It had been two days since Link had defied Ganondorf and he was still being punished. When morning had come and Ganondorf pulled him off the torch sconce, he thought it would be over but the Gerudo had nothing to say other than to rip the plug out of his ass, send him to get cleaned up, and then shove it back in with no compassion or lubrication.
For the last day, Link had been forced to kneel on the stones in the bedroom, his knees spread apart, wrists bound behind his back, and Zelda's panties still covering his face. The dildo gag no longer caused him to gag; after days of having it jammed into the back of his throat, it was just a presence more than in irritation.
He squirmed slightly, feeling the hard mass of the dildo shifting inside his guts. His belly strained against it, flexing to contain the bulge as his movements ground the girth against his prostate. His cock bobbed in front of him. It ached but no one touched it, so he couldn't tell if it was dripping with his need or simply standing out with the constant pressure of the butt plug that invaded his ass.
Link craved release more than anything else. He wasn't always on edge like this before, usually a little masturbation in the woods while camping was more than enough for him, but the constant humiliation and bondage wore at his willpower. He wanted to be used, to be fucked hard in all of his holes, and used as nothing more than a toy.
At the same time, the need to move grew inside him. He had spent weeks running across the countryside, fighting monsters or beasts of all types. He had solved puzzles and flew above the ground.
But his position kept him bound in place, stuck and helpless. The need to move gnawed at his thoughts. He wanted to break free, not to escape Ganondorf but to adventure.
In the back of his head, new fantasies were starting to take place but he fought them. He enjoyed the fight with Ganondorf. He wanted more of that, a battle side-by-side with someone his equal in power but different in skill. It was too easy to see how the two could compliment each other and they would—
Link turned his head. No, he couldn't accept that would happen. Ganondorf had defeated him, there was no world, no time, when they would be allies in battle.
They would never be friends.
But if there was a chance….
He squirmed and twisted again, shifting the plug in his ass to one side. It slid back, grinding back against his prostate and bringing a fresh surge of pleasure coursing through his veins. He moaned as saliva dripped from his stretched lips, splashing down on his chest to add to whatever his constantly hard cock had left on the ground between his knees.
Link let out a shuddering breath through his nose. The last few days were a different type of trial, one of pleasure and pain.
A large hand cupped the side of his face.
Reflexively, he leaned into Ganondorf's palm. His eyes blinked against the soft material if Zelda's panties but he could smell the familiar scent of his captor. The rough skin scraped against his cheek.
Ganondorf yanked the panties from Link's eyes, blinding him with the light.
Shuddering, link looked up into the much taller man's eyes. He expected to see anger, but there was something else, lust. His entire body tense with anticipation as he worked the dildo in his mouth and waited for whatever Ganondorf had for him.
When he got no orders, Link's gaze drifted down. Ganondorf was shirtless and his muscular chest shimmered with sweat and grime. Leaves, grasses, and dirt smeared across his almost black skin. Further below, he wore his trousers. The material strained around his bulk, highlighting the swollen bulge of his manhood and the thick cords of muscles that ran down his legs.
Link tightened his lips around his dildo as he imagined it being replaced by the thick cock towering over him.
Ganondorf loomed over him as he bent over to work at the cuffs that kept Link in place. His thick fingers were deft as he snapped one part of the metal and then the other, the flashes of his Triforce painting the wall red.
Link lifted his head as Ganondorf's cock ground against his face. He couldn't open his lips with the dildo in place, but that didn't stop him from nuzzling the hardness that pressed down. The powerful smell, of sweat and battle and manhood, flooded through him and his cock surged with a hunger that defied his position.
Ganondorf stepped forward as he straightened, his cock keeping in cock with Link's face as he towered over the slender man. Looking down, his eyes bore into Link's as his cock pulsed thorough the thick material separating them.
Link looked up. His lips worked to the side until they were pressed to the base of the thick cock. He could feel the heat and hardness through the trousers and the corners of his mouth quirked in a smile around the dildo that stretched them apart.
“How much are you here because I defeated you and how much because you're a fucking cunt who wants it?”
Ganondorf's voice was a rumble in the room. It seemed to pause the sounds of birds and the din of the outside rattling the windows.
Link didn't answer. He slowly blinked and then worked his lips along the bulge of one testicle and then the other. It didn't matter if he was defeated, his mind was clouded with lust and hunger to think about anything other than the thick cock he was being moulded to accept.
“Was all that fighting just to woe me?”
Link blinked in confusion.
“You almost defeated me. A lucky blow or another strike and it would have been me at your feet. A fucking tiny little shit.” Ganondorf's eyes flashed. “But then now you are here, acting like a slut. You haven't even moved your hands even though I freed you.”
