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.

Thomas struggled to get up and tried his absolute best to ignore the dull, reaching pain stemming from his groin. With only one hand gently cupping his balls, Thomas got to his feet and looked around the ominous room. Thomas’s eyes glanced over and saw the ashy pool of heat by the wall with his brother’s sword lying above it. He now remembers the Eldritch that was pinned against the wall, and how vulnerable it was to flames. Thomas walked over and bent over, picking up his brother’s parrying sword. 

Thomas grabbed the handle and was surprised that it was still hot, letting it go at first. He eased into it, and began to look it over. Thomas realized that he couldn’t have been out for too long if the handle was still this hot. It wasn’t hot enough to burn his hand, but it was enough to make him flinch. 

After he grew used to it, Thomas knew he had to bring this sword with him. Although he also saw Cedric’s primary sword, Thomas was aware that he would not be able to wield it without more developed attributes. It then reminded Thomas of his main tool of self-defense.

“My Staff! Where is it?”

Thomas searched the grim room for his magical staff, but instead found frustration and deep worry. Thomas did not want to have to face this daunting journey without his magic staff. He didn't know if he could trust himself to cast without his staff, especially in such an important situation. 

Thomas cursed and remembered the explosion that shattered the door, which was what originally led them into this mess. He warned his brother of the dangerous of this, but Thomas still should've taken a stronger stand against him. Even still, Cedric doesn't listen to anyone but himself. He always thinks he knows best. And now... 

Thomas knew he had to get his brother out. He’s just as responsible as Cedric is, afterall. He was the one who blasted the door down. He's the one who followed him all the way out here. 

Thomas frantically probed the varying in size splinters that were scattered all down the path they came from, dearly pleading to find his magical staff layered underneath. Thomas's heart shot out when as he searched a peculiarly stacked mess of aftermath, he felt the familiar, cold and buzzing steel of his staff under his finger tips.

Thomas could sigh in relief and was grateful that this adventure didn't completely capsize yet. Thomas has found his weapon and confidence, even if just for a moment. 

The mage looked down at the two weapons he now held in his hands. His brother’s trusted parrying sword, and Thomas’s own magically curated steel staff. Although Thomas knew that this was very serious, he also knew that he must look so badass dual wielding these two weapons like this. Cedric never let him touch his swords before, and Thomas was too intimidated by them to go for them anyways. 

Thomas's curious mind wandered a bit, began to wonder if he could shoot magic out through the sword. Inquisition got the better of the young mage, and Thomas pointed it at the empty door. He tried to push a quick spell out through the steel sword. 

Thomas instantly felt himself grow weak as only a small puff of fire blew out. It were as if both Thomas and the sword lost their breath at the same time.  

Thomas realized that his mana pool was empty from before, he was never able to replenish it. He doesn't know how long he was out, either. 

“The Seguarium! There was some in this room, I remember now!” Thomas cried aloud as he tried to get back on the path to success. 

Thomas searched for the Seguarium competence after he put his staff on the floor, and used the free hand to brush over the walls and see if he feels something magical under his fingers.

“Come on, come on… I need this… aha! Yes! Yes, yes!” Thomas cried out as he found the herb growing in a corner of the room. Thomas took it, and looked in the surrounding area to see if there was any more he could take from this room. He found another one not too far from it and felt lucky to find more than one. He held one tightly in his hand and felt himself grow stronger as the herb was absorbed into his person.

Thomas took the other Seguarium and used it to search the surrounding area to see if there was anymore in the vicinity that he could take with him. After a moment, he felt the signaling pull of… as his brother called it, his goodie sense, show him that there’s some in the direction of the unknown. 

