Chapter Three: The Festivities Begin
Link
I waited with the greatest anxiety for the majority of the day, my heart never seeming to slow itself down in the least with the prospect of going to the festival in what I wore now. The leather shorts had grown warm and even a little comfortable against my skin, but the majority of my skin still felt cool, for it no longer had anything to shun the cold from it. I tried to calm myself as best I could, laying on my bed, a simple thing of wood, a mattress that was, surprisingly enough, comfortable, and sheets with a pillow. There was a small fireplace that had an equally small fire going, and so I tried to stay near it, keeping myself a little more comfortable and content.
But the Goddesses only knew how much shame would be brought upon me when I went to the festival, how many would see me how I was now, a slave to Ganondorf in every way, and now even looking the part. He could never live this down, and he knew that the King of Evil wanted nothing more than that, wanted to devour his humiliation, drain every last drop so that he could savor it in his cruel gullet and enjoy it like a rare wine. I felt a surge of anger that died down almost as fast as it had grown. It was futile to even feel anger, there was nothing that I could do nor attempt to do that could beat Ganondorf, and the powerful warlock had even taken the point to seal away the Master Sword by having an iron coffin constructed just for it, and having his servants place it inside for him, before sealing it away with heavy chains and locks, and finally with a powerful spell, its very essence emanating from the metal box. I knew this only because Ganondorf had told me so, and by the fact that the coffin was suspended from the ceiling of the lower throne room.
I sighed into the low flames with distress and discontent, wishing that there was something I could do to better my situation, but seeing nothing, for a single order refused was like a death sentence for myself and for all of Hyrule. I could not allow that occur, not while I still had the living choice to martyr myself for the protection of all that I cared for. And Ganondorf knew this, and that was why he gave me that damned choice, he knew I would choose this fate, and the cunning sorcerer had taken advantage of my own strength and made it a weakness.
Again I sighed, sitting down just before the fireplace, drawing my knees up to rest underneath my chin, watching the flames with dulled eyes, thinking on my future, and how hopeless that it seemed. At least, I thought to myself, I was able to keep my boats, at least some part of me is covered a little...it was hardly a consolation. I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard a loud knocking at my door, head snapping towards the doorway as the door itself began to open.
Ganondorf
I opened the door to my little pet's room, sweeping the chamber with my eyes, which quickly found their prey, gazing down upon the young man, my slave, my own Link. Much like every time that I looked at him, terror filled his eyes, those sparking sapphires filling with the most delectable sense of dread. I thought perhaps that my changed appearance would make a slightly different reaction, but I brushed that stupid notion from my head before it had even fully formed, he was afraid of the Gerudo, not of what the Gerudo wore, after all.
Then again, my attire had hardly changed, the armor remained, though the cloth beneath did changed in its hue, to a lighter brown color, and my cape to a similar hazel on the outside, but a brilliant crimson on the inside, much like the trees that now lined the grounds. Hopefully, this would at least give the illusion that I actually gave a damn about the festival to the common people, and thus establish me as a somewhat decent individual, even if I was truly the embodiment of pure evil and darkness, as so many believed. But no man of any race was pure evil, there was always a spark of good in them, but I had done a very good job of insuring that such a spark was very well hidden and only appeared to me in private.
My golden eyes traveled over Link's body for a moment, even if he was merely sitting, almost curled up into a perfect ball before the fire, he was still a handsome man, and the trepidation in his eyes only made his visage more of a pleasure for the eyes, or at least my eyes.
"Rise Link, we're leaving for the festival." I ordered him calmly, walking forward, a light thump with each step I took, for such was my weight and the weight that I carried in armor. The young man complied, though still tentative and obviously nervous about wearing so very little. To me, though, it was still too much, and certain thoughts passed through my mind that I had to suppress, lest I actually fulfill them upon a very unwilling slave. Though it didn't really matter if he didn't want to comply to me, that just made it more interesting, but I couldn't do so before the festival...otherwise the poor man would probably lack the ability to walk, which was important, at least for tonight.
"And look what I have for you." I said with a sadistic smirk, producing from behind my back, the collar and chain that Link was to wear. "I was right, it does match what you're wearing, it flows perfectly." I finished, moving even closer to Link, who now looked to the floor with shame, like a dog who knew he had been naughty, or one who had been humiliated completely. Well, actually, he was the later of those comparisons. I slipped the collar around the elegant, pale neck of my personal slave, reveling for a moment in the sheer suppleness of his skin, something that I had secretly longed to touch for the longest time.
My physical desire for Link was a simple creation of two facts: One, the Gerudo women who filled my castle and my race were stubborn, annoying, and definitely not known for any great sexual prowess, and they complained constantly to me for every damn reason they could find, I though. Two: Link was none of those things, but better he was an innocent soul in general, naïve, malleable in mind, submissive to my will, had an appearance that did not look like the ass end of a cow, and had flesh that was not as callus as I was callous...in my eyes, the perfect toy. It was as simple as that, he was simply a better option in the long term, and it was always best to break a toy in if it was a little stiff to certain forces...in this case, embarrassment. My plans and thoughts were of such for Link that, if I were to try to fulfill them now, he would likely die from his heart racing too quickly in the sheer forcefulness of his chagrin. So for now, I would be patient, after all, I had all the time in the world.
