A permanent haze of dust fills the air around him as his eyes spring open. Link is sputtering, coughing against the restraints that hold his arms off and up to the sides and catch his ankles so that his feet are just off of the ground. The leather of the straps over his chest and arms sticks to his bare flesh with a layer of drying sweat to prime it.
The real peculiar thing is the weight between his legs. Link can't move his head to see his crotch, but something heavy and jangly hangs from his cock. Using all of his might, Link drew his arms together to lift himself against the straps. With his back arched slightly toward the ceiling he tried tuck his head to his chest to see further down his body.
Weak with lack of water, he's only able to maintain this position for a hairs width of time before dropping back into the strict, inverted spread-eagle that his restraints were meant to enforce. His vision is blurry from dust and he is quite sure that he's been drugged, but he remembers this place. The Yiga Clan hideout that hides behind the statues of the heroines in the Gerudo Highlands. The odd mix of Sheikah inspired architecture with a focus on guarding against stealth coupled with the more practical Gerudo workings would have given his location away even if he hadn't seen this place himself years ago.
The Yiga had never been about torture; they wanted Link dead, especially now considering he is the one who killed their leader and ruined the very thing that they worked to see come for fruition. Link swayed slightly from his previous attempt to raise himself up, he should try it again, but he couldn't muster the strength.
Footsteps nearby alerted him to an incoming colors of the surrounding room are marred together: rust colored blotches with little slashes of darkness where a tapestry hung or the bursting bright light of a torch. More footfalls. Someone approaches Link flanked by statuesque figures. Even with his sight failing Link could see the lustrous bronze colored skin and the shock red-orange hair of the Gerudo.
One of them grasps his chin in her hand, lifting his face to meet her gaze. She's shorter than the others with dark green lips, her every movement rattles with dozens of little pieces of metal jewelry clanging together.
"Makeela Riju?" Link's speech has the effect of rubbing sandpaper in the back of his throat.
Her skin is soft as she runs her slender fingers along under his chin and neck. "It's nice to see I made an impression, Link. As you can probably guess, you left one on me." Riju snaps her fingers and there's a thunderous sound as her attendants click to attention, the butts of their weapons into the ground hammering into the stone of the ground.
One of them hands the Gerudo Chieftain a waterskin that sloshes with every subtle moment. "I apologize for the harsh treatment. My soldiers aren't used to gentle detainment and procurement."
Link can't remember. He vaguely knows where he was before waking up. As if sensing his confusion, Riju steps in stroking his bare shoulder, her chest presses into the space where his shoulder and neck meet. Her skin is slick with an oil that smells almost like a creamy coconut and her touch is more soothing than it should be. She carefully turns Link's head, letting him drink from the waterskin.
Water has ever tasted so pure and cool. Link feels it moving down his throat reinvigorating him. He slurps at it until his ambitious speed causes him to gag and cough.
Riju smooths his hair back, her body still close with her scent filling his nostrils. "Do you remember how you came to be here?"
Link remembers being approached in a stable, but the details are hazy.
He shakes his head.
"You agreed to accept a heroic challenge of the utmost danger to assist in the stability and future of the Gerudo people," Riju says. Link can feel his senses sharpening, already he can more clearly see her face, she's older now than he remembers. It's been several years. Though she is still short and extremely beautiful, where she was just budding into womanhood when they first met, she is unmistakably grown now.
"Right," Link nods as he speaks. "I wanted to help your people—I helped in the past. I don't understand why I'm being punished…"
"You're not being punished, you're being prepared. The Chieftain can't go out into the wilds and find a mate. We select our lover and have them brought here we do find someone we have to make sure that our goals are accomplished." She steps away from him, her breasts brushing against the side of his face to leave a trail of coconut oil where her skin touches his. "Let him down!" Her voice snaps into an authoritative tone as she bellows the order.
