The Principles Pet

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Hero of Time no More


Link sat nervously in the waiting room glancing between the secretary and the door that lead to the hall of the principles office.

He could hear his heart beating a mile a minute. His palms were sweating profusely and his vision seemed almost blurred. Every little sound made his heart jump the clicking of the keyboard, the ticking of the clocking, the faint chirping of the birds outside; it was driving him nuts!

He began to wonder how Dark could do this almost everyday. Well not so much going to the principles office, but sitting in the waiting room waiting to hear his death sentence.

A few more minutes passed and Links mind began to venture. He began to think about the first and only time he saw the Principle. Those haunting red eyes, nothing like his brothers or Sheiks for that matter. They were hard and cold. His entire exterior seemed stiff and frigid. It was a wonder if he had a heart at all.

There was something about Ganondorf that made Link very ill. Just those 5 minutes were enough to chill Links blood, but being in a room with him alone for who knows how long?

Link was snapped out of his trance by a high pitch buzzing. Veran leaned over and pressed a button down on the phone.

”Yes Principle Ganondorf?” She said. There was a cold low voice in response.

”Send him in.”

Links blood froze over and Veran glanced over at him and responded, “Yes sir.” She signaled for him to come to the desk and he did.

”Alright through that door down the hall and to the left. You can’t miss it.” Link felt there was no point in saying that you and started towards the door. He took a deep breath and walked through the door.

It seemed so long, almost endless. The further he walked the darker the hall became. The lights became fewer and fewer, the windows completely disappeared, and it suddenly became cold.

Link finally reached the end of the hall and looked up at the door. His heart jumped into his throat when he finally lifted his hand to meet the knob. He then heard a loud pleading scream come from inside. He removed his hand and jumped back.

He backed himself into the wall and held his chest, still terrified.

/What the hell?!/ Link sat deathly still with his hand over his heart for about a minute before he decided to try again. He slowly walked over to the door and placed his hand on the knob again, but instead of turning it he placed his ear on the door and held his breath.

He could only hear a faint murmuring. The voice was not familiar, but it sounded as if the person were begging. After the pleading stopped he heard the principles voice loud and clear, “Now get out before he gets here.” Link gasped and backed away from the door.

He took a few steps down the hall and began to walk as slowly as he could towards the door over the short distance. He wanted to pretend as if he had just arrived. He heard the door creaking open and he saw a person walk out. Link almost fainted at the sight. It was his brother, the one missing for the last two weeks; the one who didn’t call, e-mail, text, or write him for a week. He had just upped and left Link sad and worried.

Dark paid nearly no attention to Link at all. He looked almost as if he were in some sort of trance. His eyes were puffy and his skin was even paler than it was before, which almost didn’t seem possible. His shirt was unevenly buttoned and there was a slight limp in his stepping.

Link didn’t know whether to punch him, hug him, or talk to him casually. Of course Link was happy to see he was ok, but was he really? He looked horrible, which was hard to do.

”Dark?” He whispered gently. Dark didn’t acknowledge it, he continued limping slowly pass him. Link grabbed his arm and tugged it lightly. Dark didn’t really pull away, he just sort of stopped walking and sighed.

”Link, in my office please.” Link jumped and pulled his hand way from Dark. Link was being summoned to the principles office, but he didn’t want to just leave Dark.

”Dark come on say something please!” Link whispered. After a few more second Dark turned around and looked at Link; his red eyes glowing.

”Heh, good luck little brother.” He smirked and continued down the hall. He went from dead to himself in seconds. Link couldn’t help but to wonder why he looked so dazed in the first place.

”Redblade!” The principles voice boomed through the halls. Link jumped as his last name echoed through the halls. He began to panic. He could make a run for it, but the then he could never come back to school. But no, that’d be foolish.

Link took a deep breath and walked in the office.

/Take it like a man Link./ He though to himself.

”Took you long enough.” He growled typing up quickly on the computer.

”I-I’m sorry sir.” Link stood right in front of the opened door. He kept his eyes low not wanting to make contact.

”Well hurry up! Close the door come here and sit down.” Link instantly closed the door and swiftly walked over to his seat. Link sat down and kept his eyes focused on the hardwood desk.

The sound of the clock became unbearable. Every tick became louder and louder. The typing wasn’t helping much either. Link finally found the courage to look away from the desk and at the Principle. He lifted his eyes, but not his head, and glanced at Ganondorf only to see that he was looking right back at him. Link gasped and brought his gaze back down to the desk.