I tugged at the chain on the Hyrulian's neck, doing so with such force that he was pulled into me, both of his hands reacting by pressing against my chest as if to slow him down, while both blue eyes looked up to me, the hue of the sea swirling in the orbs. My free arm slid around his waist, binding him to me for the moment being, while the other hand released the chain, so that the exposed fingers that were exposed from my glove to graze along his contours for a moment, down a thin but strong chest, worked abdominals and obliques, down past his hips to touch his supple thigh. I smiled wickedly.
"Perfect..."
Link
I find it completely doubtful that I had ever blushed as heavily as I did the moment that Ganondorf's fingers raked lightly over my skin, looking towards the ground, biting my lower lip until I felt that it would bleed, with a rush of heat in my cheeks that made the flames in the fireplace seem as ice. Even though it was odd, I could not help but keeping thinking on how those fingers felt, completely different from what I had ever expected. When one imagines an Evil King, one does not imagine that his fingers will even be human, they are almost expected to be rough and completely callus-ridden, and yet this was not the case. Ganondorf's fingers were a little callus, yes, but not rough, they were smooth, even if hardened by use. Wait, why was I event thinking on this? Why couldn't I help myself? It only made my embarrassment grow all the more as I tried to understand why these sensations were not as appalling as I knew they should be. I felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, and yet I could not move because of Ganondorf's arm binding me against my will.
And then as soon as they sensations had begun, they ended, and felt my chain being yanked as the King of Darkness began to leave the room, having replaced the chain in his hand, wrapped around his palm, and twisted between his large fingers. I followed him as he led be through the castle like his personal pet, my eyes never leaving the ground as my mind tried to understand why my thoughts were not as they should be, or at least not as one would expect them to be. I was only nineteen, true, and it was also true that I had never felt hands on my body, save for my own, but that did not explain why there was a small level of content with letting him make such actions against me.
Was it a bad thing that I was not actively trying to resist? Was it a bad thing that I was not protesting and trying to keep his hands off of me? It was a bad thing, but my situation forced such things to become realities, because there was no other choice but to let them happen, for I would rather take those touches, as wrong as I knew they were, than let people suffer for them. But then again, were they wrong? I had learned years ago that I was attracted...well...to the same sex, but that did not make those copped feels any less perverse, though it did explain at least a small part of why I was a just a little content with feeling them.
I tried to take my mind off the situation, so I stared at the back of Ganondorf's head, doing my best not to imagine anything at all, just feeling and thinking nothing. The Gerudo did have a sense of taste, he did have to admit, his long locks being contained in small rolls, and then bound by a crown, almost a halo, of gold, with a plate on the back of his head to hide the stretched hairs from the back of his scalp. It was ingenious, though it did make me curious to see all that hair let down. Damnit, I had failed at simply trying to not think...but nonetheless, that image did stay in my mind, and at the very least, it gave me something else to focus on, something to help ease my shame and embarrassment.
Ganondorf
I led my pet through the halls of the castle on a short leash, pulling him along at a slightly quick pace, because for each step I took, he had to take two. I kept myself occupied by counting the windows in the tower as we passed them, keeping my mind off the fact that I could very easily force Link into an adjacent room and twist him around my pinkie without a second thought, and use him like a cheap whore until he was completely and totally satisfied. I wondered for a time if Link even realized how easy such a task would be for me, but I rather doubted it, he probably didn't even realize exactly what had happened to him just a few minutes before. Naïve boy.
Once we reached the base of the castle, I hurried us both along to the festival, which I had set up in front of the castle, so that I would not actually be forced to go anywhere when I had to be at a damn celebration of some kind. Oh well, if it gave the people the little bit of bliss they needed to continue on with their worthless, pointless, and pathetic lives, who was I to stop them? Oh, that's right, I was the King, I had the power to choose who lived and who died...but then again, I had that kind of power before I was even King of Hyrule. I shook my head lightly, breaking my thoughts so that I could focus a little more on what was at hand.
The festival was a simple one, a good deal of food, a good deal of wine and beer and ale, entertainment of various kinds, the basic things that made a festival, I supposed. I had never thrown one, so I allowed the Hyrulians to do it for me. At the center of the festivities was a large table, a massive rectangle that stretched much farther than its width, with a large, throne-like chair at the center of the longest side. It hardly took a genius to know that I was sitting there.
I brought Link with me as I sat within the arms of the chair, while he continued to look around the festival, obviously very curious, but a light tinge of red on his cheeks that probably resided in the fact that others had been stared at several times, whispered about...perfect, absolutely perfect. My revenge was coming along nicely, and Link's mental and emotional torture was only just beginning.
"Where am I going to sit, Lord Ganondorf?" said the light voice of Link, who was still standing.
"Why, in my lap, of course..." I said with a cruel grin and a small, but nefarious chuckle.
Link was stunned for a moment, his cheeks truly flushing as the color of roses as he struggled to respond, "Lord Ganondorf...p-please tell me that you're j-joking..." he said quitely.
I turned my head, my face completely placid and phlegmatic, my golden eyes looking into the sapphire one's with apathy.
"Does my visage give you the impression that I am joking, Link?"
The blond Hyrulian blushed a little more and shook his head for a silent 'No' before slowly slipping into my lap, my blood boiling with a sensation of lust in my veins, and were it not for my own self-control, I likely would have held him down a molested him with my touch until I was quite satisfied. But I could be patient for that...for an hour or two...