seems we are all here. Now, we have two new hires today. Link, Ganondorf, please step up."
It took a bit longer to process those words, but when he did, Link rushed to the front, almost squealing when the huge man, Ganondorf, also stepped up. Gracious Hylia protect him from embarrassing himself on his first day!
Notes:
Ganondorf is a bear here xD
So, I saw a funny fancomic in which Ganondorf was wearing the postman uniform...
Chapter 20: Mind Control
Notes:
Chapter's Notes:
Mild violence
Implied murder
Major Character Death (off screen)
DehumanizationSwitching point of view
Normal Text: Ganondorf POV
Italics: Link's POV and his memories.
Chapter Text
20. Mind Control
It had become a chore. Quite boring, to be honest. It was also time consuming. He had gotten tired of having to keep the spell up and the boy in good shape. Right now, as he looked through the bars into the cell, he had a sneer in his face. The boy laid on the cot, looking up at the ceiling without moving. It seemed that he wasn't even breathing. Ganondorf sighed. What a stupidly difficult pet.
"Breathe," he commanded, and then he could hear the pet now breathing. "Stupid thing... Do I have to command you for everything?"
"If you wish, my lord," was the answer to a fucking rethoric question. The worst part was how the boy answered. Apathetic, as if he didn't have any will. And he didn't. Ganondorf had had to erode it out of him little by little for the period of a year and it had been fun, seeing how much he fought against his spell to set himself free from his clutches. But now? Now he was almost just a shell.
"It was a rethoric question. Do not answer those. Now, tell me, do you require nourishment? Are you hungry?"
There was a long pause until the boy answered, "It seems I would benefit from eating."
Ganondorf sighed, rubbing his forehead. He was tempted to release his mind, just a little, but he had seen from the last time he sent his pet alone on a mission, that even if he was so weak, it would be able to break out from the spell. But at this point, he would even have to order it to blink. Din's Fire, he had had to just tell it to breathe a couple of moments ago. It was so taxing. Should he just kill it off? But it was still quite useful, and Ganondorf had grown fond of the boy.
"Alright, you will get food shortly. I expect you to finish it all, and in case some of it doesn't sit well with you, to not eat that. Understood? You need food, but do not push it if it'll make you ill." Goddesses forbid it. But if the boy got food poisoning, he would really have to release the spell completely until he healed. And building it back up would take time. Such a nuisance.
Food... Food. He had to breathe, and eat food. He had to answer to master. He had to follow in his commands but...
"Link, please! I know this is not you. Stop!"
He advanced, unfeeling, weapon drawn and pointed at the woman. She was begging. She was calling him names... Names he had know... Once upon a time. But master had told him he needed to rid the world of her. She was a pest, a blight infecting them all. He had to purge her.
"Link, Link! Listen to me!!"
Unexpectedly, she fought back. But Link recovered and charged. She was yelling at him. There was blood -either his or hers- and she was pleading him to come back. Where to? To his cell? At master's feet? She was making no sense.
Ganondorf brought the food back himself in the end. He couldn't really let anyone close to his pet. After all, he was the one in charge of it. But something was amiss. When he entered back into the holding cell corridor, he saw his pet on its knees, grabbing its head. There was vomit on the floor. Ganondorf sighed. It was having another spell, wasn't it? He set the tray down on the table by the other side and walked to the holding cell. Putting his hand on the lock, the door opened and he walked in, looking down on the poor thing. It was shivering and whimpering in pain.
"What is it?" he commanded the answer.
"Hurts... Hurts! Master... She... She wants... Master!!"
Ganondorf sighed, rolling his eyes before kneeling down and putting a hand on top the boy's head. That should have calmed it enough but... It didn't. His pet was now glaring up at him, tears of rage sliding down his face.
"I will kill you! How dare you do this to me. To HER!" he barked back. Ganondorf, surprised, didn't fight back when his pet pushed against him, making him lose his balance for a couple of seconds. Instead of fighting him, his pet did a pretty intelligent move: he rushed to the open door. But the other one. The wooden one that gave way to the corridor that would lead to the stairs? That one was still locked. And Link realised it promptly. He spun on his heels and rushed to the tray where he got the knife and then turned to Ganondorf. He hadn't moved much, though, just looking at his little toy move around on his own. Finally. Finally it was doing something!
"What are you going to do, boy?"
"Please, please, Link! Stop!!"
The boy shook his head, as if trying to clear it from something.
"You... I will end you!" he said, venom filling his words. Ganondorf bellowed a laughter. It was cruel, and amused.
"And how will you do it?"
There was blood. His or hers. He was injured and so was she. The point of his weapon was sinking onto the flesh of her chest. She was fighting but she couldn't best him.
"Stop, Link!! Listen to me! I am Zelda. I am Zelda!! He is poisoning your mind!! Link!! Come back!"
Link was panting, sneering and glaring at Ganondorf, tears of rage still going down.
"You... She... Is... Is she..."
"Dead?" he finished for his pet, getting up and walking calmly towards him. His poor pet's hand was shaking. "What do you think, Link? Did you do a good job? Are you good in doing my bidding? Answer me, pet."
"This is a nightmare! This... This cannot be real... You... You forced me to...!!" Then he yelled. It was a gut wrenching yell, as if trying to let out all the pain, shame, fear, rage that was filling him. The knife fell down, as did his pet, hugging himself and crying inconsolably and shaking. Ganondorf smiled. This was fun. Finally! Something to do. But... If he let his pet like this, it would break. So he decided to be merciful and kneeling once again, he put one hand on his shoulder and the other on his head. This time, reinforcing the spell did the trick and Link's shaking, tears and cries stopped instantly. He was once again apathetic.
"Tell me, pet. Are you hungry?"
"... Yes... Master..."
"Good. Do you require me to feed you or can you do it yourself?"
"I... Can... Master..."
"Brilliant. Then, get to it."
He patted Link on the head and he could see an empty smile on his half dead expression. There was also one stray tear that hung from his lashes before falling down, reaching that smile.
"Thank you... Master..."
"Link, LINK!!! Stop, STOP!! HE IS MANIPULATING YOU!!! COME BACK, LINK. SEE ME!! I'M ZELDA, I'M ZELDA!!!"
Chapter 21: Panties/lingerie (Stuck in Wall coninuation)
Notes:
Chapter's Tags:
Past Rape/non-con mentioned
Dubious consent
Internalized victim blaming
Semi-public sex
Oral sex
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
21. Panties/ Lingerie
Even after more than two months had passed, Link still was cautious when exploring and now he always would look over his shoulder. Yellow eyes... They kept haunting him. He shuddered. Tears flooded his eyes and shame colored his face whenever he mildly thought about what had happened. He had tried not to think about it being his own fault but how could he not when he had been the stupid enough one to get stuck in that stupid hole too small for a man his size to enter? He hadn't told anyone about it, either, feeling so, so ashamed. He, an accomplished soldier, getting... getting... Yeah, no, it had been his fault for leaving himself so unprotected.
He was also frustrated. Very much so. So he just decided to take a walk around town with the intention of getting his mind out off that event and relax a little. Apparently, there was going to be important guests coming to Castle Town and all the guards and soldiers had been quite busy tightening the security and getting ready for any eventuality and today, luckily for him, was his day off. What was unlucky, was that he had too much time on his hand in his day off and he hated that. Because then he would go back and relive that stupid day. He felt so ambivalent about that because his body had really reacted to everything that had been done to him and at the end of the day, he hadn't really been hurt, right? The most he had gotten were some bruises and scratches from the doghole and not from that man's actions. Granted, he had felt a bit uncomfortable walking later and sitting had been a challenge for some hours but... But he hadn't bleed from... there. And, and, he had enjoyed it so... Had it been all that bad? Biting his nails, he walked down the cobblestone's street. It was busting with life and movement as he bypassed the crowd.
Seeing everyone busy with their purchases, people taking strolls with friends, family or lovers, errand boys getting groceries... It made him smile. And his shoulders relaxed. There was a spring in his step. And he didn't feel like looking over his shoulder, fearing to find those eyes looking at him from the crowd. As he was walking, his feet took him to a special kind of shop. Just window shopping wasn't enough now and he blushed a little when he saw all the lace laid on the window of the store. Taking a deep breath he entered and just a little over twenty minutes later, he was out with his purchase in hand. He rushed back home to try it on and look at himself in the mirror.
Before putting it on, Link decided to take a quick shower and wash his hair, too. He then washed his purchased items and hung them to dry near the fireplace, but not close enough they would smell like smoke. And just to make sure that wouldn't happen, he added some scented wood to the fire. This purchase, the stroll, and the excitement of wearing his new clothing had helped him improve his mood. It took about half an hour for it all to dry completely and he was quite happy with it.
Quickly, Link slid on the stockings, bringing them up to his mid thighs. They were made of black lace and ended up with such a beautiful silky edge with a soft ribbon. Then, he put on the panties –also lace with a similar pattern to them, but they were tied up on one side with a cute ribbon instead of sewn together. They were somewhat risqué, as they had less fabric on the back than on the front and one sides was almost only a decorated string but... When he looked in the mirror, Link gasped, feeling the prettiest he had ever felt. Then the spell was broken when one of the stockings started sliding down his leg. Right, he had forgotten the garter. He took the soft belt and put it around his narrow waist and then attached the ends to the stockings. Now, the look was complete. He felt like he was going to cry. He felt so pretty, and so good, and he needed to show off but... But how? To whom? He couldn't exactly go around virtually naked and ask his friends if they liked it, right? However... He put back on his white tights, a simple green tunic -no undershirt today- and a belt.
His undergarments couldn't be seen through his clothes, but he could feel them and that made him feel... so good...
This all was making him so excited to go out again. Looking out the window, he saw that there was still enough light outside so he got his satchel and walked out again. He was feeling bold, sexy, confident. He wasn't afraid of yellow eyes, nor that cruel laughter, nor that stupidly expert tongue. Nope! He was feeling fine. And as such, he walked around Castle Town with a big smile on his face.
All was going well until he was suddenly grabbed by his arm and yanked away into an alley, then deep within and then backed onto the wall. He huffed. He was baffled.
"Wh-wha-!"
"We meet again, little lamb," a voice, that voice, said, far too close to him. Link's eyes bulged as he looked up and up and up and found the giant man from those months ago, his eyes bore down onto him and suddenly Link felt very, very uncomfortable in his new clothing, even if it was underneath his tunic and tights. "Did you miss me? I missed you. So much."
Link's lower lip started trembling as tears welled up into his eyes. He was frozen to the spot. Was this man going to... to do the same to him now? He didn't want to. He needed to escape. Now! His eyes looked around him and towards the entrance of the alley. He wanted to escape. Now. But his body froze once again, and he gasped in horror when he felt his fingers clamping onto his chin to turn his face up.
"No, little lamb, look at me. Tell me, have you missed me?"
This... This absolute piece of shit!
"N-no..." he managed to whisper as he frowned and pressed his lips into a fine line of disapproval. "If I never saw you again, that would still be too soon."
"Ah... You wound me, lit-"
"Shut your crap! I don't wound you. You... You hurt me! You... I... I didn't want that and you kept going even when I begged and you did whatever you wanted and, and- I wish you had disappeared from the world!" he spat, swatting at the hand on his face. The man looked surprised. Genuinely surprised.
"What are you on about? Weren't you just playing hard to get?"
"What? No!! In which kind of world... Why would anyone trapped as I was would want to get... to... to get ra-forced to do something so... so vile!"
The man took a step back, one hand on his chin, touching his beard.
"So you weren't offering yourself for the first one who happened to pass by?"
Link sighed. He felt a little bit less scared now.
"No," he said, looking away, fisting his hands. He felt his short, blunt nails bitting into his palms. "That's a preposterous thing to think, you know? I can't believe... UGH! At least apologise!" he finally demanded, walking towards the man and pointing at him, angered. The man gave another step back, lifting his palps in a non threatening way, eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Wow! Calm down. It seems it wasn't a little lamb what I found, but a wounded wolf. Tell me... Is there any way I could repay you from subjecting you to something you so unclearly didn't want?"
What? Unclearly? Link was seething but instead of saying anything or trying to kick him on the shin, Link just pressed his lips together, crossed his arms over his chest and looked to the side.
"I mean it, wolfie... I am willing to do anything you ask me to, as a means of reparations. I am a very wealthy man, and hold a lot of power."
Power and money? Then what about your downfall, you asshole!? Link thought, glaring up at the man. But he didn't answer, sensing that trying to make any kind of deal with this bastard would just put him in harms way, again.
"Not going to say a word? What about this?" the man said, seemingly amused, as he put one knee on the ground and opened his arms towards Link, cape opening in a very dramatic and sexy way. Link's frown grew bigger. "Please, little lamb, forgive my transgressions. I was not aware of the customs in these lands," he said in a too cheeky voice to trust. And true, while the man didn't look Hylian –what with his huge stature and build, and the colour of his skin and hair– Link wasn't fooled into thinking there was any land anywhere where the first thought upon seeing a stuck person was to... to... molest them. So he took a step back. There was no point in trying to run towards the exit with how the man was kneeling now. His bulk and the way he had his arms open was enough to make his escape impossible at the moment. "Not enough? Well then, could I know the name of the slighted person in front of me? So I may properly apologise."
