Into the Caverns Part Two: Abysmal Voyage into the Deep

Part One: Cedric and Thomas

Thomas slowly came to as he lied flat on the cold floor. He had trouble figuring out what happened and why he’s on this uncomfortable and unfamiliar floor. Before he could answer any of his questions, a flaming pain erupt in his crotch. Thomas groaned as he pulled his soft hands over his silky magic robes, cradling his soft, aching privates. 

Thomas curled onto his side and kicked his legs, a high pitch moan oozing out of his quivering mouth. The unwelcomed ball pain he was victim to was something Thomas never learned to handle. He was never trained in combat like his brother, and instead focused on reading and focusing the magic coursing through him. Any physical pain would be unnerving for the mage, so the kind of pain that was enough to cripple his warrior brother would take Thomas to a remarkably terrible state.

This agony was beyond anything Thomas has felt so far and he could not think at all through the pain in his loins. The young mage could only manage to react as his body naturally would in a state like this. Rolling around, and pulling his legs up and down, as he strained and breathed with heavy weight on his stomach. Painfully and slowly, Thomas was slowly able to capture his surroundings and start to make more connections than just trying to understand the physical and mental state he was in. 

Thomas’ eyes shot open, as he sprang up and looked around in a hurry.

“Cedric!? Ah! Ooof… my sack…” Thomas croaked as the sudden movement shot up some more pain in the young man’s tender loins. Thomas curled over to his knees and lied his forearms on the floor. He looked around from his perspective, his face sweating and sick-ridden, realizing that his brother wasn’t there anymore. Thomas clenched his fists and slammed them onto the floor, then did so again and screamed out, in pain and frustration.

“Crap!… Cedric… no…”

Thomas’ eyes swelled up, and not just from the pain, but for Cedric. He was worried about his brother, he had no idea where he is, if he’s safe. If he’s even alive. Cedric risked his life to save him from that nasty, evil and terrifying Eldritch. 

That's just like Cedric, Thomas thought to himself. That's just like Cedric to do something stupidly heroic like that. He always enjoyed adventure stories too much for his own good. 

Thomas knew what he had to do, now.  He had to get up and search for his brother. Cedric might need him, and there’s no one else around to help. There's no way Thomas could go back to the village, it would take too long. Those monsters have no mercy, and Cedric might need help right now. Thomas had to man up and save the day.

Iconic - A Short Story

Here's something different, my guys. 

I found a picture on the social media travels and instantly found myself so very excited at finding it. It was very inspiring, and I felt like it was a perfect reason to write something. 

It's short, I did little revising and there probably won't be a part 2. It's not as thought out as my other stories, it's very bare and a bit of an experiment, but I thought some of you guys might appreciate this. 

Beneath is said picture, and following that is the short story.