Link had entered Telma's Bar many times over the last few months. Almost every time, there was nothing but a joy in spending a few hours relaxing and enjoyment of life before finding another quest to take him to the furthest reaches of Hyrule. Each time he let the door closed behind him, he knew he would be back to cheers and celebrations.
However, as he approached the bar entrance behind Ganondorf, Link felt none of the familiar joy or anticipation. His chest ached and his back hurt. It felt as if every muscle in his body had tensed up and the tension only ratcheted tighter with every step. Not even the anticipation of taking in the smells of wood and spirits could relieve his discomfort.
He glanced down at the sword in his hand. The wooden practice blade was the same one he had started with. It felt like it had been years since those first day. Now, the nicked and scratched weapon was the only form of combat he had left. He tightened his grip and regarded the dark-skinned man walking ahead of him.
It would be so easy to take the first blow. Link could picture where to swing and where to strike to get past Ganondorf's leather armor. There was a weak spot right near his armpit. It would slow his opponent drastically.
Slow, but not kill.
Of course, Ganondorf would survive the blow. There was no chance a single strike would end the Gerudo. Just as Link could imagine how to strike, he also knew how Ganondorf would backhand him to give the larger warrior a chance to pull his own weapon. The cramped quarters of the alley leading to Telma's Bar would favor Link in the fight, but the nearly naked warrior with a wooden sword couldn't last long.
He sighed and relaxed his grip.
“Changed your mind?”
Link jumped at Ganondorf's voice.
The Gerudo stopped and turned to him. There was a serious look on his face as he casually rested his hand on his hip. His knuckles brushed against the hilt of his weapon, but he wasn't making an effort to grab it.
The threat was clear as if Ganondorf had yelled it. Or draw his weapon and attack himself.
Link held the sword away from him, point carefully aimed toward the wall. If he had a sheath to put it in, he would have. He looked helplessly as Ganondorf and nodded toward it.
Ganondorf shook his head. “I'm not threatened by you, sissy. Even with that twig in your hand, there is no chance you're going to survive a fight with me. If you are lucky, you'd get in a blow or two, but you need that fancy sword of your to even have a chance.”
Link flushed. The Master Sword was still in the field where he had lost. It had taken him so many adventures to earn it, all to lose it in a single fight. For all he knew, someone had stolen it.
“Remember, you are just a pathetic little dick that I like to fuck.” He spoke with low, confident voice. There was no question that he knew he was the most powerful warriors in the city, if not Hyrule.
Link cringed and then nodded. He twisted his hips slightly. As he did, he was careful to keep the weapon away from his hips.
Ganondorf shrugged and glanced down. Then his eyes came back to stare at Link. His eyes were uncomfortably probing. He turned to fully face Link and stepped forward. With his one hand, he reached out and caught the smaller warrior's chin. “You are my fucking slut. It doesn't matter if you have a sword in your hand or you're on your knees, you are mine now.” He flicked the iron collar around Link's neck.
Link trembled with fear and humiliation. He hated how casually Ganondorf had claimed him. Even worse, he hated how his body grew warm with anticipation of being fucked. His buttocks tightened, the skin was still slick from where Ganondorf had fucked his ass earlier.
Ganondorf chuckled. “I can see it your eyes. You like being my little fuck toy, don't you? I'm not even sure what that Triforce on your shoulders is good enough, you jump on my cock fast enough.”
Link desperately wished it wasn't true. His cheeks burned as he tried to look away.
The Triforce of Power flickered and Ganondorf's grip tightened. He prevented Link from turning away. “Answer me,” he said in a low, threatening voice.
Link resisted for only a moment but when Ganondorf tightened his grip, he nodded.
“That's what I thought,” said the Gerudo with a smile. “Fortunately for you, I also like you being a slut. Fucking your tight little holes has been the best trophy for a battle I've ever had. In fact, I'm going to take you into this bar and I'm going to fuck one of those holes right in front of everyone.”
Link inhaled sharply.
“Now, I know the people here helped you—”
A whimper escaped Link's throat.
“— and I'm planning on demonstrating to everyone in there that they don't help upstart little sissies.” His eyes narrowed. “Now, there are only two ways this is going to end: you are going to show them exactly what happens when little fuck holes like you lose…”
Link's body grew tight as his cock tented the soaked translucent fabric draped over it. He tightened his asshole but the cum still oozed out.
“… or I'm going to slaughter every living person in that bar.” The Triforce flickered.
Link froze. He didn't know if his own Triforce was responding, it was on his back and he never really felt it activate like Ganondorf's.
The Gerudo relaxed his grip. His probing eyes continued to bore into Link for a long moment before he finally pulled his hand away. “Now, I'm going to give you a choice. You have been a good fuck lately. You get to pick the hole.”
