Link stared at the ceiling, breathing calmly with half-closed lids as he felt the soft cushioning of the bed against his back. His energy was completely spent and his fighting spirit was about to fizzle. He turned to his side at the empty wall where the Master Sword once laid, but is now on the ground floor and much too far from his reach. His plan had failed in the uttermost horrifying way, but that wasn't the worst of it. He was having trouble recalling images of Ilia and even Midna, his thoughts constantly interrupted by…by…

Link shivered and closed his eyes as a large hand slowly traveled up his navel and towards his chest, rubbing gently and drawing sensual circles around his flat breasts. He tried to steady his breathing as the hand softly caressed his skin, callous fingers guiltlessly enjoying the touch of delicious smooth flesh. Link trembled and shut his eyes tighter as another hand slowly crawled up his leg, past his knee and towards his inner thigh. He suppressed any noise threatening to leave his mouth as the hand teasingly ran up his manhood and began applying pressure. Suddenly, Link felt his groin ache painfully, and he slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look up at the other man grinning down at him with a calm amusing smile.

"Feels good, doesn't it, Hero?" Ganondorf emphasized mockingly as he caressed that beautiful body he had enjoyed devouring again and again. He watched as the chosen one grimaced and suddenly turn his head away at the feel of his arousal now being stroked. Ganondorf leaned down to bite on the Hylian's ear. "You should just give up resisting. Look, your body is suffering. You will only give yourself more pain."

"Ah…owwaaa…" A drawn out, subdued moan escaped Link's lips as he tried fruitlessly to prevent his erection from hardening, but just as his enemy said, he only made it harder on himself. However, for the hero, it wasn't about whether he was feeling pain or not. It was about his pride, his dignity, his integrity, and right now, Ganondorf is successfully stripping away all of those things in the worst possible manner. Link would prefer his enemy to beat him senseless, but his enemy had chosen instead to have him suffer in inner turmoil filled with guilty pleasure that would drive him mad.

Link gasped and thrashed his head to the other side, his muscles tensing as Ganondorf slipped a hand down his buttocks and poke a finger in, playing with his hole. The hero fell into pitiful fits of whimpers as his aching groin and abused channel are played with simultaneously, slowly, deeply, sensually.

It was so wrong, but his body continued to welcome the touches. Welcome the caresses. Welcome the violations. And Link's mind screamed and screamed in silent pain as his body desired, wanted, and craved.

More pleasure. More touches. More carnal flesh.

Link wanted to punch himself in the face. Perhaps he should just lose himself to insanity.

Or allow his courage to push him on and not give up.

When Link opened his eyes, he noticed that it must be afternoon judging by the direction of the sun outside his window. Completely drained and tired, Link sluggishly pushed himself up from the bed, every part of his body aching and bruised both physically and mentally. He was famished, having not eaten since the night before, and already it was past noon. Thus, it was understandable when the sweet aroma of food reached his nose that Link immediately drank in the delicious scent with hunger and desire. And that's when he noticed that Ganondorf was nowhere in sight.

Blinking in surprise, Link swung himself out of bed, nearly toppling over in the process due to the soreness, and looked over the rail down at the kitchen where he saw his enemy cooking.

In an apron.

Link's eyebrow began twitching. The scene was rather disturbing, whether it be the fact that his enemy was currently using his kitchen, or the fact that his enemy could even fit into his apron given the man's larger size. But it was a relief to know that at least Ganondorf had chosen to wear pants while in Link's apron.

How…considerate of him, Link thought sarcastically. Glancing around, Link searched for any clothing he could find to cover himself. His pants were now gone (how convenient), and his Ordonian top had been torn beyond repair earlier in the night. However, on a chair, he noticed a particularly large undershirt, no doubt belonging to the very culprit himself. Grimacing, Link would rather not have to be forced to wear a clothing of his enemy who had caused him much suffering in the last twenty-four hours. At the same time, the idea of walking downstairs completely naked, and possibly inciting his enemy's lust for his body once more, did not seem appealing either. Thus, sighing, Link slowly put the large shirt over his head, noting how convenient of the shirt to reach past his knees and therefore safely cover every part of his privates. Tiredly, Link headed for the ladder and began slowly descending down to the first floor.

Upon reaching the ground, the hero watched Ganondorf, who was stirring a pot of stew, turn around and grin his usual evil grin. "Sit down, Hero, it is time for us to feast."

