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He could feel and almost smell the musk of his balls beneath his loincloth. Switching his leg, Ganondorf grunted, causing the Gerudo assigned as his guard to salute and run off to fetch the prisoner. It was hot, unbearably so, on the sand. The sky overhead was clear, the sun a white hole in it. He was standing at the edge of a Gerudo outpost, telescope in hand. When he was no longer being watched he used the other hand to rub under his balls for a few seconds, slow at first, then more vigorously once the sweat worked itself onto his fingers. A small grunt – almost a sigh – escaped him as he pressed into that dense and thick but warm pleasure center, relieving himself of the itch and stick of his sweaty undercarriage. He had done this in front of his women many times – had no problem with it – but had been agitated after the guard shared the latest word from the barracks attached to the Gerudo outpost two miles south. Link. Two miles south, captured by his captain, being carried here in a locked barrel at that very moment. Ganondorf’s heart thudded when he had heard those words and it did so again now, at the thought. Finally. This bratty, chaotic little twerp – this orphaned, childish, endlessly *lucky* fairy boy was his to do with as he pleased. The thudding of his heart felt like fear, almost. He laughed at the thought. No, the boy was his. There was no way he was going to wriggle out of his grasp this time.