Ganon’s Love
Initiate. Are you ready to join the Clan?
Kinktober Day 28: Needles Play/Multiple Orgasms
Ganon’s Love
Initiate. Are you ready to join the Clan?
Kinktober Day 28: Needles Play/Multiple Orgasms
Incense filled the room, making each breath arduous for the neophytes. The fumes moved lazily, descending from the many sconces to pool near the ground, but practically below the central altar’s level.
More braziers had been lit, bringing a dim light, fit for a ritual. The walls were raw, as if dug by hand rather than with tools. And yet, every wall was to bear the banners with the Sheikah eye upside down.
In one corner, on an elevated stage, a few hooded clan members were playing and throat-singing, adding to the religious aura the scene gave off.
Lining the path from the threshold to the ritual, many Yigas were there, the cloud of smoke up to their knees. Their masks were impenetrable, hiding their faces and identities. Then remained the men’s strapping or lean bodies. Everyone had their chests puffed up, at the ready… And yet, below the belt, they had nothing.
They were all men, with their hairy genitals proudly exposed. Some had an uncut cock, some cut. Some had low-hanging nalls, some had nuts that were tighter to the body. Some were hirsute, some almost shaved.
So was the new Initiate as he entered the room, his steps underlined by the hammer landing on the drum. Besides the altar was another Yiga, naked like the other but shorter and pudgier. Nevertheless, the Initiate, broad-shouldered and large, bowed to the Master by the altar.
“Welcome, Initiate,” said the Master, raising one hand. “You have proved your outstanding talent during your training.”
The Initiate didn’t move, though he could feel the windy breeze stroke his buttcheeks, hairy and round… Up to his asscrack.
But he kept the posture, breathing calmly through the nose.
“I saw your keen mind when using our weapons and the weapons of our enemies against your foes. I witnessed the agility in moving through the most arduous land. I foresee a grand potential for you, Initiate.”
“Thank you, Master,” said the Yiga Initiate, feeling tense underneath his paper mask. Enough that his blood rushed down his body.
“Do not thank me yet. There is one quality you must prove to our clan before you can become a loyal member of the clan.”
The Initiate did not budge. He waited until the Master raised a hand towards the Altar.
“Lie down. And prove your love.”
“My love?” asked the Initiate.
Still surprised, he followed the order dutifully and climbed onto the stone altar and lay down, his back pressed on the lukewarm stone. Then, there was the Master approaching, while one of his acolytes held up a box.
“Yes, Initiate. We, the Yiga clan, vowed to destroy the Sheikah and their impurity of this world. But… We must also love. We must love our Lord, the Calamity Ganon!”
The Initiate’s mouth opened, but then the Master pulled one small needle from the presented box and planted it into the Initiate's right leg. Instantly, his leg, down to the knee, felt numb. He looked up, moved his toe, but it didn’t feel like it was his. It felt like all the feedback from the pierced limb was gone.
“How?”
“Shh, Initiate. And wait.”
The Initiate’s head dropped on the altar as he watched the needles fly from the box and be planted on his body. Legs. Arms. Shoulders. He could move them, but it was akin to using limbs that were not his own.
Even as he watched his hand open and close, the digits flexing, it didn’t feel like it was his hand.
“H-How?”
“Shh, Initiate,” shushed the Elder, putting another needle through the Yiga’s mask, planting it on the forehead, but not precisely in the center. Even his eyelids were heavy, though he fought to keep them open.
Then, the Master cleared his throat.
“This is love! Yigas! When the Kingdom fell on us, what did we experience?”
“Pain!” shouted the Yigas all around, even the musicians, whose music grew in intensity.
“We experienced pain!” shouted the Master, planting one needle and… The Initiate felt a pain, like a buzz, scouring his limbs and chest.
“Yigas! When we hid in the caverns, enduring for our future, what did we experience?”
“Fear!” shouted the Yigas, the drums taking a stronger tone.
“We experienced fear!” continued the Master, planting one needle. And the Initiate felt his heart close up inside his chest, his breathing becoming quick, his blood pumping through his brain so violently he could feel it. His body… It didn’t hurt as much, but it felt like it was on the verge of collapsing.
