Literature
Role Reversal
“Mmmngh! Rrrngh! Hmmf…!” Link pushed warm air through his nose, since a cleave gag smothered his lips. His bound wrists were hoisted above his head; his body pulled up until he was forced to stand on his tiptoes. But even on his tiptoes, he was a full head shorter then his captor; a burly Yiga Clan leader, whom had caught Link whilst he was sneaking around in his spandex Sheikah suit. The Yiga leader tightened the red coils around his wrists, making sure Link’s bound body was nice and secure. The Yiga leader squeezed his cheeks with only a thumb and forefinger, tilting and inspecting his pretty face as if he were a fetching horse. Another hand traced Link’s lean musculature, visible through the tight suit. Sweat collected on Link’s brow - his captors touch was becoming ever more sensual. “Blonde hair, blue eyes… You must be Princess Zelda.” “Mmf? Nmnmnm!” Link shook his head desperately. Sure, he had always looked a little androgynous, but there was no way anybody would mistake him