Link didn't move a muscle. Unamused, he sighed and gripped his arms harder. Maybe if he didn't entertain this... this buffoon, he would tire of Link and leave him alone. But as time passed and the man's only movement was to put his hands on his knee, smug smile still on place, Link realised he wasn't going to budge. Link rubbed his forehead, trying to come up with something. Silence clearly wasn't going to work and reason wouldn't either. What should he do? He was trapped and his body was shaking a little, perhaps scared that the man was so close to him.
"Let me try this, little lamb. I am Lord Ganondorf, and I've come here from the land of the desert as an envoy to the triannual meeting of the nations that is being held this year in Hyrule. You can ask anything of me. You can denounce me publicly and I will face trial. Does that sound good to you?"
Link froze.
No.
That would be even worse.
Making his own shame be known? He would get judged and fingers would get pointed at him and he wouldn't have a life anymore. This would persecute him forever and he would need to leave. Meanwhile, the man, Ganondorf, wouldn't truly get punished, as he himself had admitted he was an ambassador so he would most surely just get asked to pay some reparations so... For him? That would only be about paying... Paying for my services... Link added in his head. That made him shiver and stumble back until he was leaning on the wall. He shook his head.
"Hey... Hey, boy..."
"N-no! No... No, stop!" he said, closing his eyes and covering his ears, shaking his head a little bit more. He gasped and almost yelled when his hands were yanked away and found the man right in front of him, both knees on the ground right before him. Their faces were level now and he could finally see his face up close. Some tears fell down his eyes. He was too scared to even breathe.
"Alright... We will keep this private then... What can I do for you to..." he started, and he sounded genuine, he wasn't smirking and his face was serious now but then... His eyes... Roved all over Link's face... And landed on his mouth. Link paled when he slowly leaned over and kissed him. Link almost fell down but he was being held so he just shagged down. Ganondorf, however, was fast and supported him better by putting his hand around Link's back. He was shaking so hard now. But this kiss was different than their first one. Ganondorf wasn't pushing his tongue inside, demanding. He was just pressing their lips together. And Link was scared. And crying. "Do not cry, little lamb... I just want to make it up to you. I want to make you feel good..."
Link doubted that, but the man started kissing his neck down to his exposed collarbones -and now he despised the fact that he hadn't worn an undershirt- as the other hand started caressing his chest. Link's hands were now free... They snaked up aroun the man's thick neck.
And he was kissing back.
And the man was really making him feel a little bit better.
His huge hand was panned all over Link's chest, warming him up and then his thick fingers started making motions and Link didn't know how but when they brushed against his nippled he let out a surprised moan. Ganondorf stopped sucking at the skin on his neck and looked at him, keeping his motions the same and looking smug.
"You like this, little lamb?" he asked. Link shuddered and looked away, one hand coming to his face to cover it. He felt his cheeks hot. "No, little lamb, don't hide... I couldn't see your face before, let me feast upon your visage," he spoke like a lover. His touches were caring and soft and even though Link wanted him to let go and run away, he couldn't hide the tent in his tights.
"I... I want you to stop... I... I don't like-"
"Are you sure?" he cut Link off, daring to pinch one of his nipples over his tunic. The other hand was now grabbing a handful of his ass. Link whined. It felt good, he couldn't lie about that, but he wasn't sure he wanted to continue. "Let me make you feel good, please... I just want to apologise..."
And the bastard closed his mouth over his other nipple, sucking in and using his teeth and Link could feel it too well even through the fabric. He threw his head back and almost smacked it against the wall, but he couldn't quite control his own body. He could only moan and press his chest against that mouth. A thunk startled him and when he looked down he saw his belt on the floor. Ganondorf was now lifting his tunic and exposing his torso while he now kissed his neck again, sucking hard on his skin, likely leaving marks there. His thumb pressed and rubbed against one of his nipples while that sinful mouth captured the other and Link started shivering from quite a different reason now.
"T-this... nggh~... this is n-not an... an... an apology..." he complained between pants. Ganondorf pulled away and looked at him, licking his lips in such a way that Link's face turned redder than red. The man opened his mouth to say something when his eyes focused somewhere on the middle of Link's abdomen. Link frowned. What was-
Oh.
Oh...
He had followed Ganondorf's eyes and found where they were looking. His garter. Embarrassed beyond words, Link tried to pull down his tunic but Ganondorf was stronger and faster and got both of his wrists in one hand, pinning them above his head against the wall while he devoured Link with his eyes.
"I... Don't recall you wearing..."
No, he had not worn anything like this before. Because he usually didn't wear this kind of clothes. It was new, he didn't have more in his drawers. He... He felt hot shane covering his face and even going down his neck. Ganondorf's hand touched along the lace on his waist, as if enthralled, compelled to do so. He wasn't delicate enough that his fingers wouldn't brush against Link's skin, and he shivered. The bulge between his legs was obvious and there was a dark, wet spot already. He wanted to flee. This was so humiliating.
Those fingers trailed down the strip that went towards his thighs, but they were stopped by his tights's hem. Link shuddered when Ganondorf hooked a finger in it with all the intention to-
"No, please!" he begged at the same time his tights were pulled down. Ganondorf gasped at the sight and Link looked away, trying to hide his face.
"Beautiful," he whispered, and Link wished he didn't sound so genuine. But what startled him was when he found the man's mouth on him once again, his huge hand releasing Link's wrists and putting it around his hip. His other hand made a show to go up by drawing up a trail of caresses, bringing forth goosebumps all over his skin. Link felt the heated breath over his lace covered strained cock. "I am going to make you feel so good..."
It was a promise of pleasure, charged with desire and expressed by a rough voice that made heat coil inside Link's lower abdomen. He whimpered.
Ganondorf nosed against his cock, shamelessly inhaling and making a pleased sound.
"Pl-please..." Link begged. He wasn't sure what he was begging for right now. Before he had been so sure he wanted the man to stop. Now... He let out a surprised squeak when a hot tongue lapped at him over the fine lace. His body reacted in a way that surprised Link; he pushed against the tongue, instead of pulling away. "Please~..." he whined.
And Ganondorf, for once, complied. With expert movements, Ganondorf licked and sucked, pulled down his panties enough to free his cock and...
"Ganondorf~!!! Nggh!! Aahh... Aaahhh!"
Link's hands grabbed the man by the hair when he took him inside his mouth and sucked hard, his tongue playing with Link's head. The man toyed with Link however he liked and for the duration Link's words morphed into desperate yes, more and please. He even thrusted a little, making the man moan against his cock, the vibration of it shaking Link with more pleasure.
He came with a strangled groan, shagging against the wall, feeling his legs turning to gelatin. But Ganondorf, surprisingly, didn't let go of him until he had recovered from the orgasm. Then, while he regained his senses, helped Link getting redressed. He heard a bit of tearing but wasn't truly in a state to pay attention. Only when his eyes focused on the man's hand did he realise what Ganondorf had done.
The man had brought up one of his hands so smell something and Link had curiously stared to recognise his panties in it. They were torn on one side, while the other had been unlaced. Their eyes met and Link gasped. Ganondorf was looking at him like a hungry wolf would look at a...
Little lamb.
"I hope this makes us even. My party will go back home next week. Do you reckon we will see each other at the farewell ball?" Link didn't answer, eyes focused on Ganondorf's mouth –he was kissing his underwear! It was still stained with his precome!!– and blushing and unable to think clearly, still a bit shaken by his orgasm and all the emotions that had filled him. He looked down, neck protesting from cranking up, and he noticed then that Ganondorf's clothes, even if thick, were just barely hidding how hard the man was too. Link paled, then blushed, then swallowed. When the man laughed, Link's head shot up. He had been looking at him, which made him blush furiously. "Alright. I will pray to the Goddess we do see each other at the ball. And for today, I will behave and keep this to myself," he said, then pointed at his crotch, before turning around, his cape floating behind him as he walked to the exit of the narrow alley. He did look back before re-entering the main street. "Thank you for the souvenir." He winked and pocketed Link's panties.
Once was out of sight, Link let himself slide down the wall until he was sitting, sighing loudly.
"What the actual fuck."
Notes:
Too much text, too little smut.
Oh my gawd this took too long to write. I apologise for any incongruence. I've only been able to work on this chapter while half asleep or frustrated. xD
Thank you, Haku, for the idea for this chapter. I wasn't sure what to do. And she suggested a continuation of another chapter
Chapter 22: Bondage
Notes:
Chapter's Note:
Dubious consent
Drabble (usually 100 words or less. Some people also say 500 words or less)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
22. Bondage
His own breathing, even muffled by the gag, sounded loud to his ears as the rope bit down his flesh. His legs had been tied so his calves and thighs were together. Between his knees, there was a bar. He couldn't close his legs.
His arms, bound at his back, were secured to the wall, making it even more impossible for him to run. He was laying on a matress, on his back. Even with his arms like that, and legs like that, he was kind of comfortably settled. But he couldn't quite even wriggle out of there. He was completely exposed, powerless. He gave out a long sigh and closed his eyes. He had tried to get out of his bounds and now he was tired. The rope was going to leave ugly marks on his skin at that pace so he decided to stop. He kept his eyes closed even when he heard some distant footsteps. Even when he heard the door open. Even when he felt the bed moving and dipping under someone's weight.
"What a beautiful image you paint like this," his new companion said, hand shamelessly touching his inner thigh. Link huffed behind the gag. The hand was drawing shapes on his skin. "You may disagree, but you do look very enticing like this... Bound... helpless... Ready to take someone in," he continued with a rough voice and Link bit down on the gag, tensing up when he felt a dry finger rubbing over his exposed furled hole. It twitched at the touch and the man laughed. Link felt his cheeks turn red. "I am going to have so much fun with you, Link."
He opened his blue eyes to glare. He found mocking yellow eyes looking back at him.
Notes:
For how short it was, it took me long, lol.
Chapter 23: Deepthroating
Notes:
Chapter's Notes:
Alternate Universe
Dubious consentA bit (or much) non-sensical.
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Chapter Text
23. Deepthroating
Losing stupid bets to technicalities was one of the most unexpected things that could have happened to Link that month. But alas! He had lost. And now he had to comply with what Mido would ask him to do. He was already dreading going to the next party they would throw in Mido's Brotherhood House or whatever its name was. Link hadn't gotten into one of those things upon entering uni two years ago, he was too busy with his two jobs and classes and trying not to die out of starvation and sleep deprivation. Granted, Navi had offered to pay for his rent for a couple of years and he could pay her back later if he wanted but Link... Link wanted to do all of this on his own. Fado had laughed so much last time they had had a family reunion because he had looked too pale and he had had such dark circles around his eyes, but Lasol and Sila had felt bad for him and from then on they had started dropping by and giving him food containers so he could sleep a little more instead of making his own food. In turn, Link had baked the twin girls twin cakes for their birthday. Special ones.
But back to the matter at hand. Mido had said he would ask of him three things as they had agreed. So far, he had asked two of the three already: come and stay at one of the parties he was throwing, make one of his best cakes for the party. There was only one last thing to do and he would be free until they made another bet if he lost again. Which wouldn't happen because Link' wasn't going to lose next time. Not at all! So here he was, two hours before the start of the party, ready with the cake in hand. One of Mido's housemate opened the door, surprised to see him there.
"Link? What are you doing here?"
"For the party. Mido asked for a cake and since I was going to come I decided to pass by early in case you needed an extra pair of hands."
"Ah, you don't need to. This cake should be enough, and thanks. Do you want to go up and bother Mido? He has been trying to hide his best things before we start getting ready."
"Haha, classic. He wants to have wild parties but then he doesn't want his stuff destroyed by drunkards," Link chuckled and the other guys chuckled nervously. He was calling them all out on their bullshit. Because he had heard it all from Mido, how they take all their sensitive stuff out of the house the day before.
He left the cake in the fridge and then went up to Mido's room. He was closing his wardrobe and moving a bookcase in front of it as if to hide it ‒which would work, since it was in built in the wall‒ and Link just walked in and helped put the books back onto the shelves, wordlessly.
"I don't know what else to ask of you," Mido said while they put the books back. Link made a non-comital sound. "I mean, I have a couple of ideas, but all of those are dumb or would be too much. I'm not than mean..." At one glance of Link, Mido sighed and added, "Not anymore, okay? I have matured."
"Sure."
"Oh, c'mon! Coming and staying for the party is hardly difficult. You could just hide under a bed for the whole duration and it would still count!" Link gave Mido a look and he looked away. "Okay, I would bitch about that."
"There will be no complains of the cake," Link manifested, pointing at Mido, who just sighed and nodded. When Link narrowed his eyes Mido grumbled.