Link looked at him helplessly.
Ganondorf chuckled and shook his head. “No, keep silent. I'm going to have you choose right in front of everyone. When I sit down, you are going to open me up. Just pull that black shaft out where everyone can see it.”
Link's eyes opened wide. He whimpered softly as he pictured Ganondorf's hard cock in his hands. It was always so large and hot. It also felt so good as it was driving deep into his body.
“Then…” Ganondorf's voice grew softer and more cruelly amused. “… you are going to either sit that tight little ass on it or you are going to get on your knees and suck it.”
Achingly hard, Link's cock jumped at the thoughts that drifted through his head. The thin fabric did nothing to shield anyone from seeing his own manhood, but it was damp from the earlier fuck and his own pre-cum.
Ganondorf stepped back, turned around, and headed straight for the bar entrance.
Staring at his back, Link reached down and tried to push down his hardness. It was painfully hard and tugging on the fabric. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft for a moment and levered it down but it popped back up.
With a frustrated sigh, he let it go. His cock bounced back up, sticking out from the translucent material. The tip was soaked and sticky. He thought about trying again, but knew it wouldn't work.
Link shook his head. Making sure he had a good grip on his sword, he thought about fights and adventures while he walked after the dark-skinned man.
When he entered the bar, he felt everyone staring at him. They were taking in his slender body, seeing how he was nearly naked except for a chipped wooden sword in his hand, a golden belt with nothing more than a few shreds of fabric hanging from it, and an iron collar around his neck. He was vulnerable and exposed.
Their stares of shock were almost painful. He peeked up to see Telma behind the bar. The red-haired woman stared at him with her mouth open. The glass in her hand was in danger of slipping off as she stood there.
The others in the bar were also staring at him. Most of the expressions he saw was shock and surprised but there were also a few of pity and disgust.
Link cringed and looked down at the ground. His cheeks burned brightly and he trembled from the humiliation. He stared at his toes.
“Move it,” ordered Ganondorf.
Forcing himself to lift his head, Link stepped further into the bar. With his entire body shaking with shame, he walked toward Ganondorf.
Movement near the rafters caught his attention. He glanced up to see someone kneeling on one of the beams. It looked like a slender man and there was a bit of bright blue cloth dangling in the light from the man's outfit.
The stranger's head turned toward Link. For a moment, their eyes matched. Then he stepped behind one of the vertical beams and his body disappeared.
In the center of the room, Ganondorf suddenly sniffed loudly.
Link tore his eyes away from the ceiling to look at the Gerudo.
Ganondorf was looking around with a frown on his face. Unlike before, his fingers were wrapped around the hilt of his weapon and the Triforce was glowing again. He sniffed again and then again.
Finally, the taller man relaxed and the light flickered out of his Triforce. He reached out and grabbed a chair. It scraped across the ground as he dragged it into the center of the bar. “Now, as you may have heard that I was attacked last night.”
The fear and tension in the room grew rapidly. Link could feel it as a pressure against his skin and see it on their faces as attention was drawn back to Ganondorf. Some of the patrons looked away or at their drinks. Others inched toward the back door.
The Gerudo ruled by fear and terror, there was no doubt about that. No one wanted him to be there and if Link had succeeded, there would have been endless celebrations. Now, with Link defeated, he could almost see the hope drain away leaving dread.
Ganondorf stood up straight and flexed his muscles. “I was victorious.”
No one said anything.
“But you should have all known that.”
Telma set down her glass and clutched the counter. She looked sad and old for a moment.
“While I know none of you have any love lost for me or my authority, I will make a point. Helping my enemies is the same as attacking me.” Ganondorf's voice grew low and violence. The Triforce on the back of his hand glowed brightly. “I will not tolerate that! From anyone!”
He brought his hand down on a nearby table. The wood shattered instantly. The concussion wave slammed into Link, blowing back his blond hair as he felt the rage beat against his skin.
Ganondorf pointed at the room, going in a wide circle. “Any of you. Any single one of you who even thinks about fighting my rule will quickly find themselves in more trouble than you can ever understand. I'm not just going to kill you. I'm not going stop at ripping off your arms and legs. I'm going to break you. Shatter your mind to show your true purpose in life.”
He sat down heavily on the chair. Spreading his legs widely apart, he settled back. Even from Link's vantage point, he could see the massive bulge in his crotch. He was hard, no doubt dripping. The memory of what it would smell like, the musky scent of a man, brought a unwelcomed surge of heat.
Ganondorf snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground between his thighs.
Link looked up with humiliation.
Telma stood behind the bar, her eyes glittered as she looked at him with despair.
