Propelled violently from behind, Link stumbled into the hall underneath the castle with no idea of where he was going. His hands flailed helplessly as he tripped over rough bricks before a wooden table caught him right in the stomach. With a groan, he bent over it and slammed his forehead against the sticky surface.
Stars exploded across his vision and a flash of red colored his sight. If he was still wearing his leather bracer, he knew that one of the hearts would have darkened.
Karasa smacked one hand between Link's shoulder blades and bore down, the heavy weight easily pinning him in place. The metal collar around Link's neck dug into his throat, making it hard to breathe. Karasa's other hand cracked against Link's ass, the sound cutting through the din almost instantly.
“Listen up, assholes!” bellowed the moblin leader.
Link tried to find purchase on the table to lever himself up. His fingernails caught the tightly fitted boards but not before he could tell there was a glaze of food and grime across the entire table. His cock was pressed up against it, the small shaft tight against the smooth edge of the table.
Karasa slapped his ass again. “Shut up!”
The room grew quiet.
With tears in his eyes, Link looked up into the crowded room. They were on a raised area of some sort. Below, he could see five long tables surrounded by a hundred moblins and bokoblins. Among the sea of red- and blue-skinned creatures, he could see a flashes of blonde and brown hair of other Hyruleans.
His eyes focused on a young-looking woman with blonde hair not unlike his own. She had two long braids, one on each side of her head. Unlike him, she was sitting on her own with her trim legs spread obscenely open as she gulped down a large mug of something. One of the bokoblin had his hand sliding up and down her inner thigh but she made no effort to stop him.
“Now, all of you know our dear friend, Link!”
“Kill the fucker!” screamed a moblin from the back.
“Fuck him and then kill him!”
More calls rose up.
Karasa waited a moment and then held up his hand. “Now, we could kill him.”
A cheer rose up.
Link struggled but Karasa slammed him back down on the table.
“On the other hand, if we do, then that big scary man upstairs is probably going to slaughter every single one of us, including Baggo's mom.”
The room grew instantly quiet.
Baggo coughed.
With a snap, everyone turned to look at him.
“What? I… Keep my mom out of this!”
Karasa sighed again. “Now, that means no killing this little fucker, no cutting him open, and no one—” his voice rose up in volume, “—is going to stick a bomb in his ass!”
The heads turned to the moblin feeling up the Hyrulean.
He looked up surprised. “What?”
“No bombs, Rumrum,” Karasa said.
Rumrum looked around again before his eyes fixed on Link. In an instant, the confused look turned into anger. “Is that the ass-fucker who—”
“No bombs!”
“Fine,” muttered the moblin before he went back to jamming his thick fingers between the Hyrulean woman's legs. They plunged deep and out of sight, easily to the second knuckle.
She let out a squeal and reached back to brace herself, arching her back and pushing her small breasts forward. She gulped down to finish the glass. Setting it down, she grabbed Rumrum's hand and pulled him deeper between her legs with a smile.
Curious, Link wanted to watch, but then Karasa's hand rested on his naked ass.
“Yo, boss!” yelled another bokoblin. “Then what in Ganondorf's asshole is he down here?”
“Glad you asked. Since we did such a good job on rebuilding the castle, we got the day off, this asshole, our weight in beer, and a lovely brace of whores to fuck—!”
The Hyrulean woman let out a whoop. And then a moan as Rumrum jammed his fingers deeper into her.
The other joined in with a roar of animalistic noises. The other Hyrulean among the crowds, whores from their appearances, joined in as they bared breasts and stripped out of their clothes.
“—and enough hard liquor to rot our brains! So, let's get to the drinking and fucking!”
Another cheer rattled the rafters of the room.
Karasa slapped Link's ass with a powerful blow.
Link lurched forward, wincing as his balls were crushed against the edge of the table. Fear bubbled up in his thoughts and he tried to lever himself off the table again but couldn't.
“Team leaders, up and front to get a shot at these holes before they get sloppy!”
There was a scramble from the crowds as everything started to move. Streamers of moblins and bokoblins headed for the three large casks at the back of the room. Others were gathering around the whores and other women that were giggling as the clothes were ripped out of their hands. It only took seconds before the first cock was pulled out and a second later before it disappeared into a brown-haired beauty's mouth.
Near the front, an older bokoblin woman pulled off her shift to reveal small, hanging breasts tipped with piercings. Two of the nearest men dove down to suckle on each one. She cradled their heads with her hands before calling out, “Get first in line, Baggo!”
“Mum!”
Karasa chuckled and patted Link's ass again, gentler this time. “Come on, you earned it, Baggo. Blow a nut.”
“T-Thank you, boss!”
“You did a good job,” growled the moblin before he leaned over toward Link's ear. “I'm going to let them get you all wet and sloppy before I have my fun. No reason not to have fun. Besides, always treat your men better than yourself.”
Baggo's claws trailed along Link's cheeks, digging the tips in as he spread the captured warriors buttocks apart. “Fuck, this is going to feel good.”
Link dug his fingers into the table, wincing as he steeled himself. It didn't matter if the bokoblin was smaller than Ganondorf, it was the humiliation and helplessness that made it terrifying and uncomfortable. He tried to lift himself to his toes but it wasn't enough to pull away from the hot, slick cock that nestled against his asshole.
With a start, he froze and looked around. There were no weapons around him, no visible means of escape. There was nothing he could do to avoid his rape. His eyes narrowed on the Hyruleans who were already in the throes of being happily debased. The one that caught his attention was lying across the table, with Rumrum fucking her pussy while another moblin fed his cock into her open mouth.