Link's eye began twitching again. Seeing Ganondorf with that evil smile while wearing an apron and telling him to eat was just beyond disturbing now.

Wearily and sluggishly, Link pulled out a chair and sat down at his small kitchen table. He slumped forward and closed his eyes, still tired yet starving. If anything, he was just glad to be covered in clothing again, even though it was only a shirt.

His eyes startled open at the sound of a pot being placed heavily in the middle of the table. The smell of fresh cooked meat with vegetables filled Link's nose, and the Hero almost felt like saliva was about to drool out of his mouth at the thought of the food's taste.

Wait. His enemy cooked for him?

Link suddenly stiffened, watching Ganondorf carefully as the other man grabbed two bowls and spoons and set them at the table. The taller figure then proceeded to fill both bowls with the delicious stew before sitting down on the other end of the table.

"Eat," Ganondorf gestured with the same evil smile.

Link stared at the large pot. At that moment, his mind and body went into battle. His head was screaming for him to rebel, to not eat such cooking from that appalling man, while his body grumbled in hunger, tempted by the delicious aroma and sight.

Link bit his lip and felt like he wanted to whimper.

Ganondorf, upon noticing the hero's inner turmoil, looked up and smiled in amusement, clearly enjoying the sight. "Why, what is the matter, Hero? Do you not feel famished? After all, we did do a lot in the last how many hours. You must be out of strength and need the nutrition."

Link clenched his teeth at the ridicule, not amused at all by the comment. In fact, the comment was like a blow to his face. Fingers gripping the sides of his chair, Link continued to glare at the pot of stew, willing his body to ignore the hunger.

He can do this. Of course he can. During his adventures, had he not spent many days and nights filled with sleepless rest and barely anytime to eat?

And then suddenly, Link noticed that Ganondorf had moved his chair diagonally next to him, bringing his own bowl with him. The larger man swiftly took Link's bowl, used the spoon to scoop up some of the soup, and brought the spoon up to Link's mouth.

"Drink, it is good," Ganondorf said.

Link furrowed his eyebrows, trying to look as angry and determined as possible, resisting the urge to taste that oh so delicious soup staring right back at him.

"Drink," Ganondorf urged again, this time bringing the spoon even closer to the hero's mouth.

Link swallowed and licked his lips, his throat going dry while his stomach was screaming in madness.

Fight it! Fight it!

"Still so stubborn, I see," Ganondorf chuckled in amusement as he now brought the warm spoon of soup to the surface of Link's lips.

Link, starting to lose the battle, found his mouth quivering and his eyebrows furrowing even more as the warm liquid reached his closed yet trembling lips. And then, in confusion, Link found himself parting his mouth slightly – only slightly – and felt the warm liquid begin to trickle into his mouth.

The soup was like his savior, his medicine, his answer to all his madness. Link slowly savored the taste and swallowed, sighing silently as the warm liquid traveled down his throat and into his stomach. And then Ganondorf brought another spoonful of soup to his lips. Again, Link opened his mouth and bit down on the spoon, drinking the delicious liquid like a man who had just crossed the Gerudo desert without water for days. And Link bit on the spoon again. And again. And again. And he gulped the soup down desperately, impatient at Ganondorf's slow pace in feeding him.

Meanwhile, Ganondorf smiled in satisfaction at the hero drinking up the soup hungrily. He continued to feed the boy, chuckling silently as the hero forgot about his stubborn attempt at rebelling. Gold-colored eyes traced that thin yet fit body, noting how delicious the hero looked while wearing his shirt.

It was madness. Ganondorf knew he would devour the boy again after their meal.

Soon, the bowl was empty, and Link immediately helped himself to another round of soup, this time pouring it on his own and feeding himself. The soup was so delicious, so comforting, so warm, and he bit hungrily at the chunks of meat and chewed on the sweet smelling vegetables. It was pure joy, joy that he had not felt since last night when…

When…

A spoon dropped in the empty bowl as Link sighed, his stomach content now that his hunger was satiated. That's when every part of his muscles began to tense, reality crashing back down, and Link whirled his head to find his enemy still eating calmly, finishing up the rest of the portions. A sweat drop began to trickle down the side of Link's forehead as he watched Ganondorf continue to focus on his own meal without looking up.