"Alright! And remember you have to stay here until the party is over."
"I know. I never go back on my word," Link answered, kicking Mido.
"But you are always complaining on the smaller things." Mido punched his arm.
Less than a minute later, they were wrestling on the floor, grumbling and bitting and kicking each other, when another housemate popped up on the door.
"Hey, Mido, stop doing gay things and come down to help. Your boyfriend can wait for you here until we are done," he said, and promptly left. His words had the instant effect of making them push at each other and Mido run down the stairs yelling that that was disgusting while Link made gagging sounds that could be heard from below.
After a lot of frantic yells and words, it was clear that they were just messing with Mido to stop him going on a full out brawl with Link. It hadn't been the first time anyways, and it wouldn't be the last, that Mido and Link's "rough play" became more that just a game. They couldn't help it, it seemed.
Link sat down and looked up at the ceiling. He was going to hide in Mido's room until the party was in full bloom, then he would go down, let Mido see him, and go back into hiding. Perhaps locked in one of the bathrooms. Then he would go out when the party was dying, snap a picture with a drunk Mido and friends as proof, and leave.
That was his plan. It was a perfect plan. But it gon thwarted. When Link went down a couple of hours later he found out that not only students were at the party. Apparently someone had invited the whole Gerudo Team and their coach had decided to come too, to keep an eye on the rowdy girls. And everything would have gone smooth and all if Midi hadn't grabbed Link and with a slurred voice told him the last thing: "Suck the coach's dick. Make him come in your mouth."
Link's head had snapped towards the man, who, in return, seemed to have been looking at him. Mido had disappeared so Link was unable to decline the last offer on the grounds that it involved a third party but he felt rooted in place.
The man set aside his drink and walked through the sea of partygoers until he was right in front of Link. Someone wolf whistled and Link bolted up, running away. He couldn't do that. One didn't come up to the coach of the best team ever and asked him to let Link give head. It wasn't... Mido was stupid and Link wanted to punch him on the throat.
He was going to hide again inside Mido's room –unless any pair of lovebirds had found their way there– and wait until everyone left. Then, he would punch Mido. The bastard. What he didn't count on was the coach following him. Or that Mido's room would really be unoccupied and before he could do anything at all, he was pushed inside and the door got locked.
Link, bewildered, looked over his shoulder to see the coach leaning against the door. He was smirking. Link nervously licked his lips, eyes going to the man's groin. Mido's words were now haunting him.
"You might be wondering why I followed you. The thing is, I know you know Zelda. There's one thing I need from-" the man started speaking out of the blue and Link, startled, half jumped in his spot, looking up at his face. The whole room was half shrouded in shadows since only the light from the lamppost from outside lit it, but it was enough for Link. For him to sense the way the man's eyes looking at him changed. "I also overheard your friend down there."
Link blushed.
"I'm not very close with Zelda. I must have met her once or twice..." Which was true, but then again, Zelda had a soft spot for him, something he couldn't understand, when Saria, for example, was also there.
He had met Zelda years ago when he was a child. She came to the orphanage and gave scholarships to all who wanted to study further. And everyone took that offer. For some reason, Zelda had always been a little bit more lenient with Link, but that didn't meant that he was close to her.
Link had only said that to not go where the coach had tried to imply...
"You can do it if you want... Is it a bet or something? Between you two..."
Link's mouth dried up and he took a step back, looking at the man's going again. It was growing bigger. Link's legs shook a little.
"Yes..."
"Then, let me help you win the bet..."
In exchange for something. Link knew. But then again, if it was something regarding Zelda, it mustn't be too difficult for him to do. Link didn't correct the coach in that he had to do this to win. He just stared, then, out of nowhere, he gave a step forward. And then another.
The man unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. Link put his hands on top of it and felt the already huge dick getting bigger against his palm. He licked his lips.
"I... Could speak with Zelda... I cannot promise anything will work, thought." He was bold and took it out of the coach's underwear. It was heavy and had a thick scent. Link licked his lips again. He could do this. He could.
Taking a deep breath he opened his mouth and started licking. The coach gasped, then moaned, his hand grabbing Link by the hair and moving his head how he wanted. Link just let it happen, relaxing in the hold and just licking and sucking. He heard the man gasping and felt his hips bucking against his face. The music from the party was loud enough that he could hear it almost clear.
Link reached the tip. It was darker than the rest of the cock and it glimmered under the street lamp's light. The coach's cock was weeping. Swallowing any nervousness, Link licked it with with the flat of his tongue. It tasted salty and Link did his best not to grimace at the texture.
Focusing on tracing through the most sensitive points, Link moved his tongue here and there and even got the head into his mouth, sucking at it and drawing shapes on it with the tip of his tongue. That made the man groan and a hand grabbed his hair. It wasn't tight, but it made him wince a little. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he started getting more and more of that humongous thing into his mouth until the tip reached the back of it and he had to pull away, gagging and coughing. The coach just laughed and patted him on the head.
"You were doing so well, it made me think you have done this dozen of times," he chuckled. Link glared as he wiped the saliva from his lips and chin.
"I just did stuff I thought would feel good. I am good with imagination," he retorted, glaring now at the cock. It was too big for him, wasn't it? But then again, Link only needed to make the man come in his mouth and- Eeww no! That disgusting goo touching his tongue? He'd rathed it splashed directly into his stomach. Fuck... He frowned and settled back in place opening his mouth and getting that thing inside once again and... And the coach's groan made his own cock twitch inside his trousers.
"If you want any tip, you have to swallow while you move, and angle your head a little. That way it will go down," the man said in an infuriatingly calm tone. The instructions were given as if he had done it before or... Or he had received it a lot of times before to be able to see the pattern. Link swallowed, then tried again, following the man's instructions and... It shorta worked. But Link was a bit panicked.
It's too big! It's too big!!!
He tried to calm down and breathe through his nose but what did the trick in calming him was the way coach Ganondorf was caressing his head. And he did it... He touched with his nose the nest of hair at the base of Ganondorf's cock and he had no option than to inhale his scent and it made his cock twitch harder. And the way Ganondorf was panting now? It was barely noticeable, but the man's breathing was faster now. Link pulled away, slowly... Then he went back against that hard body. Then pulled back. And then... He groaned himself, which constricted Ganondorf's cock, which made the coach moan in response and Link... Link was so hard now, weeping inside his underwear. Little tears prickled his eyes as he found a rhythm, one of his hands snaking inside his own clothes to stroke himself. He was going to come at this pace, and he sure hoped the man would too. His "free" hand went up and fondled the man's balls. They were so big and heavy, just as their owner, and they were also hairy.
Link didn't know how long it took, he just knew that one minute he was deepthroating a man whith whom he had never crossed a word before, and the next he was kept right where he was by two huge, strong hands. He couldn't move away and for some stupid reason, he also came.
When he regained his senses, he noticed that he was still with Ganondorf's cock inside. He pulled away, slowly. The head touched his tongue and he tasted something bitter. A thick rope of saliva and semen connected his lips to the dick. He was panting. Looking up, he saw the man's chest heave. Ganondorf was panting too.
"That was a decent job," the man said. "I guess next time you will do better. I will look forwards to it. We will be in contact. Don't forget what I wasked of you."
Then, he tucked in, patted Link on the head and left.
Link blinked, confused.
He looked down at his stained hand. He better clean up before anyone decided to come looking for him.
I am insane, he thought, blushing hard.
Notes:
Ha! Not even a month.
Chapter 24: Crossdressing (Stuck in Wall; Panties/Linguerie continuation) [With SFW Fanart]
Chapter Text
24. Crossdressing
Link had been invited to the ball, for work, and he was glaring with suspicion to the note. It bore the Queen's seal, her signature, the paper it was written of was from the Royal Palace and it all seemed to be genuine. It was also a favour, as she had put it. Apparently she needed friends in that ball... But Link didn't have anything to go with. Though the Queen had thought about everything already. He was to go undercover and since the first part of the ball would be a masquerade and once the clock hit midnight, they would take off their masks. And Link had to take advantage on that and infiltrate with the Gerudo diplomatic envoy and try and gather information. Why on their last day? He couldn't fathom. But he did know that even if Queen Zelda had written it as a request, it was more like an order. He had wanted to stay holed up at home until the man left.
Ganondorf.
Just his name made Link's body shiver.
He had to go. He had to go and be near the man that... that had... And Link... He closed the distance to the box that had come with the letter and opened it. As promised, clothes were in there: a dress with a cut that covered him enough to not make his muscles prominent, with puffed out sleeves, fingerless lace gloves to hide the callouses on his hands, a pair of shoes, an already brushed and readied wig and a mask. He had to stop himself from thinking about his lace underwear and how cute it would look underneath the dress, as it wouldn't be visible from outside, for one.
Shaking his head, he closed the box again and turned around. It was just a mission. He would only need to gather a little bit of intel and that was it. He wouldn't really need to interact with the man, just with his party. And it wasn't required that he spoke. And he would have his face covered by that gorgeous mask. It would go alright. Nothing bad would happen. It was his job. He could do it...
Except he kept thinking back on what had transpired between the two and couldn't shake off the feeling that if he went, something really bad would happen.
Link was hesitant on the plan, but he had a duty to the crown, and about a week later he was there, sauntering through the ballroom, and watching from afar. He daren't come close to the Gerudo party, so instead he was just walking around and eating.
The mask was effective to keep his face hidden, and it also gave him the perfect reason to not talk. After all, they were at a masquerade. Who would want to reveal who they were before the needle struck twelve in the clock?
Unbeknown to him, he had become quite the hot topic, what with refusing to dance, not talking and acting shy. People were trying to know which family was he from. Well, she. Apparently, the garments and wig that Zelda had provided him with were good enough to fool people into believing that Link was a girl.
"Hey, milady," a voice he didn't know brought Link back from his musings. He looked up to find himself right beside a Gerudo. She was tall, and even if she wore a mask and a dress, her hair alone was enough to set her apart. Link waited patiently for her to continue. "My lord has been watching you. He is curious to know why a Hylian wouldn't dance. Would you care to come with?"
Link weighed his options. He needed to gather intel –on the last day of the stay of the Gerudo– but he was remiss of coming close to the man again. However, his sense of duty won and he nodded.
"Are you mute?" the woman asked as they walked closer and closer to the huge man. Link shook his head. "Why don't you speak then?" Link put a finger over where some lips had been shaped on the mask, then shrugged, then chuckled. "Ah, it's a game," the woman said, grinning. She was wearing one of those masks that only cover the eyes, and Link could see her teeth, perfectly white and oddly sharp.
The reached the man soon enough and the woman spoke with him in a language he did not know. He looked at Link, bored, then at the Gerudo woman and nodded, answering something in that language. When the man approached him, Link almost took a step back. Almost. Instead, he just looked up at him.
"Good evening, my lady. I'm told you would like to dance," he said. He sounded so, so bored. And completely different from the other times they had met. Link frowned behind his mask. So this was how he behaved when everyone could see him, wasn't it? He briefly glanced at the woman who had escorted him to Ganondorf. She was laughing while speaking with another one. Oh, he had been set up. So he looked up at Ganondorf and shook his head no, then pointed at the woman. He looked at her, then at Link then grinned. "Ah... So it must be me who wanted to dance, then."
Link couldn't help a little laugh when he noticed the humorous tone in Ganondorf's voice. It made the man look at Link with a rised eyebrow. Link just looked away and was about to walk away when he felt a hand wrapping around his, making his shiver and gasp. He turned around and looked up. Even while wearing that half mask, Link could still see that something had changed in the way he was looking at him.
"Have we met before?" Link froze after hearing the question. He vigorously shook his head. His hand was squeezed, not painfully. "No need to be so vehement, my lady. Now, I would like to request a dance with you."
Instead of yanking his hand away, Link hesitated, fingers subconsciously caressing the man's gloved hand. Slowly, he nodded, and was guided to the dance floor. They waited until the current piece was done, people curtsied to each other and then joined in on the next. None of the dances required much touch between partners, perhaps a squeeze of waist here and there, touching hands, of course, and swirling around each other. Link knew these dances to an adequate level, but he wasn't as proficient as the nobles there.
It felt magical and Link stupidly let himself think this was the first time he had met Ganondorf. The man didn't talk much, but with a mute partner, it wasn't easy to hold a conversation, so he just commented things to which Link nodded or shook his head. His amber eyes kept looking at him, like a hawk looking at prey.
Little lamb.
Link shivered.
The dances finished and he curtsied, intending to leave, mission forgotten. He could inly think about his previous encounters with Ganondorf and his heart was beating maladjusted in his chest. He wanted to cry, and he wanted to laugh and he wanted-
"My lady, you seem quite adept at leaving my side, after all the troubles Noor has gotten through to get us to dance," Ganondorf said as he followed Link with ease. He sighed and continued walking towards the balcony. He needed some air. And still he was followed. Link felt caged. And he was.
The man was showing his true colors by following him outside and not taking his running away as the rejection it was. Just as he had been pestering him even when he had begged to the man to stop and said in no uncertain ways to not continue with what he was doing.