Link herd Ganondorf sigh with a ‘hmm’ and finally broke the silence. “Interrupting class Link?” He questioned turning his computer off.

He didn’t respond.

”You know Link, you certainly have taken a turn for the worse,” He started taking off his glasses. He turned his seat towards Link and crossed his arms over his chest. He starred at Link, but Link did not stare back. “According to your records you were a straight A student for some time… Is this correct?”

”Yes sir.” He quickly responded.

”Tell me Link, what has happened to you? Where did you go wrong?”

Link wasn’t really sure how to respond, mostly because he didn’t know. He wasn’t sure how he got himself into this. One day he was flying through classes with ease and ever since that day Dark passed a test things have been going down hill.

”I am not sure sir…”

”It is odd isn’t it?” He leaned over on the desk and kept his eyes focused on the young adult. Link could feel the principles eyes burning through him. “You began to fall when your brother began to rise.” He smiled as Link winced at the thought.

”Coincidence?” Ganondorf questioned. “It sounds like a simple case of sibling rivalry.”

Link eyes widened. /Sibling rivalry? Wouldn’t that suggest that I am jealous? How can I be jealous of him, I love him./

”Now Link, I can understand you acting out in order to gain attention from your peers and your parents…”

”I-We don’t have any parents sir.”

”Oh yes, I have forgotten. It must be hard for you. The both of you living together alone having to take care of yourselves.” Ganondorf rose from his seat and circled around Link. “Suffering through the most innocent years of your life.”

Link gasped lightly as he felt two strong hands grip his shoulders. He couldn’t help but to shift uncomfortably as the hands began to squeeze his shoulders tightly then release.

”It is a miracle that you and your brother have made it this far. Any other normal everyday child would have surely fallen years ago…” He spoke so smoothly.

”Link, you truly need to take a break from all of this. You are too young to get all worked up over these simple school matters.”

As soothing as it was, Link knew that there was something wrong with this picture.

/He’s my principle! I have a boyfriend! This is wrong… Dark. Is this was he was doing to you?!/

”Sir, please stop touching me.” Link tried to sound stern, but as he spoke he could hear his own voice quivering.

”Why fight it Link? Your brother was quick to submit to my power.” Ganondorf began to tighten his grip on the boys shoulder, but Link snaked out of it.

”You! What did you do to him? What did you do to my brother?!”

Ganondorf rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “The same thing I am going to do to you, only a lot worse.”

Link sprang for the door and managed to open it, but the knob was pulled from his grip and the door slammed shut. He began to turn the knob frantically trying to open it, but to no avail. It was sealed and showed no signs of budging.

Link began to pound on the door until he felt a hand wrapped around his neck. He was forcefully pulled away from the door and slammed onto the desk. Ganondorf tightened his grip around Links neck.

Link began to flail wildly trying to break free, but the principles grip was truly unbreakable.

”Sit still Link, you are making this more difficult than it needs to be.” He spoke calmly. Link tried to pry his iron grip, but it was no use he wasn’t going to let go.

Link finally gave up and allowed his body to fall limp. His vision began to fade and he could hear his neck crushing under Ganondorfs grip.

”Please…let me go.” Links eyes began to water.

”This is very disappointing Link.” Ganondorf released him. He reached up over his desk and grabbed his blade, Mogauthack. He then straddled Link and brought the large blade down to his neck.

”Link Redblade. Link, the Hero of Time. You have fallen so far.”

”Er…What?” Link coughed out. He tried to focus his vision, but it only made him feel dizzier. Link tried to lift his head but felt the cold steel blade on his neck.

”I wouldn’t try it. Not in your condition.” He dragged the blade down his chest, slowly cutting away his shirt. As the shirt fell open he saw it: the small glimmering triangle lying on his chest. Ganondorf began to chuckle lightly, then it became louder and louder. His psychotic laughter filled the room.

”So many years Link! So many years I have waited for this moment!” He reached down and grabbed the small pendant.

”No! Give it ba…” Before he could finish his sentence his mouth was covered by Ganondorfs.

He tossed the sword aside and deepened the kiss. Link shook his head side to side trying to avoid the principles mouth.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” Link spat trying to squirm away.

“Everything,” came the whisper. It was like Ganondorf’s voice had crept into Links mind. “I want what I thought I could never have. I want you, The Hero of Time, to experience what I have experienced one too many times in the past. I want you to suffer for the years I have been locked away. I want you to feel humiliated just as I have failure after failure. I want you to moan with pleasure, writhe in agony. I want you to call my name and beg me to let you come. I want to destroy you, again and again and again.”