Before Thomas went through the door leading out with both weapons in hand, he stopped to take in some heavy breaths. He studied the outline of the path forward and wondered if he should truly walk through it. Something in him said, that if he went through that doorway and continued, that there would be no coming back. Is this something he should really take on? He’s still so young in his studies and if his brother couldn’t be safe here, then what chance does he have? Especially against these disturbing Eldritches. Thomas did not look forward to re-experiencing that same, sickening agony in his nethers, an agony only the Eldritches has made him feel so far. An agony that's still stomping inside his midsection. It literally sickened the mage to imagine that pain again. 

“N-no… I… I-I have to make this work. I'm not a kid anymore! My brother needs me, and I must find him! I’m a mage! I can do this!”

Thomas held his hands firmly around the sword and staff, and pushed himself forward quickly. Then, he stopped his feet and realized that it would be best not to rush into this. He breathed out again, looked around the dark, damp corridor and slowly hiked forward, searching his surroundings carefully. He knows not what waits for him, but he knows that he must be able to handle it. He has no choice.

Cedric drifted in and out of awareness as his body was dragged along the bumpy, cold floor by The Eldritch. The pain that was tearing through his body was constant and crippling, and his hand was permanently, but loosely, hooked onto his swollen manhood, the source of his grave affliction. Cedric moaned and weakly protested as he was pulled, but The Eldritch paid him no mind. At least, until another Eldritch was found along the path. The two held the same characteristics, and there was nothing to distinguish them, except for a seemingly randomized effect of wear and tear on their rags.  

“You are awake too. Is that a human, you have found?”

“It is this human that is to blame for this disturbance.”

“Ahhh… how romantic.”

“Do you know if The Elders are awake too?”

“I do not know, Guardian. I haven’t wandered far from my position since I woke up. I am uncertain of the protocol. We are still supposed to be in slumber.”

“Naturally.”

At this moment, Cedric shook softly and let out a grunt of distress, one stronger than his previous ones. His eyes opened and looked up. The two Eldritches turned to him and stared at the young man's face, curious as to what comes from this. Cedric's eyes were squinting and his mouth was twitching. He did not know if his eyes were decieving him as he saw two Eldritches. It felt as if each sensory that affected the young adult, forced further strain on his consciousness and caused him further confusion. His sole free leg bucked weakly and seemingly thoughtlessly. 

“This… human male, is a very handsome and expressive specimen. You’re taking him to The Elders?”

“Of course. His structure and potency are promising. You may inspect him yourself.”

The stationed Eldritch bent over and poked his cold finger into Cedric’s powerful breast, which caused the young man to jolt in concern. The Eldritch continued to press, pulling his finger down further, and Cedric began to stir with more energy. He pushed his hands up and tried to swat the prodding Eldritch. Even his leg grew direction and weakly kicked in defense of the powerful fighter. 

However, the probing Eldrtich grabbed the leg, and saw it as another point of focus. A finger was pulled down Cedric’s defined leg, feeling the curves of his muscles and the comfortable, charming tickles of the primed male's hairs. Cedric tried to pull free and swipe at the Eldritch’s legs, but he was still too weak and unable.

“Twisted demons… get off me, I warn you!”

“He has a very pleasant frame and texture.” Said the inspecting Eldritch, ignoring Cedric’s weak command.

“He is a perfect male specimen. His figure and form are ideal and very promising. With experiences with him in battle, I can confirm his passion and temperament, are exactly what is most fruitful. He is full of masculine juices, and they elevate him and his ego. Search for yourself.”

With permission, the Eldritch bent lower and grabbed onto Cedric’s intimate pouch with curiosity. Cedric cried out and pulled his hands in as he tried to pull both legs together, but only one was free from hold. His legs crossed and eyes crossed awkwardly, twisting in sudden agony from the Eldritch's blasé intrusion. 

“It is full with maleness and passion. And a perfect rendition, as well.” The Eldritch said, impressed with the size and shape of his testicles. They were among the largest they’ve ever come across, and the shape was perfectly round. They are almost never round. Most male’s testicles are oval’s, but not Cedric’s. 