Link's heart was beating fast as fear rose inside of him.

When will Ganondorf take him again? Surely after his enemy finished the meal, the man will have his energy back and may want to…

May want to…

Link swallowed as he stared at those large hands around the bowl and spoon.

Those large hands running up his thighs and breasts with hungry desire.

Link shivered and saw that Ganondorf was now looking at him with a questioning look. Realizing that he had been staring this whole time, Link blushed in embarrassment and looked away, pretending to be preoccupied with the fireplace. But this time, Ganondorf continued to gaze at him, eyes piercing through every part of his body and violating every part of his skin.

Link suppressed another shiver as he attempted vainly to ignore the stare, not wanting to know the dirty thoughts going through Ganondorf's head at that very moment.

"We will take a bath later after our meal," Ganondorf stated nonchalantly.

Link furrowed his eyebrows. How could his enemy talk so naturally as though they were old friends? It was becoming annoying. And then, blue orbs drifted to a shiny object still stuck to the ground on the other side of the room.

If only he can get to the Master Sword.

The rest of the afternoon was spent lazily around. Link crawled back into bed and slept, still tired but at least not hungry. Meanwhile, Ganondorf stayed on the ground floor to read the few books that Link had in his home. Although it was the opportune time to devise a new plan of attack and escape, the hero found himself too tired to think. The day's events, the horrifying experience of being taken while Ilia stood on the other side of the door, and last night's activities felt like a whole week full, and Link was exhausted. He did wander about Ganondorf's motives, for the larger man seemed to be making himself quite at home, much to Link's dislike. And then Link shuddered at a thought: Ganondorf was holding him hostage. No doubt his enemy stayed downstairs to guard the Master Sword, the hero's only means of getting himself out of this predicament. Not wanting to dwell anymore on his sobering situation, Link drifted off to sleep once more, escaping to his safe haven of dreams.

Night fell again, and Link was woken up by the sound of heavy footsteps climbing up the ladder. When he turned around, he found Ganondorf standing right next to his bed, still shirtless but at least with pants.

"Get up. We will now go take a bath," the man ordered with a grin while grabbing his cape at the same time, the cape to be used as a towel later.

Link was irked by the order, and glared back at his enemy. But Ganondorf only widened his grin and grabbed the hero by the arm, pulling him out of bed and onto his feet.

"I suggest you be good, Hero," Ganondorf sneered. "You're looking mighty tasty wearing my shirt, and it is already past dinnertime."

Link gritted his teeth and, with reluctant angry blue eyes, followed Ganondorf down the ladder.

Upon reaching the front door, Ganondorf turned around to say to the hero, "Do not think about trying to run away from me. Should you do so, I will go back straight to the village and pay a nice visit to some of your friends. And I am fast, very fast."

Link only glared back silently.

Ganondorf grinned his evil grin once more. "It is dark now, and the moon is out. No doubt everyone has gone back to their homes, so please lead the way to the hot spring near your village."

Link swallowed an urge to lash out, knowing full well that he was not the only one being held hostage. His whole village was being held hostage, and one false move could endanger the inhabitants' lives. Clenching a fist, Link reached up to unlock and open the door when he stopped and hesitated, remembering that he was only wearing Ganondorf's shirt as clothing.

Seeing the pause, Ganondorf noted, "It is unlikely that we will run into anyone at this hour. No need to worry about your…appearance." Ganondorf seemed to draw out that last word purposefully as his eyes noted the messy golden tresses with dry sweat and cum stained skin underneath that single layer of clothing.

This irritated Link more, and the boy swung the door open roughly, annoyed. As they climbed down the tree and left the house, the moon shone brightly on the floor, lighting the way clearly. Link headed through the forest down a path that would lead to a hot spring that he often goes to for bathing. At the thought of the warm, welcoming water, Link became eager to cleanse himself of the foul smell and nasty stains of his enemy. His body felt sticky and dirty, and there was no greater time then to scrub himself clean of his enemy's marks on him.

And then, the realization that he would be bathing completely naked in front of his enemy struck him like lightning. The setup was unmistakable. With no one around and an open spring, there was no doubt that Ganondorf's sexual urges would awaken full speed at the mere thought alone.

Link swallowed and frowned, a dreadful feeling at the pit of his stomach. He suddenly wished he had lied about a hot spring being nearby.