Ganondorf snapped his fingers again. “You know what I said,” he muttered.
Hating the hard cock jutting from his slender body, Link shuffled further into the room. He could feel the attention drawing to him. They were seeing his hairless body and his naked chest. There was no hiding his hardness as he came around the muscular thigh and lowered himself to his knees.
Link had one last look at Telma who had covered her and with her mouth and was shaking her hand, then everything was obscured by Ganondorf's legs.
Gulping, he reached up and worked the victor's trousers open. The leather was difficult to move and his hands kept slipping. Underneath, he could smell the thick cock that was just dripping to be rammed into the back of his throat.
His body trembled as he fished it out. His hand looked so tiny as he pumped it slowly. Fully hard, it towered over his head like a spear. Pre-cum glistened along the top and it was damp with sweat and cum.
Link buried his face in the hairy balls and began to kiss and lick it. The warmth enveloped him as he worshiped one testicle and then the other, getting them slick with his saliva and cleaned of anything before.
Ganondorf's hand smacked against his thigh. His cock jumped, splattering the top of Link's head with fluids. “Anyone who leaves before I'm done is going to die.”
The Gerudo reached out and caught Link's chin. He tilted Link's head up to peer directly into his eyes. “Deep throat me, sissy. Right here. Right now.”
Link's eyes widened with fear. He looked for any hope of compassion in Gerudo's eyes but there was none. Ganondorf was proving a point to everyone else. With a sinking sensation, he lifted himself up to work his mouth up to the crown of the black cock before him. The thick shaft was hot and ridged; he could already imagine every bump as it slid deep into his body.
Link's own shaft was dripping wet with anticipation. He wanted to stroke it just to relieve the growing pressure that rapidly flooded him. He fought the urge and tried not to think about how much he wanted to cum himself.
Ganondorf let out a low moan as Link mouthed the head of his cock. His eyes flickered down and then back up to the room, as if challenging anyone to speak or flee.
Link's tears splashed his cheeks as he jammed the thick cock into his mouth. He had to stretch his jaw far apart. Despite his efforts, the edges of his molars scraped against the thick head that slid past.
He looked up in fear but Ganondorf didn't seem to notice.
Taking a deep breath through his nose, Link relaxed his lips and brought more of Ganondorf's cock into his mouth. He continued to inch it into his mouth until he felt the thick crown pressing against the back of his throat.
He spread his knees for balance and brought his head up off the cock, letting the glans slid away from the place that gagged him and then let his weight push it back inside. It was only a few inches of distance, but he could feel the tremors of pleasure that filled Ganondorf.
Link pushed harder and the thick head slid further than he expected. His gag reflex triggered and his entire slender body spasmed with the sensation. Tears formed in his eyes as he bobbed up and down, ramming the head as far as it would go before he gagged too much.
Ganondorf's hand thumped against the back of Link's head. The broad palm engulfed the blond's head easily as Ganondorf's thumb and small finger crushed Link's ears against the side of his head.
Link inhaled as he tried to keep control of his thrusting but it was too late.
He didn't need to see the Triforce of Power to know it was being used as the pressure in his throat increased painfully. The cock swelled inside his mouth, straining his jaw as it inched deeper into his body. His lips molded along the thick ridges as the cock was forced inside.
Link felt a surge of heat and lust from his own submission. The pain only magnified it as the Gerudo used him for his own pleasures.
Ganondorf pulled with his hand, forcing the cock into Link's throat. There was a ripping sensation as it surged deep into Link's throat and into his chest.
The thick shaft completely cut off the slender man's breath as it drove deep into his stomach. The pressure ground against his lungs and insides. It felt like Ganondorf was only using him as nothing more than a cock sleeve.
Somehow, that brought an even hotter flush of excitement to surge through Link's body.
With a grunt, Ganondorf yanked Link completely down until Link's face was smashed into the thick patch of red hair and his lips were straining to contains the thick base of the black cock.
The hard spear that impaled him refused to bend as it drove into him. Link was forced to lift himself from his knees until his ass was jutted out behind him and his lips grinding against the base. Knowing that others were seeing his tiny cock jutting out with his excitement or even the fluids dripping from the tip only added to his pleasure as he ground against the base.
Ganondorf relaxed slightly and the pressure on the back of Link's head relented.
Link slid up, but before the thick cock dislodged itself from his throat, he jammed his face back down. The welcoming groan of pleasure inspired him and he did it again and again, fucking his face on Ganondorf's cock until his lungs burned and his body shook.
Ganondorf's fingers tapped against his head but the Gerudo didn't resort to using his powers. Every tap only encouraged Link to jam his face harder down, to swallow hard on the thick shaft that was choking him.
Link planted his hands on Ganondorf's thighs for balance.
