June 2025 Drabble #1

Ganondorf/anon people – Ganondorf got captured and trussed up and blindfolded so his new... owners... can have their fill of his body.

Part 1 (This Part)

Part 2 (have a look at discord for details on why it had to be deleted)

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The darkness is disorienting, just like the tickling brushes against his face are. Ganondorf can tell that there are multiple individuals surrounding him, but he can’t pinpoint exactly how many.

His heart is thundering in his chest, fingers carefully flexing behind him.

The next time he feels the faintest brush against his lips, he bites.

His large, white teeth close around nothing and the force of them clacking together rattles through his skull and makes the impending migraine worse.

Still, he thinks like he hears a tiny little sound from one of the people surrounding him. A gust of breath like they want to laugh but temp down on it immediately.

“I will unleash hell upon you all,” he growls out. His muscles bulge mightily as he pulls against his bindings yet again. They hold firm. The material is hard as steel and completely unrelenting. “I will skin you alive. I will throw you to my beasts. You will rue the day-”

He cuts off abruptly as a palm connects with his cheek, throwing his head to the side with the completely unexpected impact.

Yet still, nobody talks. They are so careful to remain anonymous. To just play with him. Someone grabs a fist full of his hair and jerks his head back. He bares his teeth at them in a wild display, his tongue briefly flicking against the gem inlaid into one of his his canines.

It’s a self-soothing motion, really; something familiar as he feels the heat of bodies coming closer and fingers dancing against his pecs.

The feeling has heat sizzling through his body and his nipples grow tight and sensitive despite himself. It must be immediately spotted because the fingers start to gently, almost soothingly drag across the tight bud. Ripples of pleasure lap up and down his spine and settle deep in his abdomen.

He can feel the heat of breath against his face and the hand on the back of his head gripping tighter before he can jerk forward in a devastating headbutt.

The first words since coming to are uttered to him then; whispered in a way that makes it impossible to figure out who the voice might belong to.

“Squeal for us, pig.”

Anger. Hatred. White hot and so all consuming that he is stunned for a moment, time suspended in the same darkness as he is. He inhales sharply.

“How dare-guh-”

He reels as a gag is forced between his teeth the moment he starts speaking. He growls, throwing his head despite the tight grip on his hair, trying to shake the device off, but unable to do anything other than listen to the heavy breathing around him and the clinking of metal clasps getting closed behind his head.

Someone brushes his cheek between the straps digging into his flesh. The motion is gentle, the fingers tiny. He can feel humiliation choking him.

Just a bunch of Hylians then? How did they manage to put him into this position in the first place?

The darkness is all encompassing and velvety around him. It takes on almost a personality on its own as he feels more fingers on his person; returning to one of his pecs, gently, softly tweaking one of his nipples.

He tries to growl but it comes out as a strangled squeak through the gag holding his mouth nice and open.

He is at their mercy.

And they want to play.