The Eldritch then pulled it’s lanky claw up, and held onto Cedric’s large, flaccid cock. The Eldritch was pleased to feel that the male’s cock was equally fat and impressive. 

“This male will be of great use. Perfect, I’d dare say.” The Eldritch said, as it then pushed it’s bony hand back deeper in, cradling Cedric’s swollen testicles once again. Admiring, and inspecting what matters. Handling the sack of masculinity that embodies all that makes the male special. 

“His testicles are swollen, as he tried to fight me earlier. The one stationed with me, perished in the battle.”

“How unneeded.” The Eldritch then closed its long fingers together, compressing Cedric’s testicles with a sense of redeeming examination. The Eldritch enjoyed how the male’s testicles molded with his grasp, yet at core stayed firm to its nature. Not only was it impressive on the surface, but the sack of manhood is perfectly healthy and fertile.

Despite how fruitful the investigation was going for the Eldritch, Cedric was forced to endure great discomfort. His balls were still so sore from before and now they’re being mercilessly pressed by long, dirty and frosty fingers of some uncaring demon. 

The Eldritches may appear lanky and weak, but they have incredible physical strength. It’s unlike anything Cedric had ever fought against. None of the strongest men in his village hold the same power that these demons had. And they were exerting this obscene advantage on Cedric’s most private and delicate vulnerability. It was choking and terrifying. Cedric's testicles weren’t designed to be pressured like this, and this consequence of such a cruel twist of fate, was such a shock to Cedric’s confident reality. This was never entertained as a potential threat in his training. Not once did he hear a story similar to this. Not even in his worst nightmares did he envision that he be abused like this.  

Naturally, the young man’s reality compressed with his fertile eggs and agony froze his masculine frame. His body glistened with sweat and strain, as the Eldritch continued with nods of approval.

“Perhaps the pain he feels now, will help the male understand his transgressions.”

“Doubtful. He reignited the conflict, even after I attacked his source of power. It took until I squeezed them, as you are now, for him to cease operations. He didn’t even try to stop me, nor did he seem to realize how to react. Regarding both my first attack, and my more… hands on approach. He has no sense of his weakness.”

“It’s not uncommon, from my recollection from human males. Very few are keenly aware of their reality.”

“This is true.”

The investigating Eldritch let go of Cedric’s testicles, and let the young man protect his fertility once more. The reflaming of this pain caused Cedric extraordinary discomfort, and his relation to his surroundings and reality was jaggedly disconnected. His face and head was full of sickness, and the young, superb male was unable to overcome the agony his sensitive sack of testosterone was causing him, even as they were allowed to reform to their natural shape with no further direct pressure being applied.  

“I must continue, I hope to see you soon.” Said the original Eldritch.

“Of course. I will continue my watch, as was directed to me.”

“May the Gods watch over you.”

“And you.”

With that, The Guardian continued to pull Cedric along the cold floor. His muscular back, now red from the unkind floor, and his testicles swollen and red from his captor’s brutality. Cedric could pay his back no mind, as his entire masculine world consisted of his searing manhood, which continued to cause him far further pain than he ever thought possible.

Before too long, Cedric found his surroundings, and realized that his leg was still being pulled forward, his body dragged along. The Eldritch Guardian was hauling him through a darkly lit corridor, one not too unlike the path Cedric and his brother took together before they found that blasted room. The thought of his brother sparked something in Cedric and he shook around in renewed energy.

“If you know what’s good for you Human, you would not continue to struggle.”

“Where are you taking me!?”

“To your fate. Mind your place, Male, or you will be dealt with.”

“The Fade with you!” Cedric spat, as he shook around and tried to kick his leg free. His free leg kicked The Eldritch’s guilty hand, and then pulled back with the trapped leg to get himself free for the moment. Quickly, Cedric pulled his feet back and propelled himself away from the Eldritch before he could recapture the young specimen.

