Patreon Compilation – Fic#361 – Ganondorf/Zelda/Link – cock cage; nipple stimulation; humiliation kink – Safely Locked Away

Ganondorf/Zelda/Link – Ganondorf is Princess Zelda's toy; always a welcome pet to be punished. He loves it. Honestly.

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His cock is locked away in a gorgeous little prison of metal and gemstones but it still flexes desperately once Princess Zelda lets her robe fall and shows off the plump mountains of her tits and the enticing little dip of her waist just before it spreads out generously into her hips.

She’s never been particularly dainty. She’s small – certainly smaller than Ganondorf – but she’s always been curvy and he’s been appreciating it intensely. Hell, she knows that he loves her body. There’s no doubt about it when his cock, squeezed into its adorable little cage, tries so desperately to grow big and hard for her.

He slowly pulls forward under her watchful gaze, one corner of her mouth tipped up. She puts her hands on her child bearing hips and just stands there, her feet just parted enough to not squeeze her plump thighs together and show him glimpses of her candy pink cunt.

Ganondorf feels like he is going insane. He moves like a Lynel; slow and careful, barely making a sound despite his towering size. His gaze is zeroed in on her cunt. She has a soft little patch of pubes growing right at the apex of her labia but it’s so light that she looks naked.

He’s so focused on his prize that he does not hear the chain clinging until it pulls taut and he’s unwittingly choking himself just a hair’s breadth from her pussy. Close enough to smell her but not to touch.

Zelda chuckles. She extends an arm and bends forward, her tits swaying along with gravity. Ganondorf’s eyes zero in on the motion; on how her heavy nipples seem to be pointing down, already swollen with excitement.

Her small hand touches the top of his head. She does not card her fingers through his hair because it is braided close to his scalp in wonderful, waving patterns and she does not want to disturb it or pull on his skin. She just wants to pat him and make sure he understands the position he is in.

“You’re adorable,” she croons. “Look at you. So eager to please me.”

She stands back up straight and finally takes a step back, pulling her cunt out of his immediate vicinity. He both hates it and feels himself relaxing. His cock keeps trying to fatten up despite its tight cage making it impossible. There’s a faint ache appearing between his hips; a pressure that makes his as shift a little against his heels on which he sits down.

Zelda keeps smiling at him. She’d look cherubic if it weren’t for the mean glint in her green eyes. She is not as innocent as she likes to make others believe. She is a ruler with an iron fist underneath her soft-spoken, sweet exterior. Ganondorf can respect that. Reluctantly.

Just like he can somewhat respect that she managed to put him into this humiliating situation; naked and bound, adorned with gold and gemstones for her viewing pleasure.

And locked away. His pride and joy forced into the golden little cage that is just small enough to make the meaty flex spill out between its round, fat little bars.

His hands slowly curl into fists against the floor. He wants to lunge forward and after her but immediately gets choked by the collar around his neck for his trouble.

Another soft little chuckle from the bed has his eyes cutting over to Link lying back, naked and unselfconscious. He is bracing himself on his elbows and has his legs shifted a little apart like he wants to show off his cock. Like he wants to humiliate Ganondorf by showing him how it reaches up into the sky, hard and flushed and entirely unencumbered by a cage.

Ganondorf bares his teeth at him, muscles bunching, then releasing once more uselessly. Tethered as he is, he won’t be able to do anything anyway. All he can do is kneel and feel the arousal building in impossible pressure in his body. Even his nipples feel overly hot and sensitive. He wants to touch them but the thought of pleasuring himself under the watchful gaze of these two little… gremlins has him hesitating.

Zelda pauses suddenly on her way over to the bed and instead of crawling onto it and, very possibly, onto her knight’s straining cock, she turns her head slowly and stares at Ganondorf. He shudders underneath the weight of that emerald glare, feeling his shoulders wanting to lower themselves and his spine wanting to bend in submissive deference.

