Chapter 2: The Claiming
Link was still shaking when the cold metal touched his wrists. Golden shackles, gleaming even in the dark, hanging from chains bolted into the stone ceiling. Ganondorf lifted one of Link's arms with casual strength and closed the cuff around it. The metal was warm, as if it had been waiting for him.
"No, please," Link whispered. His voice came out cracked. "I can't. I just..."
"You can." Ganondorf fastened the second cuff. The chains went taut, stretching Link's arms above his head, pulling his spent body upright onto his knees. "You can and you will. Look at you. You can barely hold yourself up and you're already getting hard again."
It was true. Link felt the blood crawling back into his cock, shameless, ignoring everything his mind was screaming. He turned his face away.
Ganondorf caught his chin in one huge hand and turned it back. His eyes were amber coals in the gloom. "None of that. You'll watch. You'll watch everything I do to you."
His other hand slid down Link's chest, slow, tracing each rib. He stopped just above Link's groin and hovered there, fingers a breath away from the stiffening shaft. Link's hips jerked forward on their own, chasing the touch.
"Greedy already." Ganondorf laughed low in his throat. "A minute ago you were crying, and now you're humping the air for me."
"I'm not," Link started, and then Ganondorf wrapped his fingers around him and the words dissolved into a gasp.
The stroke was slow, maddeningly slow, from base to crown, the big calloused palm dragging over every inch. Ganondorf's thumb circled the head, smearing the wetness already gathering there. Link's thighs quivered. The chains rattled as he pulled against them without meaning to.
"Faster," he breathed, and hated himself for it.
"No." Ganondorf stopped entirely. His hand went still, holding Link's cock without moving, and Link whimpered at the loss. "You don't give the orders anymore, hero. I do."
He leaned in and dragged his tongue up the side of Link's throat. Then lower, over his collarbone, down the center of his chest, teeth grazing a nipple until Link hissed. His hand never resumed its motion. He simply held Link's aching hardness while he kissed and bit his way down Link's stomach, and the stillness was worse than any roughness.
"Please," Link heard himself say. "Please, move. Please."
Ganondorf lifted his head and smiled, wolfish. "Please what? Say it plainly."
"Stroke me. Fuck. Stroke me, I need it."
Something in his own voice frightened him. He sounded wrecked already, and they had barely started. Ganondorf gave him exactly three strokes, slow and wet, then pulled his hand away and wiped Link's slick across Link's own heaving chest.
Link cried out, an ugly, desperate sound that echoed off the columns. His cock throbbed, heavy and neglected, bouncing against his belly. The edge he'd been pushed to receded slowly, leaving him dizzy.
"That's how this works now," Ganondorf said. He stepped back and looked at him, arms folded, taking his time about it. "You'll learn to ask nicer than that. You'll learn to mean it."
"Go to hell."
"Probably. Eventually." He unhooked something from his belt. A narrow strip of leather, supple, ending in a small flat flap. He let it trail over Link's inner thigh. "Until then, you're down here with me. And your body, that sweet, traitorous body, is going to tell me the truth even when your mouth lies."
The strap flicked lightly against the underside of Link's cock. Not hard, just a stinging kiss, and Link's whole body jumped, the chains singing. Then again, a little higher, right below the head, and the sting bled into heat, and the heat fed the ache, and Link realized with horror that he was leaking freely, dripping onto the dungeon floor.
"You're dripping for a whip," Ganondorf observed, delighted. "The great hero of Hyrule."
"Stop. Stop, I can't..."
"You can." The strap tapped again, feather-light, maddening. "You're going to come just like this, eventually, from almost nothing. But not yet. Not until you've earned it."
He dropped the strap and knelt in front of Link. Link's breath caught. Ganondorf's mouth was so close to his cock that Link could feel the heat of his breath, could see the dark tongue slip out and wet his lips.
"Don't," Link begged, which meant do it, and they both knew it.
Ganondorf licked him once. Just once. A slow stripe from base to tip, the flat of that broad tongue pressing the shaft flat against Link's stomach. Link's vision whited out at the edges. He sobbed.
Then Ganondorf took just the head into his mouth and sucked, hard, his tongue working the slit, and Link felt the orgasm rising immediately, a thick hot pressure coiling at the base of his spine.
"Wait, wait, I'm going to, I'm..."
Ganondorf pulled off. Completely. He sat back on his heels and watched Link's cock twitch and pulse at nothing, watched him thrust into empty air, tearful, bucking against the restraints as the climax stalled and died without ever breaking.
"You bastard," Link choked. "You absolute bastard."
"Say whose you are." Ganondorf rose to his feet, unbearably calm. He gripped Link's jaw again, thumb dragging through the tears on his cheek. "Say it, and I'll finish you. I'll make it the best you've ever had. I'll drain you dry and hold you after."
"I'm nobody's."
"Then we stay here." He cupped Link's balls in his palm and rolled them, gentle, agonizing. His mouth found Link's ear. "All night, if it takes all night. I've got a tongue and hands and time, hero. And you've got nothing but that dripping cock and a mouth you're too proud to use."
Link squeezed his eyes shut. His cock ached like a wound. The chains held him open and displayed and there was no part of his body the man hadn't already touched or tasted.
"Say it," Ganondorf murmured, and squeezed, just a little.
Link's resolve broke like dry bread.
"I'm yours," he gasped. "I'm yours, Ganondorf. I belong to you."
The words hung in the cold air, and something twisted loose in his chest, some last knot of pride he'd been clinging to without knowing it. Ganondorf went still for a moment, savoring it. Then he smiled, and dropped to his knees, and took Link all the way down to the root in one smooth, swallowing motion.
Link screamed. The orgasm he'd been denied three times hit him like a falling wall. Ganondorf's throat worked around him, milking every pulse, and Link's knees gave out entirely so that he hung from the shackles, convulsing, coming harder than he had ever come in his life while his greatest enemy drank down everything he had.
Ganondorf swallowed the last of it and pulled off slowly, deliberately, keeping his mouth sealed tight so that nothing was wasted. Then he stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked at the broken, swaying hero with satisfaction deep as a mine.
"Good boy," he said. "Now say it again. I want to hear it when you're not begging."