“Yigas! When we were lost and huddled together in the mountains! What did we experience?”
“Cold and hunger!” shouted the Yigas, their bodies tense and yet… Shifting as their groins stirred and their erections seemed to grow for some, even for the master.
“Cold and Hunger!” confirmed the Master, planting two needles. And the Initiate felt his body shivering, his belly crying in pain from the hunger. His entire self was breaking.
“Yigas! When our last candles were snuffed and our friends died, what did we experience?”
“Nothing!” shouted the Yigas, their shafts hard like steel and bright red, the precum dripping over the foreskins or the exposed cockhead, adding to the scent of incense from the misty forests… Earthy, strong, pungent.
“Nothing!” said the Master, and he planted one needle.
At that moment, the Initiate could hear. But not see. Nor smell. Nor taste. Nor feel with his hands and fingers.
His heartbeat quickened, his breathing hastened. He heard his lips closing and opening, ravenous. He felt the coldness that had overtaken the numbness. Remained then the need to flee, to escape, to be free. And then.
“Yigas! When nothing was left! What did we experience?”
“Our Lord’s love for us! Wretched things!”
“Our Lord’s love! For he loves us! Only us!”
The Initiate felt something piercing his lower belly.
The instant after, everything was banished. He couldn’t see, but he wasn’t blind. He couldn’t hear, but he wasn’t deaf. Smelling, tasting, touching were beyond his reach. But so was the hunger that had tormented him, so had been the coldness, so had been the pain.
In one mere instant, less than a second, everything had been stripped from the Initiate.
Remained… Satisfaction. Bliss. Joy.
The Initiate’s lips curled under his mask, his blind eyes tearing up as his hips lifted and he came. His cock, uncut and hard, sprayed cum on his belly. Cum that went all over his legs, over his torso, even on his mask. An erection that was beyond anything he’d done.
And it swept over him like a wave, leaving him drained and sore for a second.
“Our Lord cherishes us!” shouted the Yigas, the drums coming back to the Initiate’s ears.
“Our Lord cherishes every Yiga and despises the Sheikahs!” shouted the Master.
Another hit, another hit through the Yiga’s scrotum.
Another orgasm took over him, making the Initiate’s world explode in tremendous pleasure. Sure, he was shaking, but from that orgasm that was even stronger than before. Cum poured from his throbbing cock, pumped all over himself and the altar. An ejaculation that covered even his mask in white, the same as his hood, as his hairy legs.
He didn’t speak; he only gargled while his back arched, and that orgasm was receding.
“Our Lord wants our service!”
“Our Lord wants our service and will reward us!” continued the Master.
And so… There was the drum hit, louder than anything before. And the needle.
The orgasm that broke everything, that was like drowning in sheer emotion. After the pain, the fear, the craving, the cold, the nothingness. That orgasm was like he’d been healed, soothed, fed, warmed, touched.
The Initiate felt complete, his eyes warm and tearing up completely, weeping while his body was shaking from the waves of orgasms taking over him.
He came, came for what felt like hours. For what felt like days. For what felt like years. For what felt like centuries.
And then… As his mind was slowly drifting, being devoured, the orgasm left it. It did not abandon him; did not leave him craving. Instead, it was as if he’d been wrapped in a warm blanket when the needles were removed. When he returned to his body.
His limbs were numb, despite the absence of needles, and lifting them felt like lifting a human-sized boulder. Instead, the Initiate breathed slowly while glancing at the Yiga eye etched on the stone above the altar. Breathing, heaving, huffing.
“Initiate. On this day, you have experienced our Lord’s love. You know what drives the Yigas. What can you say to our clan?”
“I-… I love him, too,” croaked the Initiate, no longer keeping the tears as he wept out loud.
No one shushed him, not even the Master, as he reached for the Initiate’s mask and replaced it with a real mask, something only the real clan members were worthy to wear.
“Weep, Initiate. You are now a member of the Yiga Clan and your Lord shall love you, too.”