He forces himself instead to tilt his chin up. He is proud. He will not be cowed by her enigmatic stare and the impossible intelligence dancing behind it.

“You know… that is a marvellous idea,” she suddenly croons. She turns her body, back to her knight once more, and slowly sits down on the edge of the bed. Her full attention is on Ganondorf. “Why don’t you show us how sensitive your nipples can be, Ganondorf?”

Ganondorf balks. His shoulders throw themselves back in his surprise, upper body tilting away from the Princess.

How?!

Her eyes are heavy lidded but the gaze beneath them is sharp. Above her shoulder, Link’s face is now appearing. There’s a smirk settled firmly in place as he slowly snakes his arms around her waist and settles his kneeling legs at her sides, framing her but giving himself the option to hump her back like the dog that he is.

Zelda hums, ever allowing of her knight’s antics and not pulling her attention away from Ganondorf for a second even when Link shifts and cups her breasts in his hands, weighing them and dragging his rough thumbs across her swollen nipples.

Ganondorf refuses to watch him taunt him but that means staring right into the Princess’ face and watching her seizing him up; her intelligent – thought reading?? – gaze sliding down from his face, to his broad, muscled chest, and then to his cock pitifully kept in a cage.

His own eyes flicker down to the Princess’ throat. The only article of clothing she is wearing is a silk choker from which the dainty little key to his prison hangs. She smiles and reaches up, not dislodging Link’s arms to toy with the key.

“If you behave like a good pet, I will let you out to play,” she croons. “But for that I would like you to show us what you can do. I am sure you’re so sensitive that you could come just from massaging your breasts… or am I wrong?”

Ganondorf swallows thickly. Their eyes are on him; he can feel their gazes like actual physical touches. His cock twitches in its cage but all that it manages is start to drool like a dog with a bone held in front of its maw. Zelda lifts her hand higher from her throat to shield her mouth; as if that would keep him from hearing her tittering little laugh as she sees his manhood desperately salivate at the thought of being allowed to play with them.

His ears are burning. His mind is a churning maelstrom of trying to tell himself not to give in to any of their demands and wanting himself to play along so he may have the release and relief that he is after.

They’re in a stalemate for but a moment before he… gives in. He feels like he does not have any choice. Not if he wants to be released from his gorgeous little cage any time soon. His testicles are swollen obscenely beneath the tiny package that his manhood had been forced into, and as he slowly lifts a hand to brush his fingertips across a plump nipple, they pull up eagerly toward his body.

This would not take long. Zelda and Link seem to realize as much because their eyes light up with renewed interest, their mouths opening plump and red. Link forgets about the Princess’ tits in his hands, just holding them as his attention shifts to another pair of breasts.

Ganondorf lowers his gaze somewhat, staring in the vicinity of the Princess’ navel as he lifts his other hand as well. His nipples are both pierced with warm golden jewelry and are all the more sensitive for it. His breathing comes in harsh little pants as he tugs on the bells on either side of his nipple. The motion of the little barbells slides through his body like hot oil, settling right between his massively muscular thighs and causing his caged cock to flex again. More wetness drools from the tip. No longer clear but rather going on milky white.

He carefully pinches the soft flesh between his fingertips, careful not to use his sharp nails on them – yet – and the resulting electric shock has him hiss through his teeth and jerk his hips upward as if offering his pathetic dick up to his two jailers. His teeth are bared but they are not intimidated; neither by his size nor by his muscles or ferocity.

Instead they’re watching with their cheeks flushed hot and their breathing coming in sharp little bursts.

Even before he carefully scratches at one painfully sensitive nub, shocking himself into orgasm for them does he know that Zelda would not keep her promise. She would find a way to weasel out of it just so she could further humiliate him.

And yet in this exact moment… as he gasps with his jaw hanging wide open and his spine bending and his uselessly locked up cock drooling thick white strands onto the floor between his thighs – he can’t find that he minds all that much. It’s been a while since he’s had an orgasm that made his brain feel like melting out of his ears.