Cedric sprinted on all fours until he could push upright and use his athletic body more optimally. Cedric bolted forward with only boots and thin white cloth covering his manhood. His built, and lightly haired frame bulleted desperately.

Cedric heard a painfully grating screech echo through the tight corridor, which almost caused him to fall to the floor from shock and stunning vibrations. But, Cedric pulled his hands over his ears, stuck his feet in, then continued to rush through the corridor, knowing he should not face off with that decadent Eldritch.

Another screech echoed, but this one did not tear through Cedric’s ears. All it caused him to do was run forward quicker, feeling the tension mount in the tiny spaces surrounding him. He pulled one hand down from his ear, and held it clenched just above his crotch, which did little to soothe the young man.

Humans are impressive long distance sprinters, and Cedric, an impressive human, was no exception. His village is keenly aware of his endless endurance, unwavering confidence and natural skill at physical activities. Cedric has almost always been able to find a way to come out on top in every mock and permitted battle he's been apart of, and when he hasn't, he tried again until he did. 

But even so, Cedric found himself fiercely terrified of the situation he's found himself in. He has never felt as helpless as he did, wildly in fear of the caverns around him. Cedric needed more than just pure skill or critical thinking to save himself. There are literal demons surrounding him, that not only out power him, but aim for Cedric's private, male weakness to cripple him with disgusting ease. Cedric could not believe or accept the pain he felt earlier, and the idea of the evil beings that forced that on him earlier was too much. 

And the thought that his brother might still be here too, feeling the same feelings and thinking the same thoughts that Cedric's having right now. Cedric felt sick, thinking that Thomas might be alone and scared right now. He was supposed to protect his little brother, but he was no match for these demons. Cedric had to run and pray that The Maker can show him the way out. 

As Cedric continued frantically down the corridor, he began to make out a figure approaching him. Cedric held his sprint, and desperately searched to make out the potential enemy.

Before long, he could see two undead blue eyes piercing through the air, staring at him with lifeless determination. Cedric cursed under his breath and turned around in freight. He had no intentions to run through an Eldritch and felt forced to turn and look for an opportunity away from the oncoming Demon. 

Cedric searched the walls and surroundings along the tight corridor, pleading, praying that he would find something that can be used to his advantage. However, he soon saw two more undead blue eyes approaching him down from where he ran from originally.

“Blast it! Fade me, please! No!” Cedric cried aloud as he had no idea what to do between two twisted demons with unbridled perversions. In a futile attempt, Cedric tried to pull himself up by his hair, but could not lift his frame up to anywhere that could save him.

Cedric turned between the two oncoming Eldritches, and before they came too close to him, he made the decision to try before it was too late.

Cedric turned down the corridor, down the direction he tried to escape at first, and picked back up the sprint. Growing closer and closer to the Eldritch, Cedric tucked his shoulder in, then shot himself out like he were in a cannon and tried to bowl over the Eldritch, with a battlecry to boot.

Cedric slammed into the Eldritch with an authority and sense of determination that can only come from a situation where one’s fertility and sanctity are on the line. However, the Eldritch hardly even budged despite Cedric’s screaming frame and the flying young man was almost suspended mid-air as he could not force through the immovable object. Then gravity took over, and Cedric plopped to the floor, somewhat dazed, but not defeated. 

Cedric pulled back and got to his knees and looked up at the leering demon standing over him. Cedric looked down at where he imagined the gap between the Eldritch’s legs would be under the rags and hopes he might’ve found a way to handle these demons. He was unaware that his younger brother tried this course of action first. 

Cedric reared his fist back and uppercutted the Eldritch between its legs, hoping to find the same weakness on this demon. His fist felt a bony structure, but garnered no reaction from the Eldritch. Cedric looked up in fear and fell to his back, as the Eldritch continued to loom over him.

“Foolish human. You think I would allow you to strike my weakness so easily, if I had one? I am not you, Male.”