"Don't run from me, my lady. I do feel we have seen each other before and I feel as if I have slighted you. Please, let me make it up to you."
Link grabbed the stone railing. He wanted to make it up to this imaginary lady. But would he act the same as he did to Link? Just thinking like that had his stomach churning. Soon, it would be twelve and then Link would take off the mask and change and leave and-
"My lady, please. I am leaving tomorrow and am more than likely not coming back here in at least three years. I wouldn't wish upon you to suffer from something I did and not get gratification-"
"You already did," Link said as the tower clock struck twelve and people started peeling off their masks and surprising their dance partners or just laughing at having guessed correctly with whom they were speaking. Ganondorf looked at Link first with surprise, then he crowded him against the railing, leaning his hands on both sides and lowering himself, after he took off his own mask and discarded it.
"Little lamb," his voice was exactly as he had remembered it. But Link wasn't falling for the man's spell this time. He scurried away and, in his haste, the mask fell off, clattering and cracking against the tiled floor.
He was fast, but Ganondorf was faster. He was hauled up by his waist, face upturned by a huge hand on his chin.
"Don't run. Did you not come to see me off? What a surprise you have given me. You look quite fetching like this. And you even painted your lips." His thumb caressed Link's lips and Link felt rooted to where he was, feet dangling. "Let's go somewhere more private, little lamb."
Spooked, Link swatted the hand away and managed to free himself from the Gerudo's hold, landing on the floor elegantly, if a bit unsteady and walked away, squishing between the other guests. He couldn't do it. Not while dressed like this. He couldn't get the information Zelda wanted, whatever it was, and he wasn't going to spend more time near Ganondorf. He was going home and tomorrow he would report to his commander and then get ready for getting fired. Childhood friend or not, he had failed at doing his job, so he would have to take the consequences.
Out in the hallway, Link sprinted, only stopping briefly to kick away the heels so he wouldn't make so much noise. He was almost reaching the steps downwards when he got caught again, lifted, one enormous hand covering his mouth. How!? How had he not heard the man approach!?
Ganondorf took Link to vacant room and closed the door before walking with him like a doll in his arms to the nearest couch and sat down, putting Link on his lap. Link shuddered. He hoped to Hylia that that was just some kind of dagger instead of what he feared it was, poking his underside. He did not fight, just resigned to his fate.
"You are really fast, little lamb," Ganondorf said, mirthfully. Link bit the hand covering half of his face, which only caused him to laugh and calmly put his hand away. "Ah, I forgot, you aren't a little lamb, but a wolf pup."
Link glared at the man and received a hug in exchange, huge arms wrapping around his body.
"Quit it!" he demanded, though his voice didn't sound really convinced. He hated liking what he felt pressing against his glutes.
"Oh, so she talks," Ganondorf said, sardonically. "I don't think I have told you how very pretty you look today, have I? You, in this dress, look very becoming. So easy on the eyes..."
Link blushed and tried to free himself, instead he was pushed onto the couch, face up. Ganondorf leaned down and kissed him. And Link... Link stopped fighting. What was the point anyways. This man was going to get whatever he wanted from him, so why spend energy on that? He was going to leave the very next day anyways. Amd then he would present his letter of resignation and retire to the country side and raise pigs.
But until then... He let Ganondorf kiss him. And feel him over the dress. And put his hands up the skirt of the dress. He gasped into the kiss. He had been touched by that hand before, but he was still as surprised when he felt it against his leg, the callouses, the blunt nails that could not scratch him.
"Are you also wearing..." Ganondorf whispered to his ear, making him shiver when he started nibbling at it. Yes, Link was also wearing stockings... and a very risqué lacey underwear that he did not want to ruin but if the Gerudo king kept doing this might as well be gone. He felt that hand between his legs and the man made a sound of approval so visceral it made Link blush harder than he had ever before. Fingers explored him and his mouth was silenced by rough lips. Ganondorf's beard scratched his face. He whined into the kiss. And also melted under the Gerudo's ministrations. He spread himself for him. He felt those fingers rub dry against his furled up entrance. Not missing a beat, Ganondorf pulled his hand away, rummaged through his clothes and took out a vial. Uncorking it, he poured the contents onto his hand, spreading it through his fingers before going back between Link's legs. Link gasped.
Trembling hands grabbed broad shoulders as a finger pressed in and in and in. It all was progressing so quick. Faster than he could process. And soon enough, Link had his legs around Ganondorf's hips, as the head of his cock pressed against his stretched and lubed up hole. It was so big Link doubted it would go in, even thought it had done so before. Ganondorf was persistent. He kept pushing. He kissed Link and gave him instructions of relaxing and how to do so. Link tried to follow it but he wasn't able. Still, Ganondorf persisted. And he got in. Link gasped, whole body shaking and sweating.
It was moments later that he was gripping the couch wile Ganondorf pushed and pulled from between his legs.
This felt different than the other times Ganondorf had touched him. It felt more... Intimate.
And while he was getting fucked, Ganondorf was saying sweet nothings to him. Telling him how he would have killed everyone at the ball if he hadn't come was exactly sweet or nothing, but it had some kind of allure, making him feel special, more than just a guard that was childhood friends with the princess of the kingdom. And his mouth did more than just talking. Link, on his part, could only grip Ganondorf's waist with his legs, and let him do whatever he wanted.
The Gerudo had stamina and it took him long to finish inside Link, and Link... His brain was mushy, his mouth swollen from all the kisses and his own body spent. Everything felt like a fever dream. This couldn't be happening in reality, could it?
"Little lamb... You are so beautiful. It seems like your body type is best for dresses and to lay on pillows... In fact, you would look way better on my bed. What do you say? Come with me, little lamb, I will take care of you, and you can have a life of leisure."
That offer seemed based off on groundless facts and fleeting emotions. Link might hold the king's interest at the moment, but there was no guarantee that that would keep happening. He would be doomed, then. So he shook his head and looked away.
"I don't think that will work... I have to leave!" He jumped to his feet, hissing at the feel on his back side, and tried to run but he was slow and limping so he was caught in seconds.
"Ah, little lamb, trying to leave me again... So soon? Please, come with me tomorrow." Link was hugged and his hair caressed and he got kissed on the cheek. "If not, at least give me your name, little lamb."
Link froze. Should he give this man something more? This greedy man had already taken so much from him...
"Little Lamb," he answered, hesitantly.
Ganondorf laughed.
It didn't sound good.
It sounded as if Link had made a pact with the devil.
"So be it... Let me tell you a little thing, Little Lamb. If you don't want to come with me, that's okay. But know that if you don't, I will kill everyone here and then go back home as if nothing happened."
Link froze on the spot.
There really was no choice was it?
Notes:
HA! And right before the year's end!
I am still debating if Ganondorf ever learnt Link's name or if he just went on ahead calling him Little Lamb for the rest of their [happy] lives in the desert :D
Happy Holidays.
Merry Christmas.
Happy New Year.
Etc, etc.
Chapter 25: Pregnancy
Notes:
Chapter's Tags:
Body horror.
Non consensual body modification.
Non graphic Rape-non con.
Drabble.
Chapter Text
25. Pregnancy
It was getting bigger. Time was passing and it was getting bigger.
Link couldn't look himself in a mirror. Hadn't been able for the past months.
He felt sick all the time but he couldn't leave. He was... He was chained there. And every time it moved inside... He felt like nausea would take over.
He had woken up one day, months ago, and that deranged man had been smiling while cleaning a wound on Link's lower abdomen. The huge redhead had Link chained to a surface, naked, confused, in pain. After that, it took Link two weeks to half recover, then another two to adjust to what felt like something new inside of him. Then... That monster had taken him into his bed and Link... He had fought as hard as he could, but he had still been feeling weak, or perhaps he had been drugged. It happened several times a day, day in, day out. "To make sure it takes root," the man had said one of the times when Link had begged him to stop.
Of course, whatever he had been doing took root and now... Now Link had something growing inside of him. A parasite. It took Link's energy away. It grew by using Link as a host. It made Link sick.
And Ganondorf came daily to caress his growing stomach, always with a soft smile and a deranged gaze.
"You are doing so, so well, Hero. Soon... we will have our little princess in our arms."
Link paled, shivering.
Ganondorf's words haunted.
Soon... That thing would want out of its meaty confines. Link was sure he would die. But Ganondorf was convinced he would survive and after that, "Have many more, just keep drinking your elixirs, Hero. We need you healthy, after all."
And Link... he kept getting bigger.
Chapter 26: Overstimulation
Notes:
Chapter's Tags:
Implied mass murder.
Implied mental control.
Non graphic violence.
Chapter Text
26. Overstimulation
There was too much noise. Link was feeling overwhelmed by it. But he couldn't just get up and leave. Not when the celebration was also for him. Still, it made his skin crawl. He felt sick and something twisted into knots inside his stomach. There was also that stupid voice constantly mumbling something into his ear. He had been hearing it ever since he resealed the breach that had appeared, threatening to take everyone down and getting the world consumed by darkness. He wanted the voice to stop.
Zelda patted his hand and he smiled at her. She was retiring for the day. He couldn't. Link had to stay a bit longer. And that stupid voice under all the noise was starting to drive him crazy. It was just a low rumble, the words unintelligible at best. But as the buzzing of the party, all the lights reflecting on several crystals, shinning onto his eyes with a cruel accuracy, one word started to become clearer: kill.
Link gripped his utensils, frowning a little. He needed a bit of respite. Shaky hands went to the goblet, and he drank clear, fresh, cool water. It helped. But not much. It was not enough. Link looked around himself, and that proved to be a fatal error. People cheered louder. They toasted, and Link had to lift his tankard and cheer and drink mead and people cheered even more. Someone came and clapped him on the shoulder. Someone else hugged him and cried and thanked him for saving his cat and... They all were drunk.
Link's head was going to explode.
He needed fresh air.
He tried.
He tried to leave.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
He was detained. At each and every step.
He just needed a moment. A second of respite. The nightly breeze. When had the sun set? Link needed to leave. Just a little bit.
Please.
The buzzing of that voice was becoming clearer.
If they are making so much noise, just kill them so they'll be quiet.
As soon as Link understood all the words, he froze. He still had the knife of his meal in his hand. And someone had their arm around his shoulders, lifting a tankard and toasting again for him.
just kill them so they'll be quiet.
Link couldn't even breathe. The light was making him blind, the sound, deaf.
The grip on the knife was firm.
They had already been shouting before, so these new yells weren't all that much different.
Link panted a little, as he jogged, as he fought to get his peace, to gain his quiet.
It took long.
He was sticky. Something warm but that was getting cold and sticky was staining his hands.
Link panted some more as he slowly sat down, then laid on the ground, to sleep. To recover. It was quiet at last.
Ganondorf laughed as he saw the Hero attack the people he had fought so valiantly to defend and save. What would happen once he realised it had been him who ended their lives in such a cruel manner?
What a glorious betrayal.
He stepped onto the land from within the shadows.
"You have done well, Hero," he said to the slumbering blonde, as he knelt to gather him in his arms. "Now... What else shall I do with you?" Ganondorf was just thinking out loud. He didn't really needed Link's input for that. Not. From then on, Ganondorf was the one in charge.
He laughed again as he stepped into the shadows, taking away Zelda's last shield and sword.
Chapter 27: S&M
Notes:
I lied. LIED!! I wanted to write short chapters. And they aren't (well, not all). And this one is getting longer the more time passes. 🤣
I didn't know if it meant "Sadistic and Masochistic" or "Slave and Master" so I threw a coin into the air.
I was tempted to write "Sophisticated and Monstrous" but given the context here I inferred other meanings. xD
So, this chapter is long because I felt I needed all the worldbuilding and context and all. It's taking me mooooonths!!! Ugh! Curse me and my perfectionism that the. I procrastinate because can't get up to my own standards. Now, buckle up because this one is loooooonger than any of the others.
Chapter's Tags:
Mentions of blood and gore.
Blood and gore.
Violence.
Ableism I think.
[Non-sexual] Slavery.
Sexual slavery.
Rape.
Power imbalance.
Human flesh consumption.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
27. Slave and Master
After their defeat in combat, the survivors got taken into custody. Those who could be healed, were healed. Those who couldn't were left to their luck. Link had been one of the later, but he had miraculously survived with a severed arm and so many wounds. When the corpses had been retrieved he had been found. He tried to escape, surprising the team, but in his weakened state he had been easily captured.
A couple of days in the infirmary taking potions and getting his wounds cleaned had made him almost completely recover. He was in perfect condition. Except...
Except that he was missing one arm.
Before the auction, they shaved their hair. A lot of people were crying, others tried to fight. Link... accepted his fate. He fought and lost and this was just part of war. There was still a rage deep underneath that threatened to consume him but he still did his best not to let it show. He wasn't in a position where he could show any emotion. He had been told already he was going to get sold so either make peace with his situation and pray to his gods so he would get purchased by a good master, or kill himself. Link would do neither. He would wait for his moment. Even if it cost him years. He would let his own emotions fuel him but for now he would lay low.