Surprised, Link realized that he had kept his hands behind his back, his fingers intertwined to keep him in a submissive position. He cocked his head and then shrugged. He had to admit, he was enjoying the pleasure as much as the humiliation.
Ganondorf beckoned with his finger and then stepped back. “Come on, we both stink.”
Link lurched forward with the comforting cock no longer pressed against him. Then he stood up. He had to concentrate to pull his hands away from his back.
After so many days of torture and denial, his limbs were shaky and weak. He felt like the first time he had entered the forest temple, with barely three hearts to mark his health and his wooden sword barely able to scratch his opponents.
At the thought of his weapon, he walked along the wall to where he had been bound to the torch sconce. His broken sword remained on the ground, the blade snapped in half and the hilt tossed aside after Ganondorf had ripped it out of his ass. A sadness flowed through Link with the fear that his adventuring days were over.
The sound of Ganondorf's trousers hitting the ground drew Link's attention. The dark skinned man had bent over to pull them down, revealing his taut buttocks and large balls. He stepped out and kicked his clothes away. When he turned around, his half-hard cock stood out like a thick rod of obsidian, setting off the growing hunger in Link's thoughts.
Ganondorf gestured toward the window. “Get the towels from by the window and come here.” His voice wsa muted, brimming with emotions but none of the rage that Link had experienced a few days ago.
Obeying, Link padded across the room. Every step caused the butt plug to twist in his guts, grinding along his prostate and sending little thrills of pleasure. His cock was dripping wet, leaving a mark on the ground from the puddle that he had created in his hours of bondage.
At the window, he gathered up the towels. Movement outside caught his attention. Curious, he lifted himself on his heels and looked out.
Karasa was being led away from the fountain by Pigelo. The larger Moblin's shoulders were slumped and he held his hands ahead of him. A thick white cloth was stained with crimson. Looking back, the trail of blood led to the sword still embedded in the rock. Even from a distance, Link could see where the stone had been stained with blood and scraped with tools.
A different type of sadness filled Link. He could see that the moblin was desperate to get his sword back but he wasn't able to retrieve it. It was as important to the red-skinned creature as Link's ruined sword was to him.
Karasa turned back as if to try freeing his sword again but Pigelo forced him toward the lower castle entrance.
“Cunt,” came the warning words behind Link.
Link got a tight grip on the towels and brought them over.
Ganondorf was already in the heated bath, his dark skin a shadow underneath the layers of soapy bubbles. His cock stood up, the swollen head an island of darkness among the bright white.
Link carefully set down the towels and then straightened.
When Ganondorf gestured for him to get in, Link did. The hot water stung along the still-healing scrapes and abrasions and he let out a hiss as he sank into the water. The tub was deep and the water lapped at his throat as he sank into the water.
No more orders came, so Link rested his head on the side of the water and then let the hot water seep into his skin. His leg bobbed slowly, brushing against the muscular hardness of the man who defeated him, but neither seemed to do anything about it.
It was strange, bobbing hte water next to Ganondorf, but the unexpected peace felt as good as the softness that caressed him.
After a few minutes, Ganondorf stood up and gestured. “Here, let me take those out.”
Surprised, Link got to his feet and then stood between the dark-skinned man's legs. He could feel the heat of the hard cock but Ganondorf didn't try to press himself against him. Instead, his digits worked at the strap holding the dildo in Link's mouth. Then, once it was free, he eased it out.
Link let out a groan as his tingling lips were able to close. His jaw felt strange with it closed, as if it belong pried open. He worked it a few minutes.
“Turn around.”
He obeyed.
Ganondorf reached around to cup his cock and balls, holding them tight. They still ached from the earlier torture but this time it was a firm pressure as Ganondorf shifted his hands until Link's hard cock was once again between his fingers. Then clamping down, he reached up with his other hand to work the butt plug embedded in Link's ass. “Bent over and push.” Another order without anger or rage.
With a moan, Link bent at the waist and pushed out with his inner muscles. The thick intruder resisted escaping his rectum, but the insistent pressure of the thick fingers ground along his tightly stretched ring until Ganondorf got a trip and pulled.
Link shuddered with pleasure as his sphincter stretched open. It felt good as the hardness slipped out, caressing against tortured nerves. His cock jumped and drooled as he clutched Ganondorf's arm.
When it popped out, he felt hallow and empty.
“Such a gaping hole,” Ganondorf said. He tossed the plug aside and then ran his fingers along Link's swollen opening.
Link shuddered with pleasure.
“You can sit.”
Thinking that it was an order, Link lowered his hips until he felt Ganondorf's hard cock up against his thigh. Without a word, he reached down to grab the pulsating shaft and lined it up with his gaping opening.
