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Link continued to fight as he was dragged away from Zelda, heedless of the Yiga’s threats. He couldn’t let these monsters continue to hurt her, he couldn’t -
He doubled over as one of the Yiga footsoldiers buried the butt of their weapon in his gut, gasping for breath, fighting to keep upright as pain screamed through him, the attack aggravating his other injuries.
The Yiga took advantage of his momentary lapse, yanking on the chains attached to his collar, and Link had no choice but to follow or fall flat on his face. He stumbled after them, doing his best not to trip over the manacles around his feet.
“If you still have the energy to fight like this, we clearly haven’t done our jobs properly,” a Blademaster to his left said. Link bared his teeth but couldn’t turn to look at the man as his collar dug into his neck, forcing him further down the hall.
“We’ll just have to find some new way to exhaust you.”
Several of the Yiga clansmen surrounding him laughed, and Link’s skin prickled, a pit forming as he tried to imagine what else the Yiga might do to them. They’d spent hours beating him and taking turns raping him over and over again already. What else could they possibly intend?
The question still lurked in Link’s mind as they arrived back at the room they’d been keeping him in. It was much more reinforced than the one where Zelda was held, only one door leading in and out of the room, which was made of heavy wood with a metal overlay, making it highly unlikely Link would manage to break it down if he got free. That itself seemed an impossible task; several sets of manacles hung from the walls and ceiling, and there were several other contraptions Link didn’t recognize but were obviously built to restrain a person, allowing the Yiga to move him into different positions.
Link froze in the doorway, dread filling him at the sight of the room. He wasn’t given any choice in where the Yiga were leading him, however, and another harsh tug at his collar dragged him inside, the door closing behind him.
“Bring him over here,” the Blademaster said, jerking his head towards the center of the room, where a wooden frame stood. It wasn’t anything Link had seen before, but that didn’t stop the dread he felt from growing with each reluctant step towards it.
The frame was solidly built, made of more heavy wood, with two horizontal slats standing at chest height between them, one on top of the other. Three holes were cut into their center and as they approached, one of the Yiga stepped forward and lifted the top board, which swung upwards on silent hinges.
Link did his best to fight, but more Yiga grabbed the chains, forcing him forward until he was standing directly in front of the device. A pair of hands grabbed Link’s wrists above the manacles he wore and he tensed as the chains were unlocked, immediately fighting against the hands holding him. The Blademaster holding him swore, gloves sliding against skin as he tried to keep his grip.
Suddenly, a fist came out of nowhere, crashing into Link’s jaw and sending his reeling, pulling the chains connected to his collar taut as he tried to regain his balance, too distracted to keep fighting as another Yiga grabbed one of his wrists, both of his arms forced in front of him. A harsh tug on his collar forced Link to bend forward, more hands grabbing him, forcing him forward until his neck and wrists were resting in the semicircles carved into the lower board. As soon as he was in position, the upper half was lowered and locked, trapping him in place.
The hands holding him let go and Link squirmed, pulling against the wood, twisting his hands in an attempt to free them, but there wasn’t enough room to get them through the holes. His collar dug harshly into his neck, muscles straining as the Yiga allowed him to tire himself out.
Finally, Link’s struggles slowed, muscles trembling and head drooping as he fought to catch his breath. Already, he could feel the strain along his back and neck caused by the awkward angle he was held at, and knew it would only be a matter of time before he was in true agony.
“Are you done fighting yet?” The Blademaster asked, twisting a fist in Link’s hair and pulling his head up. Link growled at him, glaring as well as he could, but the man just laughed.
“Well, I think that’ll only make this next part more fun for us.” He looked up and nodded at one of the others who was standing behind Link. The hero braced himself, expecting one of them to start fucking him again, and was startled when instead something broad and flat came down hard on his ass with a resounding smack.
Pain followed a moment later, and heat flooded Link as he realized what the Yiga had in mind. He shouted wordlessly, straining once more against the wood. Another hit, this time to the tops of his thighs, and Link barely bit back a scream as his balls were caught too, pain radiating through his groin. He could hear the Yiga around him laughing, several making wagers on how long he would last before crying, and grit his teeth against the burn of humiliation as the blows kept coming.
Link lost count somewhere around the thirtieth strike, each hit only adding to the agony radiating through his ass and thighs. He couldn’t help the small grunts and pained noises that fell from his lips, his head hanging and mouth open as he panted through it. He flinched as someone approached his head, but couldn’t get away when a metal ring was suddenly shoved between his teeth, forcing his mouth wider. Link shouted in protest, shaking his head in an attempt to dislodge it, but it was no use; leather straps dug into his cheeks as the ring gag was tied tightly behind his head, leaving his mouth open.