Chained, barely covered, head shaved, he was pushed forwards onto the platform with the rest. He was made to stand and look down. People came up and went. They spoke about them as if they weren't even there. The girl to his side –she must have been a little older than Link himself– was shaking but there was nothing to be done when she was purchased. Link did not envy her. At all. Little by little people purchased slaves. Link and some other two were sent down and a new batch was brough forth. They were told that they would get shown again at the end of the day with the rest of the "unusable" ones to be purchased at a discount. Part of him wanted to feel relief. He was sure he hadn't been picked up because of the missing limb. But he also felt a bit anxious. Who would purchase a defective slave?
The day passed, people bought people and Link stared discreetly –it wouldn't do to get caught looking up– at the ones doing so. They weren't really the people who brought the slaves. Link knew. He could see it. They were clueless and doing their best. They had been sent by their masters.
How could the world have accepted this kind of madness so readily? he thought to himself, then he reminded himself that the world outside his nation had always been like this and that he had just had the bad luck of getting caught by one of the countries where slavery was approved of. It made him sick to his stomach. He had been fighting to prevent his own peers to fall into this, and now he himself was part of it. He frowned and looked down.
By sundown they were bought in bulk to serve a king in a faraway land. They didn't care about defects, they only wanted people to work. Link sighed and walked. He got into the cart and readied himself for the worst. The trip took nearly a month. Several attempts at escaping from other slaves had taught Link that the women taking them away would not hesitate to maim them to keep them from running and Link just... He was not going to risk losing another limb so soon. Instead, he looked at the poor soul that had tried to run last time. The women had held him down, easily so, while they punished him. Link had deemed trying it stupid and a waste of energy that he did not have. Instead of doing anything like that, he prayed.
The trip was long and arduous and they were made to do all menial tasks while setting camp or pulling up. Link was excused from some of the tasks but he was given others and if he failed to do them or did them poorly, he got whipped at the back of his legs. He learnt fast not to complain and to bite his tongue. The more he did, the easier it seemed to become but... It wasn't it was just as hard. And he wanted to curl up and cry, but he couldn't show any kind of weakness that could get exploited by his captors or... the other slaves.
About a week before they reached their final destination, some slaves started scheming to make themselves look better, and it worked by crushing other slaves who were disposed off. Link watched with abject horror how they wouldn't mince their words and how the "enemies" would get cut into chunks, their blood splattering all around. The smell of it had made him relive his last battle and he had nearly emptied his stomach on the dirt.
Finally, they arrived at the fort that served as the only barrier between the desert and the fertile lands. It had been carved into the stony walls of the canyon. The place was huge and it had a more normal setting with houses built instead of carved. They were led into the carved ones. Inside, a labyrinth of corridors welcomed them and the soldiers started separating them into groups and putting them in cells.
With each passing moment, Link's future looked bleaker. Still, he held onto hope and memorised as best as he could where they passed through, the turns, the corridors that went on straight, even counted the windows and the steps. Though... He was so tired and hungry that he barely could.
Finally in his own cell, shared with other two, Link laid down on his cot and tried to sleep.
They were awoken far too early by a bad mooded guard. She took them to get cleaned. They washed with little water and rags and their tattered clothes were burnt. They were given simple linen clothing to wear but no shoes. As if shoes would be of any help anyways. They were taken then to have something to eat: half a cup of water, a piece of hard bread and half a rotten apple. Link ate it as best as he could, he would need any kind of strength if he wanted to try and escape. Then, they were taken to have their tasks given.
Link was to clean the enclosures. He wasn't given more instructions. Even with half a limb missing, he would be "useful" and if not, he would become "fuel". He was worried about what that could entail but when he was thrown into the "enclosures" to clean manure and spread hay, he felt a sense of relief washing all over him.
It was somewhat difficult to maneuver with only one arm, but at least it was his dominant hand.
The day passed slowly. Link could have sworn lunch time took at least twelve hours to come. A measly bowl of watered soup with a hint of meat and hard bread. Half a cup of water. He felt exhausted. The heat was getting to him and the water was little and far in between.
When he was walking down to the enclosures, he was stopped, grabbed by the linen shirt and dragged somewhere else. He yelped, but bit his tongue, lest anything else escaped his lips. The guard did not even regarded him with a look.
"Here he is," she said once they entered what looked like a workshop. He was forcefully seated on a stool and two other women approached him, examining him. He has held down with a powerful hand on his shoulder.
"He has good physique, but seems he has lost a lot of muscle mass. Possibly the diet."
"We cannot have them too strong."
"They aren't going to run. I have been telling everyone for years, now. Even if they run, we can catch them easily after. What we need is a strong work force, not... Twigs. And defects," her last words were aimed at Link, she was glaring at his missing arm, or more like, at the stump. He had retained the shoulder, but anything below, biceps included, was gone. "I have something for him, yes. But then he has to get promoted. I don't want my precious artifacts getting manure on them."
"Good. He is fast, as is, so perhaps with aid, he will be more useful."
They were talking over him, as if he wasn't present, taking measurements of his stump, his chest, his shoulders, his other arm. Link was tense, but he did not move except when he was made to. The woman holding him had a very sharp scimitar to her hip, no doubt for more than show. These women were warriors. He wouldn't stand a chance against all three of them, unarmed, unprotected, maimed.
"Now, let me see if it fits," the woman from the workshop said, going through her things and coming back with a leather contraption that had what looked like a long, slender limb at the end. She fastened the belts to his stump, and some to his chest. They nodded and then pushed Link away to go to his new station where he did, indeed, get promoted.
He was to feed the creatures.
And the first time he almost dropped the tray. He was able to recognize the... "food". His hand became steady but his lips quivered as he pressed them together; he shouldn't show any sign of weakness or he would be next.
As he walked to the pit where there beast were kept, he had to swallow the need of heaving, stomach curled up in dread and disgust. The fluids slipped down onto his shoulder, neck and chest, making him shiver, the foul smell getting deep into his nostrils. He was advised not to get too close to the edge, as were he to fall, he would not get out and no one would try to help him.
Link did as told, mentally repeating his plan: get better, heal, gather as much provisions as possible, map the place, escape. It was a long term plan, and he needed to survive. Failing to do his job or displeasing the people who purchased him –he refused to call them master–, would end up with Link on a tray, just as the man he was carrying to the creatures.
The animals, grotesque monsters that relished on their food, happily ate what he threw at them and even made some noises to show appreciation. But Link steered clear from the edge.
And thus, began his long stay in the desert. For four months, Link repeated the same things, with the occasional incident that made one slave ir another end up becoming the premium food for the creatures: battle mounts, he had heard the Gerudo call them. Link was mostly left unattended, as he got more and more tasks added to him. He was also getting better fed than others so he could perform his duties without fault, and yet he had lost a lot of muscle, retaining enough, just enough. He worried about his escape. As time passed, it seemed that his future became bleaker.
One night, before he could retire, tired and smelly, he was ordered to get a bath and change into different clothing. The garment was of better quality, and less sturdy. The kind the palace slaves wore. It instantly made his alarms blare in his head, as he brushed every nook and cranny of his body.
"Your hair has grown... We should have shaved you last week," one Gerudo said, looking at his head. His hair had, indeed, grown. It wasn't long enough to reach his shoulders but the fringe brushed against his eyes and his pointy ears seemed shorter thanks to it making them look smaller.
"No time now. He will get it shaved next time. For now..." another Gerudo said, taking a circlet, most likely made of brass, and put it on his head. "There, it looks kind of... Acceptable. Now, get moving. Tonight you will aid the servants in the banquet. Anything they say, you do. Anything, got it? If you fail, you know where you will end up."
Link nodded, dressing quickly to follow the two women to the palace. He had never been in there, but he had heard through rumours that slaves there could get freedom by becoming servants. Servants were allowed to have a salary, their own private house, a family, and even leave the fort to get provisions.
Link's heart hammered in his chest. He hadn't contemplated the idea of trying that one route of "escape", though now, his head was filled with "what ifs". If he did well... In a couple of years... His heart was beating so hard, so fast, that he almost didn't hear what he was being told to do.
He was situated near the walls and curtains, so he wouldn't be easily spotted. Contrary to a servant, a slave should never get seen. A servant could get ignored while they put the food on the plates, a slave? They wore distinct clothing and hairstyles –always shaved or very short hair– nothing to adorn themselves with and their hands were always calloused, as well as having bad postures and looking kind of sickly at times.
Link looked better than most, however... He was still defective with one less limb. And so, he had to be extra care not to mess up and shift the focus of attention towards himself. He prepared all the food on the platters that the servants would take and stood near the curtains as to not be seen too much. He could hear the laughter and half get the conversations that came from the long table in droves of murmurs.
From what information he had managed to gather, the only man seating at the head of the table was the king, born only once a century, and all the women were either his generals, advisors or political allies. Even with being the sovereign, he had adversaries that fought him on the Council chambers but instead of just deposing his detractors, he kept them alive so the others had a "sense of freedom". Link felt sick thinking about how he manipulated his own people for his own gains and yet... He understood. His own king had also done similar tactics, as far as he had heard in the barracks.
Lost were the days when he was a squire full of hope and joy. Now... And after the war, he knew how grim the reality was. Though he wouldn't change anything, except, maybe, having lost. However, he had a plan to go back home. There was yet to see if his homeland got completely destroyed, became a province or was left alone after having gotten ransacked. Rebuilding was on his mind. Going back to his hometown and helping around.
A barked laughter, boisterous and loud, broke him off his reverie, making him look up, body tense, ready to fight. But it was just the king, laughing at some joke or another. He quickly lowered his head, his fringe covering his eyes like a curtain when he inclined himself. His hair really didn't look like that of a slave anymore... If he could manage to get it longer, he could convince others to be made into a servant easier, as hair was one of the defining factors.
"Truly? Bring them in, then," he heard the loud voice of the king. Link peeked and saw with no little dismay how some slaves were brought to the king. He didn't look at them too long before he nodded and they were stripped of their clothes. One of them took a hold of a knife and ran for the door, cutting through several servants. The guards were ready to get him and they subdued him pretty easily. Link paled when he saw the scimitars shine under the light.
"Ugh! They always have to make things complicated," one guard complained while someone called for a doctor and also complained about another slave soiling himself.
"These three were so useless that even now I am starting to doubt if we should use them as food," a woman closer to the king said. And Link could hear it clear now, as most of the noise was quietening down. "Hey, Noara, call the feeder. Mayhaps we can get some sort of spectacle still out of them."
Link froze in place when the servants started moving calling out here and there and... Someone stopped right in front of him.
"Hey, you. You are the feeder, right? The faulty one?"
"Oh! So he really is lacking one arm? Wow, that prosthetic looks amazing."
"Yeah, too nice for a mere slave."
"Isn't he kind of cute?"
"Eww! He is a slave, have some manners!"
Link felt dizzy, but when the platter was brought to him he too it and as if he wasn't really controlling his own body, he walked towards the corpse... Just to find out he was still alive.
"P...ple...please..." was a mere murmur, easily confused with the rubbing of the clothing. Link couldn't look. He just got the food onto the platter, feeling faint but determined. "...al..ali...alive... not... pl.."
Link walked on unsteady legs. But not on his usual route, no. He was being led.
"...kill...me..."
Link looked at the new scenery before him: a balcony overlooking endless sand and rock and below... The creatures waiting, excited by the scent of blood.
He just needed to tilt the platter.
He heard a whimper.
In a split second he did something he would regret for the rest of his life. He dropped the platter, got a hold of one of the guards' scimitars and sliced the man's head off, then kicked everything down.
He was panting, skin clammy and cold. His hand let the sword fall down and he let the guards get him. Link closed his eyes, expecting to be launched to his death next. But...
"What an interesting act of mercy. I didn't know we had someone with morals in our pack of disposables. You, take him to the inner city. Make sure he gets a real bath and some real clothes. I am a bit disappointed by the fact he has no been shaved but..." the king's words felt like the promise of a shadow. Then his laughter made him open his eyes and stupidly look at him. Startled, he saw yellow irises looking back. "Ah, it would be so ironic if he were to get his hair longer, don't you think? I want him pretty and clean."
Link... was not dead.
But he had the feeling that that would be far better than whatever awaited him now.
"You, come."
He followed.
He was bathed again, scrubbed until his skin turned pink, then he was donned in lotions and soft silks and cottons and his hair got an attempt at brushing. The prosthetic was nowhere to be found. Link was led to a different, way too lavish, room and told to wait. He sat down and tried not to panic. His right hand felt funny, even when he could clearly see it was missing. His non-dominant hand. Link sighed, long and deep and, he hoped, calming, as he clutched the stump. Useless, faulty, not whole... His missing arm hurt.
"You," Link looked up, startled. A frowning Gerudo was looking at him. She had long hair on a ponytail and was wearing clothing similar to the king's. "Come."