The Gerudo's grip smacked against the back of Link's head. “Keep going,” he growled.
With his chest aching from the growing need to breathe, Link clutched his fingers tight into the muscular thighs and drove himself down harder against the cock. He had held his breath longer during the Water Temple, he could survive much longer before he suffocated.
Link's cock throbbed painfully with every stroke. Every time he jammed his face into the red patch of air, he felt it thump against his belly. The scrape of damp silk against his cock rubbed with every swing. It was right on the edge of discomfort, but it also reminded him that every could see it as he fucked himself into Ganondorf's crotch.
Ganondorf let out a low moan of pleasure. “Fuck, you were made for sucking.”
Flush with excitement, Link curved his hands over Ganondorf's thighs to give him a grip instead of pushing him. He used his new position to stroke harder and more forcefully, rocking his entire body into bringing Ganondorf to an orgasm.
Ganondorf's grip tightened. His thumb and fingers dug into Link's cock as he began to jam the slender man's face up and down with harder and more violent strokes.
With every stroke, the force of Ganondorf's grip increased as did the length of his pummeling. The thick crown of his cock tore up and down Link's throat, scraping against his teeth before plunging down. The impact smashed Link's face into his pubic hair and against his abdomen.
Stars danced across Link's vision as he was used as nothing more than a hole to fuck. His throat burned with cock brutalizing it. Every twinge of discomfort and submission sent pleasure coursing through his body.
The orgasm was just as brutal as his face-fucking. It was painful how hard his cum jetting out of his shaft, splashing against the fabric and splattering loudly to the ground.
Link's knees buckled but the cock fucking him wouldn't let him fall. He gasped and managed to draw in the occasional breath between Ganondorf's long strokes. His hands dug into the muscular thighs, digging his fingers in deep for balance.
“Fuck!” roared Ganondorf. He grabbed Link with both hands to slam Link hard and fast into his cock. There was no gentleness, no kindness, no compassion. Only an animalistic need to have an orgasm in whatever hole his cock was in.
The pressure on Link's skull increased until the stars were burning across his vision. He leaned into every thrust, enjoying being used with every pulse.
The cock raping his throat swelled with an impeding orgasm. Ganondorf groaned.
Link tried to get in a deep breath, knowing that he was going to be rammed to the base for as long as it took for the Gerudo to empty his balls.
Ganondorf let out a growl as the world grew bright around Link. Then, he shoved Link hard off his cock and threw him to the ground.
Link fell back on his ass. His wrists caught himself before he hit the ground. Stunned, he looked up as Ganondorf towered over him.
With one hand pumping his cock, Ganondorf stepped forward and grabbed Link by his head. The powerful grip brought Link only inches away from the dripping end of his cock.
Link only had a moment to register before cum sprayed across his body. It was hot and searing, splashing across his face in burning ropes.
Helplessly to do anything but take it, Link moaned as he was painted. Soon it was dripping off his pointed ears, chin, and down across his bare chest. He could feel some of it oozing around his iron collar to coat his sore throat before globules oozed down to cover the rest of his body.
Ganondorf panted as the ropes slowed. He released both his cock and Link at the same time. Staggering into a straighter position, he looked the room. His Triforce was burning brightly as he turned around. “I will fucking kill you and everyone you know if I ever hear that you have gone against me! Do you understand!”
Gasping for breath himself, Link couldn't hear anyone.
“I said, do you hear me!”
Link slumped forward on his hands and knees. He looked to the side and saw that he was looking under the entrance of the bar. Telma stood with someone in blue. It was the stranger. He couldn't see the other man's face.
Then, he saw Telma hand a large golden key over to the stranger.
Link's breath caught in his throat. He had seen the key before. It was one of the dungeon keys. Judging from the tree symbol on it, it was the key into the Forest Temple; the first place Link had solved on his quest to get the Master Sword.
The blue man spun on his heels and rushed into the kitchen.
“Get up, Sissy,” ordered Ganondorf.
Link pushed himself to his knees and then up to his feet. He reached up to wipe the cum from his face but Ganondorf stopped him.
“Leave it on, we're heading back to the castle.”
Link looked at him in sock.
Ganondorf's eyes were burning with his emotions. “Let everyone sees what happens to bitches who fight me.”
He shoved his cock back into his pants. “Get your sword and follow.”
Without another word, Ganondorf turned and strode toward the door to the bar.
Link looked around in hopes of seeing the blue-outfitted stranger but there was no one. Only Telma looked at him, her face tight in the same expression she had when he had first started his adventures.
She nodded once.
Somehow, that was enough. Link nodded back. With cum soaking his face, he gathered up his practice sword and headed after the man who had defeated him.