“Not so dangerous now, are you?” A voice asked above him, and Link jerked his head back as three fingers forced their way into his mouth, jaw tightening around the metal ring. The man laughed and shoved his fingers deeper, hitting the back of Link’s tongue and making him gag.
Some of the Yiga had come around to his front to watch this new humiliation and Link snarled at them as well as he could given the circumstances.
They only laughed in response, making lewd comments as their companion kept thrusting his fingers in and out of Link’s mouth before removing them entirely.
“Looks like we’re finally going to be able to fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” he said, pulling down his tights and freeing his cock. It was already half-hard and Link pulled his head back, ignoring the way the collar dug painfully into his neck. The man grabbed his hair, ignoring the way Link shook his head, and guided his cock into Link’s mouth with a satisfied groan. He wrinkled his nose, jaw tightening reflexively as he tried to bite down despite the ring forcing his mouth open. The Yiga started thrusting shallowly, his cock slowly hardening as it slid over Link’s tongue.
With this new distraction, Link had momentarily forgotten about what was being done to the lower half of his body, and it didn’t register at first that the blows had stopped until someone pinched his ass. Sharp pain radiated through him and he grunted, squirming in an effort to get away from probing fingers as the Yiga kneaded the skin, aggravating the bruises that had already begun to form.
Rage filled Link, making his heart pound and drowning out the laughter and jeers of the watching Yiga. His hands curled into fists as he twisted them, trying desperately to free them to no avail.
“Have you still not gotten it through your thick skull?” The one using his mouth asked, pulling Link off his cock by his hair. “You belong to us now. You and that whore of a princess. You’re never going to leave here alive, so there’s no point fighting.” He tapped the head of his cock against Link’s cheeks, smearing pre and saliva across them. Link glared, his nose wrinkling in disgust as the Yiga added to the mess that had already dried on his face. “I know fighting was all you were good for as the hero, but you aren’t the hero anymore. You’re just a cocksleeve for us to use until we get bored of you.”
As if to accentuate his point, he shoved his cock back into Link’s mouth, making the Hylian choke as he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt. At the same time, Link felt the blunt head of a cock pressing against his ass and grunted, eyes squeezing shut as he was breached there as well.
Link gagged as both men thrust forward, rocking Link in his restraints and pushing him further onto the cock in his mouth. Coarse hair scratched his nose, the scent of sweat and musk filling his nostrils as he gagged, throat convulsing as he struggled to breathe around the obstruction. Drool slid fast down his chin when he was finally released, nearly choking as he gasped for air before it was cut off on another thrust.
The two men quickly fell into a rhythm together, rocking Link back and forth between them. He did his best to time his breathing, inhaling each time the Yiga in front of him pulled back and exhaling as he pushed forward, the head of his cock hitting the back of Link’s throat and making him gag and choke.
Link wasn’t sure how much time had passed by the time they started moving faster. He rocked harder between them, shoulders pressing against unyielding wood and collar digging into his neck as their thrusts became more intense, and Link prayed they would be done soon. He was exhausted, legs trembling with the strain of his position, and his back ached already.
“Don’t think we’re letting you out of here any time soon,” a voice to Link’s right said, seeming to pick up on the direction of his thoughts. “We’re all going to have a turn with you first. Gotta make sure the lesson sticks.”
Laughter followed his words, and Link couldn’t keep back a sob. The thought of being stuck like this while they all used him was nearly overwhelming, and for a brief moment, Link wished he could speak, so he could beg them to release him.
The two men were slamming into him now, the wooden frame creaking with the strength of their thrusts, and Link couldn’t think beyond the pain radiating through him and the need to breathe. Suddenly, the man using his mouth pulled out and grabbed his cock, stroking hard. His cock pulsed and he came with a loud moan, cock spurting across Link’s face and hair. Some managed to land in his open mouth, and Link flinched, the taste unpleasantly salty on his tongue.
A moment later, the man behind him slammed into him for a final time, and Link felt the now-familiar flood of cum as he reached his own orgasm and pulled out, some of his release dribbling out after him to coat Link’s thighs.
“Don’t you look pretty like that?” The man still holding Link’s head said, thumb coming up to rub across the hero’s swollen lower lip. Finally, he released his grip, letting Link’s head fall forwards, and stepped back. “Now, who’s next?”