“Hm—mm!” Link strained away as Ganondorf forcefully kissed him, parting his lips, delving inside. The older man’s tongue stroked over the roof of his mouth.

It shamed Link, how quickly he got hard.

With a smirk Ganondorf jumped off of Link and sprawled him over the desk.

“Do you think I can’t feel how much you want this?” Ganondorf hissed bitterly, groping Link’s ass possessively. “How much you want me to break you?”

The older man straddled the chair and sat down, pulling Link back to sit between his legs. Ganondorf flattened his palm over Link’s crotch and rubbed in slow, taunting circles. “Do you think,” he whispered, “I can’t see you in the darkness?”

Link moaned and pitched forward, pulling away. It was useless. Ganondorf’s mouth was back on his neck, sucking at him like a damned vampire. One hand teased his left nipple, the other shaped him through his slacks.

“Ha! Oh . . . Na—ng!” Link shivered, clutching the desk, his eyes screwed shut.

Ganondorf unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled down the zipper. His warm hand sneaked under the cloth and took Link in a sure grip. His fist pumped up and down, up and down, and all the while, he moaned his approval and sucked on Link’s throat.

“You sick fuck!” Link grated out.

He could feel Ganondorf smirk against his neck. “You’re hard and leaking just from this,” He reminded him. “Let’s not be hypocrites.”

“No! This is some sort of trick! It worked on my brother but it will not work on me…” Link said weakly.

“Oh, but you’re wrong Link” Ganondorf rubbed his thumb over the head of Link’s cock, smearing the precome there. “ I using no form of magic potion. You are just weak. Pathetic and weak, just like your brother. You should have seen how easily he turned over, but then I have always had full control over him you know. He has always been mine.” He nibbled on his ear then bit down harshly.

“S-Stop!”

”He knows where his place is, but you Link, you still do not know who you are, do you?”

Ganondorf kissed his shoulder. The older man’s hips canted forward, rubbing his stiff prick against the swell of Link’s ass. He bit his lip to keep from moaning—it was an impressively large cock, digging into his back.

Long fingers threaded through his hair and snapped his head back. “Mmm you saw your brother just now. He looked a bit out of it, don’t you think?”

Link reeled. “You were . . .?”

“That was not the first time you know,” Ganondorf said, his voice as thin as the edge of a knife, “We have done it many times since he has been staying with me, but the way things are going, it wouldn’t hurt me much if I had the both of you.”

He stilled. “You bastard. You can’t get away with this sick game you are playing.”

“Ahaha, Link. The game is just beginning and in the end, I will have all the cards.” Ganondorf pinched his nipple so hard that Link cried out.

“All I need is one more Link, and with your brothers help I shall find the last Triforce very soon…Do you know what that means young Redblade?” Ganondorf asked, but knew that he would not get an answer. “Of coursed you don’t, Hero of Time, but lets just say my persistent attempts have finally paid off.” Ganondorf chuckled long and low.

“What the hell . . . ?" Link whispered, twitching. Ganondorf jerked him to full hardness; he desperately wanted to come.
“You killed your own mother.” Ganondorf’s voice sounded scathing. “Children who kill their parents deserve a special sort of punishment, don’t you think?”

Link, though in somewhat of a lustful daze, felt a sudden pain in his heart. He wanted to say ‘No, I didn’t kill her! Our Father did…’ But did they not have ample time to escape? They did. He could have done more to protect her! He knew that their Father was a horrible person, but he did nothing about it. He stood there like a coward and watched as his mother was slowly eaten away. And the one night he tried to avenge his mothers name and save his brother from such a horrible fate, he failed. He failed MISERABLY. He ended up leaving the situation in much worse condition then he did walking into it. It was his fault.

”I-I didn’t… I tried to…”


“Oh! But wait a minute Link… It seems you and your brother both share this sinful fetish of killing off your family. You both deserve a slow and horrible death. But Dark in particular… He killed your father in cold blood. He deserves something much worse. Something fit for hell. I could strip him out of his skin and fuck him to death, and he’d deserve it, wouldn’t you say, Link?”

”Lay one hand on him, you bastard, and I’ll do worse to you,” Link promised, his voice thick.