The cock pressing against his sphincter pressed down, sinking into the abused but still tight hole. It was hot and slick as it inched deeper. “I'm really fucking him,” whispered Baggo.
Karasa chuckled and bore down with his hand, increasing the weight between Link's shoulders and crushing his chest against the ground.
Baggo's cock increased in pressure and then sank deep. Every millimeter of his spear-like cock traced along Link's sensitive asshole, spearing it as he sank down into the moist depths. The tip bumped against the nub of pleasure inside Link, causing his cock to jump.
Link couldn't escape, but he could endure. He let out his breath in a low whisper of noise. His body relaxed.
Baggo's cock plunged deep into his ass until the bokoblin's hips smacked against Link's cheeks. Both of them let out sounds of pleasure before Baggo pulled out enough to ram it in. “Feel that, asshole!”
Link closed his eyes. The realization of his predicament made it easier to accept the cock that plunged into his hole, thrusting deep. He could feel pre-cum soaking his insides, making everything slick as the bokoblin quickly rocked himself into a froth.
Karasa leaned forward. “Did you just give up?”
Link glared at him, his body jerked with every rapid thrust that drove the cock against whatever nerves felt good. He stared into the narrowed eyes of the Karasa and then shook his head.
A flicker of some emotion crossed the moblin's face, then he pulled back. “Pigelo, up and front. Put something into the bitch's mouth. Let's see if you can make him squeal.”
Link glared until Pigelo stood on the other side of the table. Their faces were almost even before the second bokoblin dragged over a chair and stood on it. His cock was thicker than Baggo's, but nothing compared to Ganondorf. It bobbed in front of him.
Pigelo grabbed Link by the ears. “Come on, Bitch, don't make me fight you.”
Link saw little reason to resist. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth.
Pigelo looked surprise but then shoved his cock past Link's lips. It was sharp-tasting, but no more than a spring berry tartness. He thrust deep and the tip of the cock only tickled the back of Link's throat.
Link obediently closed his lips around the shaft.
“Oh, fuck, you broke him already,” moaned Pigelo as he dug his claws into either side of Link's head and began to thrust. His plunges didn't match Baggo's in rhythm and Link was rocked back and forth between the two as they rapidly pounded his holes with abandon. It only took seconds before the smacks into his chin and nose were punctuated with wet splatters of pre-cum and drool.
Link's humiliation faded quickly into growing pleasure as his body was hammered into the table. He had to strain to keep his head in the right position to avoid scraping Pigelo's shaft with his teeth, but the effort only made the growing pleasure more intense. With every thrust from either bokoblin, his cock would rub against the edge of the table, minutely pushing him closer to an orgasm.
“You gonna blow your load?” gasped Pigelo. He was obviously straining as he clutched Link's ear with one hand and the collar with the other.
“Not before you!” Baggo thrust harder, driving his cock into Link's asshole. “I'm going to fill this hole with so much cream.”
“Yeah, before me, pussy.”
“You'll blow first, you always do.”
They snarled at each other as they thrust faster and harder. Inside, Link could feel their shafts soaking his insides, flooding him as the bittersweet taste of pre-cum painted Link's tongue and throat. They were both on the edge and the strained grunts only added to the thrill.
Surrounding them, the bokoblins started to cheer for one or both of them.
“Pigelo! Fuck him like a pig!”
“You won't make it, Baggo!”
“Screw him!”
“Screw his mom!”
“He'll have to wait his turn with his mom, Linkle got there first.”
“Yeah, that whore is cunt-deep in his mom!”
Pigelo snorted at the last one. Gripping Link's head tightly, he smacked his balls into the the defeated warrior's chin a few times before holding still. Hot cum sprayed the back of Link's throat as he let out a long groan of pleasure.
“In your face, Pigelo!” bellow Baggo, his voice strained.
Pigelo groaned and smacked Link's face with a few more strokes that coated Link's throat and lips with thin spunk. “Yeah, but I nutted first.”
Baggo hesitated. “Shit….”
Pigelo groaned and came again. “Oops, did it again,” he said with a gasp. His cock was already softening, but Link teased it with his tongue as he gulped down the nutty-tasting cum. It wasn't so bad, if he wasn't fighting it.
“Fuck you!”
Pigelo snorted as he pulled his dripping cock from Link's mouth. “I'd rather fuck your mom, Baggo.”
Baggo's thrusts grew faster. “I get it, everyone's fuck her!”
“Yeah, including you.”
“You fucked your dad, Pigelo!”
“So did you!”
Baggo's cock surged hotly inside Link's asshole. The thrusts became erratic for a second before he began to flood Link's bowels with cum. A long groan of pleasure escaped his lips as he slumped forward over Link's butt until his shoulders rested on the defeated warrior's back.
Link pushed back against the hard cock, wiggling to seat more of it inside his ass. He was almost close to an orgasm but without the bokoblin thrusting, it faded quickly.
“It was dark and you know it,” he gasped.
Pigelo shook his head and came around. “It's all good, friend. Come on, let's see if she'll clean you off.”
Baggo pulled his cock out and stepped away. He chuckled. “Why not?”
Link looked up, curious of what would happen next but the answer came as a blue-skinned bokoblin stepped up to his face, grabbed his ears, and thrust forward. Link opened his mouth and took the shaft deep.
As the new bokoblin began to hammer into his face, another one came up behind him and strokes his balls with the tips of his claws. A moment later, another cock was sliding into Link's sphincter, plunging deep with heat and hardness.
Comforted by the knowledge that he wasn't going to get hurt and that the humiliation added pleasure to his debasement, Link relaxed and thrust back on the cocks; he might as well enjoy himself until he got the opportunity to act.