Watched over by his abuser, Link finished drying off his body with one of the many fluffy towels that were stacked high on a table near the tub. It felt good to be clean, but he was bothered that the only soap he could find was perfumed and delicate. As a result, his entire body was soft and slick-feeling.
He glanced over at Ganondorf. After being cleaned by Link's mouth, the dark-skinned man had finished dressing and sat on a chair with one leg crossed. He had a dark leather outfit trimmed in gold. It set off his skin and creaked with the shift of the powerful muscles underneath.
Link wasn't sure what the Gerudo had in mind, but the smile made him nervous. He finished drying off and tried not to think about how small he was compared to Ganondorf. His fingers briefly touched his hairless sack and the small, half-hard cock that stuck out from his slender body.
“Don't need to play with that.”
Link blushed hotly and looked up.
Ganondorf was watching him with a cruel smirk on his face. He leaned against his fist as the watched. Still smiling, he shook his head. “You have the body of a little boy.”
Link flinched.
“You have such a tight little ass, tiny little dick, and a hairless body.” He let out an appreciative sound. “Completely fuckable.”
Link glanced around the room. He lowered the towel down to cover his groin.
“Though, you sure aren't a little boy, are you? No kid has those muscles or that hard body of yours. No little boy has the grace of a killer like you.”
He dropped his large hand to his crotch. “No, you are all man where it counts. A sissy little warrior with talent not only on the field but also with his lips wrapped around my cock.”
Embarrassed, Link didn't know what to do.
Ganondorf gestured to the tiles outside of the tub. “Come on. We have a busy day ahead of us. Stand in front of me.”
Link crawled out of the tub and stood there. He hated the feeling of vulnerability standing in front of Ganondorf; he had no armor or weapon to defend himself.
“Top or bottom?”
Link's head snapped up.
Ganondorf chuckled and held out his hand, rocking it back and forth. “You are either going to wear something on the top or something on the bottom, but you haven't earned a full outfit yet.”
Link frowned.
“Or you could go into town naked.”
Hating either choice, Link hesitated before he tapped his hip. A faint tremor coursed through his frame as he saw the smile on the dark-skinned made grow wider.
Ganondorf reached down and picked up a pile of neatly folded fabric. Link could see something golden among the purple material. Tossing it over, he said, “Put it on.”
Link caught it easily. It was distressingly light.
“Go on.”
Knowing that there was nothing good about his choice, he unfurled the fabric. When he saw that most of it was translucent, he almost let out a groan of despair. It was nothing more than a golden belt and two lengths of material that would do nothing to hide his groin or ass from anyone looking.
He looked up with a pleading look.
Ganondorf shrugged. “I'm fine with you parading around town naked too.”
Link cringed at the thought. He quickly unbuckled the belt and wrapped it around his narrow waist. It was firm against his skin but he managed to latch in place. It took a moment to get it flat against his skin and it hung right on his hip bones.
Ganondorf lazily stood up and walked over.
Link froze, his heart beating faster as he looked up.
Squatting down, Ganondorf reached for the fabric. When Link started to flinch, he let out a little growl and stopped him. Large fingers grabbed the belt as he twisted it around, shifting it until the distressingly soft fabric was centered squarely on his cock and the other strip hung off his curved ass.
“When I was young,” Ganondorf said in a low voice, “everyone around me was a woman. I was the only male child in a hundred years. No one really knew how to handle that, so I quickly got bored seeing all those naked breasts and outfits like this.”
His knuckles brushed against Link's cock as he tugged on the fabric. “Of course, I was young and couldn't appreciate it. But now, I find myself finding this to be very enjoyable.”
Ganondorf glanced up into Link's eyes. He smiled. “Seeing how uncomfortable you are makes it even better.”
Link blushed even hotter.
Ganondorf stood up and rubbed his crotch before heading toward the door. “Come on, Cunt.”
Hesitating for only a second, Link followed after on his bare feet. Every step he made, he could feel the fabric tickling his inner thighs or sliding along his buttocks. The material was soft and delicate, slipping along his touch with only a hint of friction.
It was worse against his shaft. There was no position he could walk that didn't have the whisper-light caresses against his cock and balls. It felt good, horribly pleasurable, and his body responded with a thickening of his shaft and a ridge tenting the translucent material.
By the time Link got down the stairs, he was desperately trying to keep one hand shielding his groin.
Ganondorf strode across the entry hall. “Hands down,” he ordered.
Link had to force his hands down. He wasn't sure where to put his hands, so he tried to let them hang but that didn't feel right. Eventually, he decided to cross them behind his back and clasp one wrist with his other hand.
Everywhere there was sign of construction. Moblins and bokoblins were repairing the damage from the fight the night before. Link could still see where Ganondorf had destroyed a wall when he was in his boar form. There were slashes and slices from where their swords attacked or when a mind-controlled Zelda had burned him with her magic.
For all the din of repairs, Link walked in a pool of silence. The creatures would stop to glare at him, snarling and hissing as he passed.
Almost naked, he wished he had a sword to defend himself but there was nothing. Only the fear of Ganondorf held them from attacking.
“You see that ass?” bellowed Karasa as the moblin entered the hall.
There was a round of growls and snarls.
Link's stomach sank with dread.
“The faster you finish these repairs, the sooner you're going to be raping that asshole all night long.”
The creatures stared in shock, first at Karasa, then Link, and finally to Ganondorf.
The Gerudo stopped at the great door of the palace, turned so everyone could see his profile, and then nodded once.
The air grew electric.
Karasa chuckled and pointed at Link. “Work hard, do it right, and that's your reward. That night little ass that needs some bokoblin cock. A mouth that needs to be stretched around some moblin dick. You want it? You want to see him drowning in cum?”
A roar rose up. “Fuck yes!”
“Then get to work, you horny bastards!”
Ganondorf smiled broadly and continued out of the great hall.
Cheeks burning and his buttocks tensing in fear, Link quickly followed after him.