Ganondorf’s excited breath panted over his ear. His hips thrust forward more eagerly, humping Link in earnest now. “You’d try. But like in everything else, you’d fail. Come now, we both know you’re no match for me, Hero of Time. Perhaps you got the best of me in the past, but the times have changed…you have changed. Heh, the world is doomed. However do not worry about Dark. Luckily, I do not plan on killing my beautiful pet. He has been so loyal after all these years.”

“So . . . what . . . then?” Link’s head lolled back and he arched, both in an effort to get away, and to give Ganondorf more to grind against.
Ganondorf smirked. “Consider your body a tithe. Pay me with it, and keep the ones you love safe.”

He may have failed in protecting his Mother and his Brother, but he would not surrender Sheik and Zelda to this monster. He would do anything to protect them. . . anything in the world, honorable or not, for Sheik.

Link shook his head and groaned, finally unable to bear it any longer. His hips rolled in circles, thrusting his cock into Ganondorf’s hand, grinding his ass back into Ganondorf’s crotch. “Just be done with it.”

Ganondorf paused, then raked his nails down Link’s chest. “Lean over the desk.”

Swallowing, Link tried to stand, but he couldn’t. He felt too weak. It was almost as if submitting to this monster, saying ‘Just be done with it.’ Giving in so easily sucked every ounce of strength out of him. /There you go Link…You coward. Giving up again. But at least… Sheik won’t be dragged into this. He really deserves better than me. I am used…disgusting./

He needed help; the older man draped him across his paperwork and then pulled his pants down over his hips, letting them pool around his ankles.

He expected to be roughly penetrated and used until Ganondorf was satisfied that he’d been humiliated enough. He just wanted it to be over, so he could flop bonelessly to the floor and breathe again.

Instead, Ganondorf bent over him, reached across for a wooden ruler, and kissed Link’s shoulder. “You’ve been a very naughty boy, Link.” He licked his ear. “Spread your legs.”

Link did, but Ganondorf knocked his feet farther apart until he was wide open. He was expecting it, but nothing really prepared him for the stinging blow. Ganondorf beat him with the ruler, the crack of wood smacking against his flesh reverberating through the empty office.

“Ah!” Link cried out. It hurt, but he was glad for the pain. He lifted his ass, silently begging for more. Ganondorf did not disappoint.

“I’d make you count, but I don’t think you’re ready for training at this point,” Ganondorf said, his voice strained.

Link frowned, confused. /What the hell? Link get it together, you aren’t suppose to enjoy this! Oh Sheik! Please forgive me!/ Link thought to himself.

Ganondorf beat him a few more times, then cupped his ass soothingly. “There now. Didn’t you like that?”

Link said nothing.

Ganondorf whacked him so hard that he yelped. “Yes! Fine! Whatever I liked it!” he sobbed what he assumed Ganondorf wanted to hear.
“Hm. Good boy. I know you did. But when I ask you a question, you’d better answer me right away.” Ganondorf pulled his hips back and stroked his thighs. He kissed his way down the notches of Link’s spine, then laved at the crack of his ass, raking his fingernails over Link’s pinked buttocks.

Link couldn’t keep quiet as Ganondorf rimmed him—it felt too good. So wrong, so wrong! Warm and wet and disgusting . . . “Ugh . . . pl-please!”

Ganondorf got up and held Link’s head down, smooshing his cheek against the files, ink staining his face. “You’re a very, very naughty boy, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes!”

The older man beat him with the ruler again, beat him until it broke. Link was crying now, sniffing and keening. Ganondorf used the flat of his palm, spanking Link ruthlessly, until he thought he would pass out.

Then Ganondorf pulled him back into the chair and cradled him close, petting wet strands of hair off his forehead. “Shh, there, there, Hero.” Ganondorf kissed just below his ear. “You are doing well… Almost as well as your brother.”

Link cringed at the older mans remark then whimpered, folding in on himself. He let Ganondorf cosset and fuss over him for a while, until his tears were under control. “I hate you,” he finally whispered.

Ganondorf stilled. “No, Hero. You hate yourself.”

In all his life, no other words Link had heard spoken rang more true. He turned around, wrapped his arms around Ganondorf’s shoulders, and sobbed into his neck. And Ganondorf held him until he was empty.

Then Ganondorf kissed him, sweet, gentle, lover-like kisses, while his fingernails scratched red-blood trails open down Link’s back and ass. Link just clung to the older man, his cock throbbing insistently against his belly.

“Such a great Hero has fallen so far,” Ganondorf whispered, rubbing his thumb over Link’s lower lip, smearing the blood and saliva there. “Get me ready for you.”