Link got up and followed the woman. Others saluted her and he came to know her name was Aveil. She must've been one of the close generals on the king's inner circle. She also seemed quite confident with her stance.
"My lord! I've brought it."
"Good. Leave it here, you may retire."
"By your leave," Aveil said, bowing slightly to the man before she pushed Link into the room and closed the door behind her.
The room was... Too big. Filled with decorative curtains, embroideries, wood furniture, small knicknacks that seemed to be more expensive than his childhood home.
"Hm... Analytical, aren't we?"
Link looked at the king. Yellow eyes pierced blue. This time, Link held the stare. The king laughed.
"Come closer, boy."
Ignoring the moniker, Link walked closer until he was standing right in front of the king, eyes examining the man. He wasn't wearing armor, but his senses were warning him of the danger. Then man got up and approached him forcing Link to crane up his neck to look up at his face. As all the other Gerudo, his hair was red. Unlike all the others, he was a man and his skin was... green. And he was huge! Bigger than any other person Link had ever seen. The king's hand grabbed him by the jaw and moved his head one way and the other, examining him in return. He heard a hum but he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing for him.
"Now... You owe me the life of a slave," the man said and Link frowned. The king laughed. "Yes, boy. He was mine to dispose of however I wanted and you killed him. Granted, he was already done for and he would have been eaten alive, but that was for me to decide. Not you. However... I can see you have potential. Tell me, boy, what did you do before you got purchased?"
Link wanted to swat that hand off his face, but with a size like that he was sure the man could easily squish his head in a fist, and he seemed to be strong enough to do so. He swallowed, thickly, before he responded.
"T'was a soldier. I fought'ta wor. We lost. Me got catch en' sold," he said, his pronunciation horrible enough to make him wonder if he would be understood. The king squinted at him.
"Is Hylian not your first language, boy?" His question caught Link off war, making him tense. He shook his head within the hold of the king, who seemed to be pondering about something. "Hmm... So you are from that one small nation fighting against Hylian expansion, are you not?" Link's eyes became wide as he palled. He had been sold to the Gerudo, who were more or less on amicable talks with the Hylians. He was still on enemy territory. Instantly he felt a vague sense of vertigo. The king laughed. It sounded cruel to his ears but the man released Link's jaw. "So you are not Hylian, is that correct, boy?" As he asked, his hand moved back to Link's head and he nodded. He was, indeed, not Hylian. "But your ears..."
The king's hand caressed his ear from head to point. When the huge digits touched the cartilage at the point, however, Link felt a rush of heat through his body, leaving him breathless as blood rushed to his cheeks. His legs shook and gave way, making him fall onto the tiled ground. The king smiled as he watched, eyes a bit too intense, as if he had discovered some really interesting sweet. Then, he walked back to his throne like chair and laid down, then beckoned Link to sit on the steps that came up to the throne where some cushions had been put. "Sit there, boy. I find it funny how you know Hylian but have such a horrible accent. Do tell me, why did you learn it?"
"T'insult t'enemy. Thay was confusse. We gawt morale," he answered, truthfully. The king guffaw startled him making him jump in place. The heavy hand of the man befell onto his head to caress his hair in a comforting way and Link felt heat on his cheeks once again. He was getting treated like a pet.
"Perhaps you don't know, so let me introduce myself, boy. I am Ganondorf, King of the Gerudo. Now... do you have a name or should I choose one for you?"
Link panicked at the question so he answered almost instantly, not wanting his name to get changed, now that he had a sliver of opportunity of retaining his own self even if he had been sold as property. "Link."
"Link... Hmm... Alright, Link, that will be our little secret. No one can know your name. It belongs to me, now, as you do already, are we clear? You cannot share that name with anyone and you will be responding to the name I choose for you when we are in public. Were you to fail this simple task I will feed you to my pets myself. And you will not be spared the magnificent opportunity of feeling how their teeth crack your bones and tear your flesh like the slave you killed today. You have to remember, pet, that you belong to me and I can and will do anything I want with you. Is that understood?"
The hand petting his head was soft and caring but the words were harsh and painted a grim future for a slip he could get. His body was tense once again, wanting to fight against his fate, but instead he nodded and murmured his agreement.
"Now, Link... I think I will be calling you... Eromenos. That's going to be your name for now on. And you... Only when we are alone, you will call me Erastes. When we are with other people, you will address me as protocol mandates: Your Majesty, My Lord, or My King. You can know my name but you are forbidden to use it. If you understand say so now," the king said finishing his sentence by fisting Link's hair and forcing his face up making him wince.
"Undstood!" Link explaimed and Ganondorf released him, chuckling warmly now as he patter him.
"Good boy. Now, how old are you?"
"'round 24... Loss count."
"Hmm... Not a bad age. You are still young but you are starting to mature. That means you have good sense and won't be doing stupid things. Now, Eromenos, get up and fill my goblet, I tire of this and want to drink. The pitcher to the left has wine, the one to the right has water. I want wine. Do not mix them up and serve me well."
Link nodded and got up. It was an easy enough tast to do even without the aid of the prosthetic and he managed to not spill any of it. Ganondorf seemed pleased with him and by the end of the day he was led to an annex room where he had enough privacy. This... seemed better than living in the slaves' quarter but he just felt like a heavy chain had been added to the already metaphorical ones tying him up to the place. Link took a deep breath and got ready for this new development.
For the next few weeks, Link kept acting like Ganondorf's personal cupbearer and getting accostumed to reacting to being called Eromenos by that deep voice that always felt like it was mocking him. And, indeed, the king enjoyed putting Link in situations of embarrassment. One day, he gave Link a short gladius and told him to fight one of the Gerudo guards. He was frozen to his spot until the woman attacked him and he managed to roll out of the way of the blade. He was at a disadvantage, not having been given another prosthetic to aid him as he "didn't need it anymore", his sword being shorter than the scimitar and his own body lacking the propper training to uphold his former acuity. He got cut on his torso, arm and legs and when he was kicked down and was about to receive a devastating blow Ganondorf stopped the match. Link was too shaken by his almost death to get what words were said after but he had enough pressence to understand that the following laughter was about mocking him and his inhability of fighting back.
"Call a healer for my Eromenos. He is hurt," Ganondorf said between chuckles. Link, who was panting, tried to get up on his own but his hand, moist because of the sweat and the blood, slipped and he fell right back onto the floor. And then... Something strange happened: one guard approached to help him up and she looked at him... It made him feel uncomfortable and yet he accepted the offered hand but before their fingers could touch themselves a wave of some kind pushed the ward and she slammed against the wall, wheezing and coughing as she slid to the floor. "I changed my mind. No one touches him unless I permit it," Ganondorf said in a cheerful voice as he approached Link with a kind smile. It made Link's skin crawl. The man knelt and hauled him into his arms. Link bit back a hiss of pain as his open wounds rubbed against the man's armour. "Now... Tell the healer to come to my chambers."
He was put directly on top of Ganondorf's bed and Link's heart wouldn't stop hammering. The healed entered mere moments later so they weren't alone for long but the way Ganondorf was looking at him now... It made him feel in danger. The healer got permission to touch Link and he was undressed completely to treat all and any of his wounds. He was uncomfortable but as he got reminded day in and day out he wasn't a person anymore so... It didn't matter. However... Ganondorf was staring too much.
"Done. Would you like to invest a potion on this, too, my lord?"
"Hmm... What do you think? Does it make sense to waste one potion or the use of the salve would suffice? Is it worth it?"
Link was looking at his feet as he stood there, the salve stinging on his wounds but it had worked on cutting off the blood and it seemed like the cuts were closing already.
"I'm no sure, my lord. That would depend on how much value you are giving it," the healer said as she closed her bag and walked to the door.
Link still didn't mind being called boy, it or treated as if he wasn't even present, but today, being left alone with Ganondorf made his skin prickle with discomfort and danger. Something was very different in the way the yellow eyes looked at him and it made him want to run and rub at his skin with a sponge until he felt... clean.
"Well... It seems the salve will have to do for now..." Ganondorf walked to his throne and sat down, spreading his thick thighs, unlacing his breeches. "Come, Eromenos." Link approached and took a seat between the man's legs, knees on the cushions of the steps. The man pulled out his cock. It was already half hard and Link could smell its musk. He tried not to gag. "Lick me, Link. I want you to lick me. Up and down, use your mouth and tongue to pleasure your king as he deserves. Do you know how? I think you do. You must have served before to your fellow comrades, right? Answer me... I want to hear you."
Link shook his head, looking down at his lap.
"I... I not ever... Not with man. Not with woman." He peeked up a little and what he found made him feel faint, becoming so pale he must have looked ghastly. Ganondorf looked quite pleased by the answer.
"So... You are a virgin? Is that it?" Link nodded and Ganondorf laughed. "Ah... What a fine treat you make... I should have taken you to bed that first night. How blind I was as to not see your true worth. But now... Today I saw. Everyone saw... They wanted you, but, you know... You belong to me. So no one else can touch you. Now, come closer, you may touch me if you need. Do as I say, and everything will go smoothly."
Link doubted so but he followed suit and came closer. He opened his mouth as he approached Ganondorf's member and gave a small lick to it, gasping at the velvety texture of the skin, so different to the coarse and calloused hands, or the strong forearms. Ganondorf reclined himself some more, spreading himself wider and Link put his hands atop those meaty thighs, powerful and strong. Swallowing, he did it again, this time, from base to almost the tip.
"Good boy. Now... Tease my head, use only your tongue, boy. Is that clear? Be careful with your teeth and you may suck too. That will feel fantastic."
Link nodded, stomach knotted with apprehension. He focused on doing mechanical movements. This was nothing. This was... This was nothing. Just... just normal interaction between... between a master and his slave... He licked Ganondorf's shaft, he teased the head and even became bold enough to put it whole into his mouth, even when it was so big... The precome flooded his mouth, salty and thick and maybe slightly bitter, and he did his best in swallowing and not making a disgusted face. Ganondorf's hand rested on his head now, softly caressing his hair, applying some pressure so Link would get more and more of that huge cock into his mouth.
"Just... angle yourself... Try to... open your throat..."
The instruction sounded stupid even to his ears and quite useless but all in all, he did his best.
And he choked.
Link tried to pull away but Ganondorf pushed him forward, even when he was spasming, panicking, trying to cough.
"Calm down! Breath through your nose."
Those words did little to help but it was true, he needed to calm down and to breathe through his nose and after a whole minute passed he managed to stop the gagging, eyes filled with tears after the coughing attack. And then, Ganondorf pulled him closer and closer until his nose was buried on the curly pubes. The scent of the man was so strong there it was making him dizzy. Or perhaps it was that he couldn't breath as much as his lungs needed. Still he was in this situation and there was nothing to do to stop this.
Ganondorf started to move his hips, fucking Link's mouth and throat. The blonde closed his eyes, his ears getting assaulted by the man's moans and breezy words. Link stopped trying to make sense of what was going on and just did his best not to choke again on that huge dick. He felt it was ridiculously big. Who had such a thing between their legs? So impractical and insulting and-
Ganondorf let out a throaty moan and Link felt the spasming of his body against his lips and face when the king pushed against his head as hard as he could, emptying himself inside Link. He wanted to cry as he felt the goop, hotter than his throat, going down. He swallowed as tears ran down his cheeks and he prayed it would be over soon now but... Ganondorf didn't pull away, no, he stayed in place, recovering from his orgasm. He patted Link on the head and then reached for a nearby book.
"Stay like this, Eromenos, just a little bit longer. You did well today, I will reward you later."
Link could't believe what was being asked of him. He wanted to pull away right away but even if he did... Ganondorf was keeping one hand on his head, just caressing his hair. Luckily, Ganondorf pulled away shortly after, making Link gag and cough, but his hand still held and caressed his hair. His teary eyes looked up onto glazed yellow. Ganondorf seemed pleased. He tried very hard not to notice the long, thick thread of saliva and something else connecting his mouth to the king's cock. He suppressed a shiver of disgust.
"Ah, Eromenos... Today you can sleep with me. Aren't you happy, Eromenos?"
That kind of wording meant Ganondorf wanted to hear him speak.
"Yes, Erastes," he croaked, feeling his throat sore after it was assaulted in such a way.
"Good boy. Now... As of today, you will have a change in your wardrobe. I kind of like seeing your skin so you are going to wear something a little more revealing. And... Well, you already know, you cannot be touched by anyone else, but I would love to paint on you myself some designs. If they were to get smeared... I will know to kill someone. What do you think? Don't you feel favoured?"
"Y-yes... Erastes."
Favoured... Link had been collared and trapped.
That night, he was unable to sleep, having that bulky form all over him, encasing, entrapping him. His plans for escaping in under two years hade gone up like smoke, disappearing in the wind. Being favored in his situation meant mote eyes on him.
