September 2021 Drabble #2 (Patreon)

Link/solo – Link uses the Sheika Slate to get saucy videos of himself whenever he feels the need to just relax from his stressful job at being the hero of Hyrule. When he gets captured and the Bokoblins start playing with the Slate, his little indiscretions come to bite him in the ass.

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Link carefully balances the Sheika Slate on a little tower of rocks that he has erected. It tries to slip off to the side a couple times but eventually he finds the sweet spot where it stays in just the angle that he needs it to in order to capture everything that’ll happen on the juicy, warm grass of the clearing.

He is already naked, cock swinging in the warm breeze of the afternoon and growing rapidly harder as he goes about his business preparing his jerk-off session. Being the hero of Hyrule is stressful. He needs a bit of me-time every now and then.

There are no enemies around as far as he can tell; through the trees rounding the little plateau he can see a Hinox sleeping, its snores faintly carrying toward him whenever the wind turns just enough.

That’s alright… it’ll probably sleep through all of this and its presence will keep other monsters at bay. At least a little.

He is humming under his breath as he putters around, grabbing his cock every now and then and giving it a nice tug that has him sigh and his skin pebble with goosebumps. He checks his own reflection in the dark screen of the Sheika Slate and twists around a little to watch himself in profile and admire the lean muscles on his body and the shock of golden pubes at the base of his dick.

This’ll be awesome.

.oOo.

Two months later, Link is sitting in a jail cell and watches as two Bokoblins try to figure out his Slate. They have it grabbed between two thick fingered hands and shake it every now and then. They are intelligent enough to know what it is but have no concept of how to switch it on.

He isn’t too concerned about them destroying it; the Slate is surprisingly robust. It has to be in his line of work; he can’t tell how many explosions have just barely missed him, instead pushing him away by the sheer air pressure generated…

Link looks up abruptly when he hears the Slate power on. The Bokoblins seem startled as well, though they recover quickly and huddle down next to each other, grunting in that language they got.

Since getting caught by a tribe of them, Link has found out that they are a lot more intelligent than he ever gave them credit for. He carefully creeps closer; the way they sit, he can look over their shoulders to at least see what they’re looking at. His heart skips a beat when he sees them navigating toward the videos he has taken of himself. Sure enough, his playtime from two months ago starts playing.