Nodding weakly, Link went limp, allowing Ganondorf to lower him to his knees. He rested his cheek against Ganondorf’s thigh and waited for the older man to unzip. Then he slowly licked and laved at the red, weeping cock in front of him. Ganondorf was so big it was hard to take into his mouth, but Link did his best, bobbing up and down, getting Ganondorf good and wet.

Ganondorf hands combed through his hair. The older man sighed. “Good boy. Very good.”

Link kept at it until his jaw ached, until he forgot what it was like to breathe, until he thought he could choke on the Principles stiff cock. Ganondorf lifted him up and kissed him reverently, then spun him around and pushed him back over the paperwork. He took up one of Link’s wrists in each hand and held them high over Link’s head, pinning his hands to the back of the desk.

Without needing to be asked, Link flattened his belly over the files and spread his legs.

Ganondorf positioned himself and slid in, inch by agonizing inch. Link was too tired and dizzy to protest, even though it hurt unbelievably: even more then the first time. /Sheik…/

All he could do was shiver and moan. He could feel himself bleed on the inside as delicate muscles stretched and tore open.
Ganondorf set up a lazy rhythm, fucking him deeply, burying himself to the root, over and over and over again. Their harsh panting filled up the dark shadows around them. Link closed his eyes against the warm light of the desk lamp and gave himself up to the pain. His body wanted it, needed it, Ganondorf’s thrusts rubbed him harshly against the desk, and he tried to imagine what the older man felt, fucking him, tight, slick flesh engulfing his cock, and he wanted it, wanted it, wanted to be taken and to take . . .But not like this. Not from this monster, no. He wanted his ‘real’ first time to be with Sheik, but no. Again used.

“Slut,” Ganondorf whispered affectionately. “ You and your little boyfriend are sluts.”

Ganondorf’s fingers left purple imprints on Link’s wrists, but of course, the bruises, the scrapes, the tears, and the hickeys wouldn’t last—his body was perfect, regenerative, flawless. All his scars were hidden, deep on the inside.

Pulling back, Ganondorf sat down, bringing Link back with him. Link could only grip the sides of the chair and plant his feet on the lip of the desk as Ganondorf snapped his hips up, fucking him like an animal, wild, grunting, nails raking his scalp, his chest, that huge cock driving into him, deeper, deeper.

Link brought his hands up and tangled them into Ganondorf’s hair (or what was left of it), pulling the older man’s mouth down for a kiss. It was sloppy and wet and full of gasps and so good. Ganondorf jostled him so quickly now, the chair threatened to break, and Link was tearing and crying and begging for more . . .

/Damn it! Damn it!/ Link cursed himself over and over trying to think of anything but what was going on.

Ganondorf surged up, pushed Link three feet toward the wall of filing cabinets, slammed him up against the cold, hard metal, and thrust back in. He stabbed at Link with his cock, jabbing, jabbing, until Link could only squeal and rake at the cabinets with his bloody fingernails.
“Yes, yes, Oh Mighty Hero! Submit to my power!” Ganondorf grunted, thrusting so hard that Link had to come up on the balls of his feet. Strong hands pulled Link’s hips back down, over and over, until Link lost all strength in his legs.

Stumbling, Ganondorf hauled him back to the desk, threw Link down on his back, hitched his knees up to his chest, and resumed that brutal pace, thrusting between Link’s thighs. Their faces were scant inches from one another.

Link stared into Ganondorf’s cold red eyes. Madness, there. Madness he recognized. He wound his arms around Ganondorf’s shoulders and leaned up for a kiss. It was savage, teeth clashing, moaning, tongues warring.

He raked his nails down Ganondorf’s back, squeezed his ass, pulling Ganondorf in deeper, and cried out, “More!”
His dick throbbed between their sweat-slick bellies. He was going to come, any second now . . .

Ganondorf’s hand sneaked down and squeezed his cock until Link saw stars dance on the edge of his vision. The older man jerked him in time with the rapid thrusts, pummeling him. All of it was brutal, brutal; exactly what he needed, Link would gladly pay his tithe to keep Sheik out this entirely. He was dirty, dirty, dirty.

“The…Hero…is no more!” Ganondorf growled, before biting down on his throat.
Link bucked up and froze, coming so hard it hurt.

“It is almost a great disappointment,” Ganondorf whispered. “To think I have fallen to you in the past… But not again. Never again."
Vaguely he was aware of Ganondorf’s warmth flooding him, before everything went dark and cold.

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