For the next two weeks he wasn't even given "strenuous" task, but the king now had Link seat on his lap to feed him, feeling either against his thigh or ass the bulge between Ganondorf's legs. And it wasn't that the man sported a continuous erection, no. He was just big. His touches had also become more audacious and possessive and it was clear the man enjoyed showcasing his newest toy. Link feared that this would repercute in a very bad way were he fell out of favour with the king. People would take that as permission to torment him. So, while staying in the good graces of the king was tormenting, falling out of favour could mean something even worse.
As time passed, he became more and more convinced that he wouldn't leave the palace ever again... Unless the king disposed of him... Or he changed his plans.
There was an upside for the situation, though. Link had tons of time to explore the place and make a mental map. Also, his diet was better now. No shoes nor exercise, though, so he wouldn't be able to run if he wanted. However, after the first two days of wandering and nothing happening come night when he was called to sit by Ganondorf's side, he became bolder. And people became used to him being in places "he shouldn't be". That... Gave him hope.
And the hope grew with each passing day.
He had to be subjected to the disgusting affair of pleasuring the king, however, but with the notion of nor being really controlled, he felt he could endure. After all, he just needed to use his mouth and let the king grope him however he wanted.
It could be worse, he kept telling himself every time he had to open his mouth to let that monstrous thing in. For better or worse, Link had become quite good at not choking while taking Ganondorf into his throat and even became bold with his hands. A tiny bit of himself felt proud of how he had managed to learn all what the king liked and avoid the things he didn't.
Almost a whole year after his batch of slaves had been brought to the fort, Link's hair was long enough to show he wasn't a mere "servant" nevertheless a slave, but everyone knew he was one. Link's plan seemed to be working as he "laid low" while mapping the whole place. And with unbridled access to virtually everywhere, Link knew where the horses were, the storage of food and water, the routes, when and where people opened the gates... He knew everything he needed to know about the place to make an escape. And Ganondorf's interest in him seemed to be lukewarm the past few weeks with only being summoned in his presence once or twice and not even being needed at the king's chamber by night.
He should have suspected foul play but... Who would try to do that to a slave? So Link continued to play pretend and act as the perfect toy. Blissfully unaware.
But one day... Link was walking around, doing his usual surveillance to get acquired better with the guards' shifts and routes –sometimes those got changed and he needed to see if there was a pattern to be able to predict their movements– when he saw something that made him stop in his tracks. And envoy. And he recognized the crest.
He quickly hid and looked down.
Hylians.
The Gerudo where talking with Hylians.
His Hylian had gotten way better and while he still spoke with numerous errors, he could understand everything much better, as well as some tidbits of Gerudo. So he waited and slid "through the cracks". People had gotten so used to seeing him they wouldn't even bat an eyelash and so long no one touched him, smearing Ganondorf's paintwork, no one would do anything. So he got in position, and waited. He was still hidden, though, no need to risk being spotted, even if no one cared.
Not long after, the door opened again and Ganondorf entered. He was speaking with a blonde, Hylian woman and Link's heart hammered in his chest. She wore the Hylian Royal Family's crest on her clothes. He grit his teeth, fisting his hand with enough force to feel his short nails against his palm, his other arm giving him the phantom pain of having been severed.
"So now, we are in agreement the woods should be allocated accordingly," the woman was saying.
"I doubt we were never in agreement on that point, lady Zelda. But since we assisted in the war..."
The woman huffed, but she kept her regal composure.
"Yes, you did provide us with intel and resources. However, it was us who defeated them."
"Hardly difficult. I saw myself how they fought. They were brave and were ready to lay down their lives to defend their lands and mines, but they were merely farmers, a couple of soldiers in the mix. With a fifth of my personal guard, I could have accomplished the same in less time. Now... I believe we should revisit the map and the new borders."
"Lord Ganondorf, you are acting a bit out of character. May I know why the sudden interest on something you never cared about before?"
"Oh, I just so happen to have acquired a pet from those lands and was curious to see if with my own eyes, lady Zelda."
"In that case, lord Ganondorf, you shall be granted permission to cross the borders and come as a visitor with a special safe-conduct allowing you and a small entourage. In case you saw goods you would want to purchase such as wood, animals or plants, you will get a special discou-"
"No, my dear queen. That would hardly be the same."
"I don't think my citizens would feel comfortable if our broders were to be so... Close to one another. As it is now, the canyon seems good enough of a natural border."
Ganondorf let out a boisterous laughter.
"Worried I might try to invade you next? We have some good trading agreements and your own policies gives us enough slaves. We would not want to change that for the world, lady Zelda. Also, we both know that war between our nations would only result in catastrophe. I know my allies well."
The woman made a non-committal sound and Link... Link wanted to jump out of his hiding spot and attack that woman. She had been the one that for five years pressured his nation with stupid border policies until her own scavengers provoked them and his king decided enough was enough. They would have won. Or at the very least, they could have manage to get an armistice in which they would regain a bit of power but...
Ganondorf, my slaver, is the one who aided the Hylians. He is part of the reason...
He wanted to cry, but instead, he bit his lips and inclined his head. The tears would ruin the makeup Ganondorf insisted on putting on Link and he would know something had happened. And after that, he would get the truth out of Link's lips as he always did. Link couldn't win against the man.
It was stupid but a sense of betrayal washed over him like a huge wave, almost making him stumble. He put his hand against the wall to keep balance. Ganondorf had never been on Link's side. He was just a pet for the man. A toy...
For the rest of the conference, Link was unable to focus on the words that were being said, more focused on not making any sound as he cried in silence, tears never touching his cheeks, but moistening his eyelashes.
It wasn't until the room was vacated and left in the dark that Link managed to breathe and recover. The sun had finally set down when he felt well enough to move and leave.
"Hey, feeder! Lord Ganondorf was asking for you. You skipped dinner," a voice startled him. When he turned around he saw Ganondorf's General, Aveil. She seemed to be in a bad mood. Link only nodded and walked towards the dinning room but was stopped. "No. Go to His Majesty's chambers."
And he did. When he entered, the king was comfortably laying on his lounge, reading a map. Link felt a void in the pit of his stomach. As he approached, he recognized it. It was a map his his homeland with several lines drawn all across it, cutting it up in chunks.
To be shared between the Gerudo and the Hylians...
"There you are, Eromenos. I've been told that you have the habit of wander. But remember to never skip time with me again, or I will have to punish you in public. For tonight, you will go without dinner, and tomorrow you will get the collar on. Two months on the leash should show you to behave, don't you think? Now, come here. I see you have recognized this," the man said, gleefully. Link almost spat some very colorful words he had learnt by listening on in the barracks while the Gerudo soldiers practised. Instead he tried not to frown and approached them man.
When he got close enough he was snatched and then examined. "I see that you behaved well. No one touched you today either. And... Your lips... Did you bite them? Don't do that, Eromenos, they have to be soft and plump for me. Now... See this? I want you to point at where your home was. As a gift, I thought you would like to have ownership of it. But you are not behaving well, so I won't give it to you just yet."
Link stared, limply. He suddenly felt nothing. Not even when Ganondorf called him. Not when he felt his thumb caressing his lips. Not even when the beard scratched his face or when the king pushed his tongue in.
"I think I reserve a little treat, don't you think so, too, Link?"
That was when he felt something again.
Fear.
"These past weeks I have been so busy," the man continued, putting the map away. "I wanted this to be a surprise for you, you see? I even entertained the Hylians." It sounded fake. Like an excuse. But, really, did the king need one anyways?
The hands caressed him like they hadn't ever. Link felt the pit of his stomach turn into an abyss. He knew something bad was going to happen to him though he couldn't quite –nor wanted to– fathom what it was. However... The king adjusted Link in his lap and then he felt the man's cock pressing between his own two legs, forced apart by the bulk of the Gerudo. The king was hard.
Ganondorf stood up after grinding against Link for less than a minute and brought him to the bed. Link's breathing became laboured as the man laid him down and began caressing the expanse of his body, smudging the body paint. His mouth slid down Link's chin, peppering the column of his neck with soft kisses first, rough bites later. As he trembled, Link let out sounds of pain, that the king, no doubt, took as pleasure. Or perhaps he didn't even notice, too focused on his own pleasure.
The delicate, soft clothes that covered his modesty were torn to shreds and his legs forced apart, as rough, calloused hands touched him.
"Hmm... Perhaps we have neglected your hair too much. These here have to go," Ganondorf said as of talking about the weather, with his hand groping Link. "Nevermind now. You will get shaved and waxed later, now..."
Link had closed his eyes, not wanting to see anything, however he could feel it. He heard rustling, and felt the bed dipping here and there and he was shaking, a sob escaping his lips as his eyes welled with tears behind his eyelids.
He gasped, then wailed softly when a wet, oily finger pressed against his annus. His first instinct was to tighten up and try to close his legs. He was rewarded with a slap –his head reeled, and his cheek stung–, one knee keeping one of his legs down, a hand holding his other one and the finger pressing harder in, unyielding, relentless.
"Don't make me waste my time, Eromenos, I can get another pet if I want but right now I want you and you will behave. Breathe out and relax or this will hurt you."
Yes... Of course... Link knew by now, if Ganondorf wanted something, even if he could get anything else instead, he would get it, no matter the cost. And his words meant, clearly, that Link would be the one with the short stick. And yet... He didn't want to yield. He didn't want to give that man the satisfaction. The warrior in him wanted to fight to the bitter end!
The finger prodded him and pressed against some place that made open his eyes, gasping. At his reaction, he saw with abject horror how Ganondorf began smiling, his whole demeanor relaxing and calming down from the tense aggression that mist have been on his shoulders when Link did not follow his instructions.
"Oh... There? You like it there?" No... No! "I see... Just let me..."
Link gasped, curling, as that finger began doing things... His body started to ignite. Before, all sexual desire was off the table, no matter how the man had touched him, or kissed him. But it seemed there was a way to skip past his disgust and repulsion and that way was massaging a part of himself buried deep. Ganondorf was enjoying it, seeing his misery, his shame.
With his hand, he gripped the silken sheets, gasping and sobbing. Ganondorf did not have any qualms in making a fool out of him and the king seemed quite pleased that he had found a new way of toying with his favourite plaything.
Soon enough the lone finger became two, and Link started to shake anew. The man was successfully stretching his ass, scissoring his fingers open. Even if he were to try and kick the man off, Link knew there was no escape.
He turned his head away, crying softly, as a third finger was added. A tight fit with how bing and meaty those fingers were. He wanted to leave, to be somewhere else. He'd rather be back at cleaning the manure, or even at the battlefield, buried under foe and friend, slowly getting pressed until he exhaled his last breath. Instead, Ganondorf decided he was bored and released him. His surprise lasted little, as he was flipped over, chest pressed against the mattress, ass up in the air.
Gabondorf's hands grabbed both his globes, squeezing and even slapping them. The man laughed.
"Just how easily does your skin mark? You should bear mine on it. But look, it's already turning red," he commented, chuckling while he spanked him twice more. Then, he spread his cheeks and looked at his hole. "Beautiful, glistening and twitching for me... Now... I think I have been very patient with you, don't you think? You must be used to me by now, Eromenos."
The tip of something hard, hot, and moist pressed right against his ring of muscle. Link gasped.
"N-no..." he whined, getting a hand on the back of his head that pressed his face onto the cushions as Ganondorf's cock started pushing against him, forcing its way in.
"I don't want to hear you say anything, Eromenos, unless it's to call for me, or a very enthusiastic yes. Anything else will warrant for me to shut you up. You are pretty, Eromenos, but not that pretty."
Link wasn't able to breathe. He was panicking already when Ganondorf gripped his hair and pulled him up, arching his spine. He took a greedy gulp of air, coughing. The position made it easier for Ganondorf's dick to slip in. His whole head had breached into his body. Link shivered as another cry was torn from his throat.
"Do you understand what I want, Eromenos? Use your words."
"Y-yes... Erastes..." He hiccuped, tears smearing his makeup and running down his cheeks. His left one felt on fire still from the slap.
Ganondorf, holding him by the hair and his hip, pushed futher in.
"Good. Tonight I don't want you doing anything else. We will see about tomorrow. You seem to have a good pair of legs, even if your hand alone would be useless. I wouldn't mind having you ride me while I lay back, how does that sound?"
It was and wasn't a question, as Link's only possible answer was "yes" anyways. Ganondorf just released his hair to grab him by the throat and forcing the same position on his back, with now the added pressure to his windpipe. The king leaned down, sliding further in, and took his mouth, biting his lips, coaxing his tongue to "play" with his own, demanding, taking everything that he perceived as his. Link, in short. His toy, his possession, his slave.
Tears dribbled down his cheeks as Ganondorf swallowed his cries of pain. His ass was on fire, it hurt. It hurt so much. And the more Ganondorf pressed in, the bigger the stretch.
Link just wanted to be able to dissociate, like when he was in the battlefield. At times, he would just... Black out, and come back to his senses after it was all done, drenched in sweat, hurt all over, blood and mud staining him everywhere. But as much as he tried to invoke that state, it seemed as if Ganondorf's presence alone negated hos desire.