Cedric got to his feet and backed up carefully. He looked behind and saw the other Eldritch closing in on him. Both sides seemed pointless, and Cedric realized he had no way out. The young man clasped his hands around his tender testicles, knowing that those delicate orbs were the perverted demons preferred targets.

“Stay away, debasers! I will not let you touch my bollocks anymore! You will regret this, demons! Thomas! Can you hear me! ThoARGH!”

The Guardian grabbed onto Cedric’s shoulders, and slammed him against the wall mid cry. Then, the Eldritch reared his fist back and punched Cedric in his stomach, between his forearms. Cedric doubled over and heavily fell to his knees. An arm was held over his stomach, as Cedric struggled to breathe through the pain in his midsection. 

Then, the other Eldritch bent over and grabbed onto Cedric’s feet as was curled over his knees and pulled up. Cedric was now upside down, hanging from his ankles and his hands were flailing in confusion, trying to find the ground.

As if the two Eldritches were connected via some telepathical link, they continued in perfect sync. The Eldritch pushed back, handing Cedric’s legs to the other, then wasted no time to rip Cedric’s remaining cloth off. 

Now, Cedric’s bare genitalia was clearly visible, dangling down his frame. His lengthy, full and swollen testicles were touched by the bare, damp air for the first time in these caverns, and seen clearly by the Eldritches. The two perfectly shaped large red balls ended right in front of the base of his inspiring cockhead. Although his cock was soft, it was still lengthy and impressive. 

The Eldritch threw the cloth to the side with little thought and quickly took advantage of Cedric’s clear vulnerability, thanks to the Guardian holding him up by his ankles. A skinny fist was pulled back, then shot forward with dire consequences, connecting directly with Cedric’s right testicle.

The Eldritch’s superhuman strength was focused solely on Cedric’s dangling right testicle. It slammed and flattened against Cedric’s hard body, and a shockwave vibrated from the intense force of the impact. Cedric screamed out terribly, his body shook and tightened in immediate, freighting response. After a couple moments of being exposed to the effects of such devastation, Cedric blacked out. Unfortunately for Cedric, he could not stay unconscious found and himself just seconds later, his body spasming under the unavoidable waves of agony due to The Eldritch's merciless assault. Panic stricken, Cedric realized that he can’t breathe nor can he pull a hand to cover his trapped right testicle as it was stuck in The Eldritch’s villainous closed fist.

The Eldritch had no trouble grasping onto the perfectly shaped testicle, but knew that testicles are delicate and could not handle the full force of Eldritches power, or else the male will lose what makes them special. 

But even with the constraint, Cedric still felt The Demon’s grasp to be unrelenting, and did not believe his nut would be able to handle this pressure. There was no way something could hurt this much and still be okay. Cedric knew he was in a dire situation, and needed to do anything to stop this from continuing. Otherwise, at best, he would just lose his testicle. But Cedric was more than sure that the thought the pain would kill him.

With all the energy he had in his impressive body, Cedric begged for mercy.

“AHH! LET GO!! PLEEHEEHEESSSEEE!! MY BALL, IT’S GOING TO POP!”

“This is punishment for your insubordination! Have you learned your place, Male!?”

“Yes! Yes! Please, let go!”

Cedric’s eyes were freely watering the cold floor as he desperately tried to reach up to protect his nut, but he was helpless and completely bare except for his boots. His naturally haired young male body was red and wet with sweat, tensing in terror under the torture these vile demons were so easily applying. 

The Eldritch held on tightly for some more moments, keenly aware of how much damage the specimen’s testicle could take, but still wanting to pressure the promising young man to his limit. 

Once The Eldritch felt satisfied, Cedric's pressed testicle was let go and allowed to breathe again. It began to re-inflate as Cedric's ankles were let go. 

Cedric collapsed and could not repress his wheezing cries. He was incapacitated, one hand wrapped desperately over his throbbing testicles. No matter how powerful and talented the young warrior is at battle, there is nothing he could do to fight the pain his testicles can give him. He could only exist as the torture crippled his entire body and forced pained, wet sounds out of his mouth, which drooled thoughtlessly over his quivering lips. 