“That isn't—”
It felt good as it slid into the opening. Link moaned as he sank down oit, taking the hard length inside him. It felt like heaven as he sank further down, his body caressing very ridge and thickness as he inched down.
Before he knew it, he was fully impaled on the black cock. With a moan, he let out a soft smile.
“That wasn't what I meant,” Ganondorf said. His hand tightened over Link's crotch, holding it tight. His fingers rolled Link's testicle along his tips.
Link froze, his ears burning as he realized that he had willingly impaled himself without being told too. He made to get up but the grip on his crotch tightened.
“No, stay here. This is better.”
Ganondorf reached around to bring his arm around Link's chest. Then with a steady pressure, he pulled Link back until the slender man leaned back into his chest.
Link's body slid harder on the cock impaling him. The pressure and heat was nothing like the plug. It was living and pulsating. Each powerful beat of the dark man's cock drummed against all his nerves, setting off little surges of pleasure that caused his length to drool.
Ganondorf rested his large hand over Link's chest, holding him against his muscular chest. He let out a sigh that belayed the flex of hardness inside Link. His legs spread slightly apart, adding more of Link's weight onto his shaft. “This is better, right?”
Link hesitated for only a moment and then nodded. He let his head slump back between the ridges of Ganondorf's pectorals and then relaxed even more, his arms and legs slumping into the hot water to bob lazily.
“I don't understand you.” Up close, Ganondorf's voice could be felt more than heard. “If you were any other opponent, you would be raging against me, spitting in my eye, and calling a thousand curses.”
Link closed his eyes and listened.
“Opponents don't shove my cock into their ass or kiss my balls without being asked. Not even Zelda did, until I almost broke her. When I forced her to gag on my shaft, I could still see the fire in her eyes.”
Link's fantasies from earlier came back. His cock jumped at the thought of Zelda on her knees, sucking on his shaft. What would she look like? With the fire burning in her gaze.
Ganondorf chuckled. “You fancy her?”
Link shrugged.
“Dont like to me. You've seen those soft lips. The world has see those tits straining in that dress.”
The images worked against Link, causing him to squirm and tense his inner muscles around the shaft.
Ganondorf lifted his head to chuckle. “You know I've had this cock in every hole of her body?”
It was obvious to Link and he nodded.
“Does that bother you?”
After days of torture and sex, Link realized he didn't care. He shrugged.
Ganondorf laughed, a deep booming that shook Link's world. “You are unlike any opponent I've ever had. I bet you would shove your dick into her sloppy cunt after I blew my load in her, wouldn't you?”
Link's cock jumped.
Ganondorf relaxed his grip to stroke it. “That's right. You'd plunge your dick into the soup pouring out of her cunt. Just drive into her with all your might.”
Link moaned as he squirmed.
“And if I shoved your face into that and told you to swill my cum from her snatch, would you?”
Link could almost taste Ganondorf's cum. It mixed with the scent from Zelda's panties that had imprinted into his mind. He could easily drink in both scents and his body grew hot with shame and humiliation. His hips rocked up into Ganondorf's stroking fingers; the movement cause the thick cock inside him to swirl along pleasurable nerves.
“Yeah, you are a submissive cunt. Can you imagine burying your face in those sweet petals as I rail your ass, shoving your entire body tight against her pussy with every stroke?”
Link whimpered as he moved faster, thrusting as he masturbated into Ganondorf's hand. The cock inside his ass was growing harder with their fantasies.
“Or imagine eating her ass as my dick plowed into her garden. You would taste everything as my balls were slapping your face and her cheeks were blinding you to the world.” Ganondorf's words were strained as he began to thrust into Link's ass, splashing water and bubbles everywhere as the two men enjoyed a shared fantasy.
Link nodded and whimpered. He clenched his inner muscles as tightly as he could as he ground into the palm that held him.
“I can't wait until I can fuck both of you, shoving my cock into your gaping ass before yanking it out—” He drew half his length out of Link's gaping hole. “—then ramming it into her tight shitter. Back and forth, fucking both of you as you share a sloppy kiss with my cum coating—”
The image was too much for Link. He let out a cry as the day long torture finally broke free. His cock sprayed cum high into the air as every muscles of his body clamped down.
Ganondorf tightened his grip, letting the small cock still spray ropes across the room, and then began to thrust harder and faster himself. His girth plowed into Link, driving deep and harder. Every thrust slammed against Link's poor prostate and sending more jets of cum across the room.
With a groan, he came almost as quickly as Link. The hot sprayed of cum flooded Link's bowels as he shuddered and thrust.
Link came again, this time from the liquid heat the flooded his body. He felt so helpless and excited at the same time. The hope that the fantasy could come trust burned brightly as he lost himself in pleasures.