Zelda's Loveslave. (Patreon)

Hey y'all! Only a quick story this week, cause I've been putting time into development of SPH Quest! It's actually starting to shape up, and it's very exciting! Hope you're all looking forward to it! I'm also thinking of making this into a series, let me know if you'd like to see this story get continued!

The slaver shoved you headfirst into a dungeon room, sending you toppling to the stone floor. Of course, the only reason you knew it was stone was the cold, hard feel of it against your body; you couldn't see a thing with the black cloth that had been put over your head. Removing it would be no easy feat either, as the slaver had bound your wrists behind your back as well, with a second rope tied around the back of your head, in your mouth to prevent you from speaking. Apart from your blinding hood and those two ropes, the only clothing you were equipped with was a thin, well-worn pair of linen trousers. 

You do what you can to find your footing with neither sight nor arms to aid you. Suddenly, your eyes are overwhelmed with bright light; someone had removed your hood. You instinctively slam your eyes shut in response as your eyes had not seen the light in hours, maybe days. But as the moments pass, they readjust. Blinking, you make out a humanoid shape standing before you. 

"There we are, dear." Said the figure in a soothing, female voice. Your eyesight, finally returning to normal, recognized her; it would have been unforgivable if you hadn't. Standing before you was none other than Princess Zelda herself! 

"I think I'll leave that gag on. Let's not ruin your first time with a lot of talk." She says, getting her face very close to yours. As one would expect of a princess, she smelled delightful. But what did she mean by 'first time?'

She left you no time to ponder. She kneeled down in front of you, her eyeline glued to your crotch. What was she doing? Surely someone as dignified as the Princess wouldn't do something like that, would they? 

...Of course, they would. Her dainty, regal fingertips gripped the waistband of your peasant's trousers, then tugged them to the floor all at once. Your meager cock and balls flopped out, mere inches from the princess's face. She simply stared. 

"Oh." Was all she could think to say.

"I think there's been an error." 

She stood up. "Whenever we acquire new slaves, the slavers are supposed to take the well-endowed males and give them to me for... entertainment purposes. "By all the goddesses, I just ADORE being filled up with enormous cocks, having my g-spot absolutely pounded..." She smiled, looking down at your exposed genitalia. "You... are definitely not up to my standards." A giggle was forming in her voice. 

"At least you provided me with some amusement!" She managed to stammer out as her voice cut into a fit of laughter. You look down in shame.

"Oh, don't feel too bad. This little mix-up saved you from being one of my menial slaves." She explained. "You definitely didn't want to be one of them, they usually don't like their little... procedure." Her smile didn't leave her lips as she made a scissor gesture in the air with her fingers. You feel your testicles automatically retreat in terror. 

"As much as it would be entertaining to send you to get snipped, I'll spare you the indignity." She smiles as she notices a wave of relief wash over you. "Your genitals are... quite useless even with them." She couldn't resist one final barb. 

"Even so," she continued. "I have a purpose for you..." She paused to produce a wrought-iron chastity cage from her bedside drawer. "You'll wear this. You will be my orgasm-slave, and use your fingers and tongue to pleasure me whenever I demand. Your orgasms will only happen with my permission." Her sadistic smile grew even wider. "It's either this, or you lose your balls. Do we have a deal?"

You sigh, then nodded. Life as a chaste love-slave to a princess was better than life as a castrato menial slave, you wagered...