Her guards rush in to lower Link to the floor, letting his bare feet touch the dusty sandstone, he stands shaking and watching Riju as she paces in front of him. Her back is to him now and he can see that even she has been training and working out. Her legs are shapely; muscular and yet contoured in that way that is desirably feminine. Her butt is somehow at the same time large and tight, puckering out under her skirts like an inflated octorok balloon.
"You came to this place for me what seems like an age ago and stole back the Thunder Helm. In that moment you secured my rule, but a dynasty isn't complete without an heir." She says.
"Why did you put this…thing on me?" Link chances at glance down at his penis only to find he can't see it now. A trap of metal and some leathery material is enclosed around his member with the testicles hanging through a hole in the bottom. Surprisingly, despite the snug fit, it wasn't uncomfortable. The head of his cock was pressed into the mushroom-shaped metal compartment at the front of the device and there was a slit through which he could urinate.
"Isn't it obvious?" Chief Riju says as she hands the waterskin to one of the guards flanking her. "You're a Champion and the destroyer of evil. This is in preparation for laying with me; I didn't want any of that precious ejaculate wasted, but I also wanted to make sure you were prepared to give me all that you could muster."
Laying with her? The thought wasn't unpleasant to Link, but of the women who had propositioned him in the past it was the one he had considered the least. Mipha was obviously interested in him, though he wondered what would have come of their attempts to do anything. She was naked all of the time and he didn't exactly see any place that he could put his…
"I spoke with Zelda when she came here for diplomatic reasons recently. Other than trade negotiations she brought up your spurning of her advances. She said you had a problem being constrained by the rigid structure of the Hylian monarchy—I asked her permission to pursue you myself, seeing as our society has no place for men within the city walls you'd be free to roam as you please. I only seek one night of your attentions, well after a month-long ceremonial non-ejaculatory abstinence."
Link starts to struggle, to scream no, but he looks into Riju's eyes to see a storm of lust being held back by her regal composure? She closes the gap between them and caresses his face and chest before taking the trap in her hand. She holds his caged penis and loose hanging testicles up so that gravity tugged down on the contraption.
"So what will it be?" Asks Riju.
Link can't deny his attraction to her. There's a reluctance to it and sort of a forbidden nature, despite Zelda's approval. She was an actual child when they first met, at least in the Hylian sense. Though they are both older now, and Gerudo mature faster, her short stature makes for things awkward.
"You know the device around your cock isn't just some fool's toy, right? Our best artisans and craftswomen have perfected the design over centuries. The leathery parts are actually sand seal hide treated in blubber to make them extra comfortable and the metal is finest worked white gold pulled from the mines beneath Death Mountain and purged of impurities by Goron methods, but shaped by Gerudo hands. It was built just for you, to seal this." She lets it drop as she finished her speech, watching as his confined dick struggles against the weight of the trap.
Link grits his teeth and hisses as the muscle at the base of his taint tightens, drawing his sack slightly up into his body. He swells to fill the allotted space. His skin presses against the smoothed hide and causes the metal fasteners to rattle.
Riju squatted down, before him and planted a kiss on the metal casing that protected the head of his cock. "If you want me to remove this so you can leave, just say the word, but you won't. You're too aroused and intrigued; if not by the challenge itself then by the promise of your reward."
The Gerudo Chieftain pauses, looking straight into Link's face as his blue eyes stare back at her. Her smile grows and she reaches out to touch his chest. "I'm guessing you do not mind being handled like this for the sake of your mission."
"I don't," Link answers, his words catching in his throat."
"…Lady Riju," she corrects him.
"I don't, Lady Riju." Link repeats.
She motions to her foot soldiers. "Very good. Obedience can be…arousing. Take him to the palace and put him in the prepared room, see that he is fed and given proper clothing, but do not let the people see that a Voe has been permitted inside."
Two of them grab Link under his arms while the others set about undoing his bindings. With Riju's teasing he feels like the blood has all rushed to one spot. Each movement he makes seems to send a different sensation up through the trap to dissipate through the rest of his being.
It was going to be a long month.