He had to be very present in this moment.
The hand on his throat tightened and he felt faint, less and less air to breathe, his heart and head pounding... Mayhaps he would faint losing his consciousness? That would be a mercy. Ganondorf chose that exact moment to release him, breaking the kiss with a sound of satisfaction, licking his lips.
Link slumped forwards.
"Ah, delicious. Now... For the main course..."
Both of his hands were gripping Link's hips now, pressing hand with his fingers and palms, as if... As if wanting to bruise him. He choked a sob when the king started pulling out instead of pushing in more. He felt something on his backside and when he chanced a look he saw Ganondorf smearing even more oil onto his shaft and around Link's asshole.
He turned away, jaw set and hand gripping hard the soft material of the bedsheets.
He braced himself but when Ganondorf started thrusting, shallowly at least, he couldn't help a yelp. That awarded him with a spank on his ass, stinging his skin and turning it red. He gasped.
The movement resumed and Link bit his lips, whimpering softly with each new thrust, trying not not cry too loud as Ganondorf became rougher, ramming onto him. It reached a point where the man was just moving Link like a toy to pleasure himself, a hole for his dick to fuck.
I'm just a thing... I don't exist... They don't see me as a living, breathing person...
He began crying anew, but this time it was because after a year or so, it finally dawned on him: Link wasn't a person anymore, just an object.
The hands gripping his hips tightened their hold. He heard Ganondorf on top of him panting, breathing fast, his sweat falling onto Link's back. The slapping sound of his thighs and groin hitting Link's ass was getting wetter and wetter as the man ruthlessly rammed faster and faster. Link couldn't even breathe on his own as each hit forced him to exhale, setting the pace with which he had to breathe.
Ganondorf was tensing up. That could only mean one thing: his plight would finish... And he would be completely stained, defiled.
The king shouted as he came, slamming twice, thrice more, emptying himself into Link, his semen hotter than Link's own inner temperature. He felt every single droplet burning his insides.
Ganondorf slumped on top of Link, squishing him, uncaring, as he panted like a boar. Link felt all the air leaving his lungs once again under the weight of the giant that the king was. Then, Ganondorf leaned on his forearms, giving Link a bit of space, before he grabbed him by the neck to kiss him roughly.
Through it all, his dick was still buried deep inside.
"Now..." the king panted. "I think you can sleep tonight with me. Aren't you lucky, Eromenos?"
It took all of his willpower for him to manage the "Yes... Erastes..." He almost cried... He was half choking on unshed tears.
The night passed on slowly with Link sobbing, covering his mouth, feeling that disgusting monster all over him, even inside. He saw the night turn into early morning and felt Ganondorf stir at his back, finally pulling out making him wince. He ashamedly gave thanks for all the oil the man had used, or this would have felt quite different.
"Hmm... Good morning, Eromenos," Ganondorf said, nuzzling against him. "I slept well, thanks to you. I enjoyed yesterday. What do you say we repeat it tonight?"
"Y-yes... Erastes..."
"Good boy... Let's get washed up. I am thinking about letting you attend to me in the baths today. You should know what to do, after all."
Link just followed suit, limping behind the king. He wasn't offered anything to cover with and as he walked, Ganondorf's come started sliding off, staining him between his legs. Servants prepared Ganondorf's bath while Link stood there, naked, marked all over with come sliding down his legs.
They seemed to be ignoring his presence there, but he was sure they saw. They must know. Even by just the smell. Link felt nauseated.
"Link," hearing his name from Ganondorf startled him enough to flinch. "Come here and take the sponge, you will clean my back today."
He followed the instructions, limping, wincing. His whole body hurt, his throat, his back... Everywhere... But he did as told with one one hand, being chastised or praised. Once the man was done with him he was allowed to also bathe in Ganondorf's already used water.
"Don't waste it, Eromenos. I will come get you when I finish dressing. If you aren't done by then..."
It was clear he would be paraded however he was when Ganondorf was ready so he rushed to clean himself. It was painful and felt humiliating. He was barely done when the man came back into the bathroom and ordered him out the bath.
Feeling like a wet rat, he got out and... To his surprise, Ganondorf's servants helped him getting dry. Then, they put a white, silky sirwal on him that let the side of his thighs completely bare, the waist of it sat low on his body, and then there was a choker put around his neck, only it wasn't a choker, but a collar. His hair was brushed but left down.
"Let's go, pet."
Ganondorf yanked at the chain attached to his collar and Link stumbled and almost fell but managed to keep his balance.
He limped behind the king. Everyone they crossed paths with saluted the king first and foremost and then stole glances at him, eyes going to the dark shadows of handprints on his exposed hips, the teeth marks all over his neck or the collar that showed his low status.
They walked through the palace until they entered the throne room where Ganondorf took his throne and Link was given the mercy of keeping near the wall, sitting on a cushion and half hidden by a column.
Court started after the king ate, and Link focused on the cushion, trying not to bite his lips. His master wouldn't be happy with that.
"Eromenos." Link looked up, Ganondorf was staring at him. "Tonight, we can see if you also reach your peak. If you fail to do so, I think it will be better for you to get a cage, as it seems your own manhood is useless."
Link palled.
"Sire, if I may?"
"Go ahead."
"If something isn't of use... If you zip his sac, cutting off the blood flow, it will eventually fall off. I have seen people doing that to bulls and it seems to be a good method."
"Hmm. It would seem so, but I first would require to see if my pet is capable of orgasming. He was only responsive for a while. However, I will take your suggestion into account. He doesn't need to reproduce, after all."
"Thank you, sire."
What were these barbarians talking about? Cage? Sac? He started shaking as slowly, he began to understand. If he did not come the next time his owner raped him, it would be seen as his cock being useless so they would what... Castrate him? Because he didn't reach the orgasm?
Close to hyperventilating, Link looked back down at the cushion, starting counting the threads that made up the intricate design. He needed to calm down or he would run to the balcony and throw himself to the sands.
"...like that. However, I think there's someone who would be interested in knowing more. Eromenos!"
Link, startled, looked up, directly at the king, still a bit dizzy from the last conversation. He remembered not to look into the man's face. He saw that the man was beckoning him and Link, face pale, got up as best as he could and limped to his side. He ignored the gasps of surprise when he made his "appearance" and just focused on reaching his owner. Once by his side, he was hauled up and sat on his meaty thigh. Link winced.
"You see, Zelda, this one here is an oddity."
At the mention of that name Link's head turned so fast he felt whiplash on his neck. Zelda and some more women were there. Zelda... The Hylian Queen who had declared war against his homeland.
Link's lips trembled, eyes filling with tears. His heart was raging and his hand, his left hand, his dominant hand, fisted. He would have sunk a knife in her chest.
While Link saw himself stabbing the Hylian queen, Ganondorf made a gesture and a map was brought to him, laid in front of them. He tapped Link on his side, as if he were an animal, and the blonde looked at the king.
"Link, be a dear and point at where in this map was your homeland."
He looked down at the map. Without hesitation, he pointed.
"Right there. The Woods and the lands within, Erastes."
"Good boy." He received another tap as a reward. "Now, Zelda, if you remember our last session, you will also remember I mentioned having found something interesting in these lands and why I helped you. You see, the thing is... The people living there, the Kokiri, are descendants of the Hyrule Royal Family, so, technically speaking, they would also have claim to your throne. On the other hand, Link here... I acquired him thanks to your slave trade and after I discovered the hidden gemstone he is, I investigated him a little. Seems like he is the cousin, thrice removed, of the Kokiri king you slaughtered. And since the whole Kokiri Royal Family perished, Link is the last one with claims to their throne. Now, imagine you never left the desert alive... Who do you think would be the perfect one to claim both thrones? And... Who is it who has said person under his care?"
Link was a bit lost about what was going on, his mind, yet again, lost in the need for vengeance. A bloody one. Revenge. But he did notice how the queen palled and her followers got ready for a fight. The Gerudo guards were closing in on them.
"Link... Eromenos... Do you want to be king?"
Ganondorf's words were but a whisper in his ear.
Notes:
Special petition: If I forgot to tag anything that seems relevan, please do tell me. I've been writing this chapter throughout months. I am not even sure what I could have missed on that department. Please and thank you.
For those who don't know (this is a very very very abridged explanation): Eromenos is a Greek word (the plural is Eromenoi) that refers to a young(er) person. The master/older denominator would be Erastes (erastai).
Why am I using this word? Because my dear Hakvrei uses it in her works. This is a wink to her.
Guuuurrrrllll, I am excited for that little thing you are working on. Also quite excited about the Swift Roleplay. ✨✨
Now, I am going to try and finish the rest of the chapters before October rolls by hahaha... Haha... ha... :')
Chapter 28: Cockbulge (Uniform continuation)
Notes:
I just realised I also lied about the chapters not being related to one another, lol.
I don't know what to tag this. I forgot how to tag.
Let's say...
Chapter's Tags:
Semipublic sex
Shameless
Oral sex
Cock worship(?)
Chapter Text
28. Cock bulge
After one strenuous morning of sending letters, receiving packages and attending clients, Link let himself plof onto a char in the break room. He just needed a bit of respite, eat something, drink something, and he would be right back at work. One would think that being a postman wasn't a difficult job but he needed to know all the addresses, or, at the very least, know the whole map by heart, so he would be able to locate all the streets and never get lost. On top of that, he also needed to carry all the letters and packages. It was exhausting but rewarding.
Link took a deep breath and opened his water bottle taking a long gulp and when he looked around to see who else was in the break room he nearly choked. Right there, sprawled on a chair maybe a little too small for him, the other new hire was reading the newspaper, legs spread, showcasing his glorious-
Link's hands shook so bad his bottle fell while he coughed. The man got up and walked up to him to pat him on his back.
"Easy, there. What happened? Went to the wrong pipe?" his velvety voice said, there was a bit of myrth in that tone, and Link just felt his cheeks on fire –as well as his back, where that huge hand was patting him.
"F-cough I'm fine... Thanks, cough cough."
"Sure," the other man said, smirking. Link felt his legs shaking. His eye level while standing was around the man's lower belly, perhaps his navel. However, sitting like this...
Merciful Hylia! I can see the outline!
His eyes bulged out when the object of his admiration got closer to his face.
"See anything you like?"
Unfair! That voice, paired with that body... And the uniform that seemed to be about to get ripped at the wrong movement. All his blood rushed south and he whimpered, closing his own legs and covering himself with his palms, while he leaned over. He heard Ganondorf laugh –because yes, he knew the other's man name, not that he had been replaying it in his mind all night long before he went to work.
"I also see something I like."
Whimpering again, Link went all in. He pressed his face against Ganondorf's groin, inhaling deeply the musky scent and feeling it come to life. He also heard the man moan. Link started mouthing at his bulge, and given how there was a layer of fabric –it felt so thin, he could swear he tasted the man already– between his prize and his lips he used his teeth too.
Ganondorf's hand went to his head and he was squished between it and his bulge. Link was in Heaven. He moaned, loud enough to be heard even when it was muffled by the piece of meat pressed against his face.
He became bolder still and his hands went to the hem of the shorts, pulling them down with some difficulty –the way the fabric was holding on for dear life and not ripping was to be admired– and instantly began the glorious task of licking that tasteful shaft, thick, veiny... He didn't even minded the hairs at the base, while his hands toyed with the man's "family jewels".
Even trying to think the correct name made him blush... A wonder, really, as he had the man's sex right stuck to his face and mouth.
Link focused on his task at hand, receiving a myriad of encouraging moans and groans from the man above. For once in his life he was glad he was a "midget", as he now had the "perfect height".
Ganondorf's pants became erratic until he started tensing up. Link decided to try and get at least part of that behemoth if a dick inside his mouth, massaging the rest of it –there was no way he could fit even half of it into his mouth without practising at least a couple of times– and did his best to also use his tongue to tease the man.
He was rewarded.
With interest.
His ears filled with that velvety and deep voice that would haunt his wettest dreams from then on, and his mouth flooded with the taste of liquid orgasm. He tried his best to swallow but it was unavoidable that some got spilled from the corner of his mouth, dribbling down his chin and staining his uniform.
Link was enjoying the moment when steps were heard coming from the corridor outside the break room. Ganondorf pulled away and tucked himself in, his cheeks darker than before, chest raising and falling fast. He coughed and went back to his own chair, leaving Link rooted on the spot and looking way more unkept than Ganondorf, who by now, was looking collected and fine –except for his still dark cheeks and tight clothing that just made Link think some very nefarious things he wanted to do with the man.
The door got opened and Link rushed to hunch in front of his half eaten lunch, using a napkin to try and wipe his face and top.
"Ah, the new recruits! How's the day going?"
Shit... If the other postmen wanted to chitchat, Link was screwed. He threw a nervous glance towards the redheaded man, looking for complicity, or sympathy even, but what he found was a smirk, and a gaze that told him he was on his own.
What an asshole! ... Stupid, dumb, sexy asshole!
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