“Human males are so pitiful and weak. It’s a wonder how they were ever able to conquer so much, when they have such glaring weaknesses.”

“I believe other human’s do not truly wish to take advantage of others, as they too, are just as weak. A code of honor, to protect themselves. No human male wants to be seen as this one is right now.”

And it is true, Cedric looked pathetically inadequate in the moment. Despite his desirable frame and features, Cedric’s loud whining, sick and wet face, and overall sense of complete submission made the young man look more than vulnerable. He held a total lack of insight and capability. Any man would be embarrassed to be seen in the state Cedric is. A primal state of complete incapacitation and fear.

“I will be able to bring the human forward without further quarrel. Thank you for your assistance.”

“It is my job, and my pleasure. I will return to my post. May the Gods be with you.”

“And also with you.”

The Eldritch turned down the corridor, and walked back to it’s post, ready to take back up it’s position. The Guardian bent over and grabbed onto Cedric’s midsection with his lanky fingers and pulled up. Cedric whined in painful discontent, but the Eldritch paid no thought and mindlessly plopped Cedric onto his shoulder stomach first. Cedric’s backside was next to the Guardian’s face, and the young man’s sweating hands were reaching in and cupping his testicles with great care and concern. The pain was still ravaging his young frame, and the sudden forced movements did not help the pain subside. In fact, quite the opposite.

Cedric could push no thoughts through the waves of pain he was undergoing, and only slight shifts could be mustered as he lied helpless on the shoulder of this demon. The young man, the victim of circumstance and ego, could no longer stand up to his adversary, as he has done so countless times at his village. 

Lifelessly, Cedric squirmed on the body of the shameless demon as he refamiliarized himself with the uncomfortable affliction that he has been cursed with. An affliction that the naked warrior was completely unprepared for. A physical engagement that he was unrehearsed in. 

No, it was worse than a physical engagement. It was a complete physical and mental swarm that took the confident, handsome warrior and slammed him down in an exploding, toxic cloud of rushing shatters. His testicles were throbbing so loud that it caused his head to scream and body to reverberate. Cedric's hapless mind drowned in the sorrow and sickness that came from the sack of masculinity under his weakly cupped hand. There was nothing Cedric could do to soothe either or anything at all. There was nothing at Cedric's disposal that could be of any use. He’s trapped in the belly of the beast and can only hope the demons inside do not take advantage of what lies between his legs. The one weakness that he has never been taught to protect. 

The Guardian walked forward with his young, captive, specimen lying handicapped over his shoulder. Cedric’s hands could be seen through the cracks between his legs as his buttocks was mooning forward, shifting with each movement the young man was able to painfully squeak out. A light amount of hair glazed his legs, and soft, defeated whines and groans caressed the air as it weakly bounced off the enclosed walls. 

Soon, the Guardian would allow Cedric to reacquaint himself with the floor and give him more independence. But, until then, Cedric was painfully latched onto the Eldritch’s shoulder, with agony and dread pulling down on his young body.

Thomas found his surroundings to be cold, claustrophobic and very unwelcoming. The young brother was sure, that around each corner, sat his potential doom. 

Consequently, each turn showing him no further hardships, only served to increase the anxiety he felt when the next one approached. Thomas did his best to keep his eyes searching and see if he could find any more Seguarium buried between the walls, or hiding in the crooks of the ceiling. Thankfully, he found 2 more, now increasing his quantity to 3. It did give Thomas some comfort, but it did give him some worry too. If he was to find these resources here, then what was it The Maker was preparing him for?

Thomas wasn’t sure of the exact extend of the Maker’s reach, and recently found himself questioning if all he was taught of the Maker was indeed true. He couldn’t help but ask, as he traversed this long, never-ending corridor, if The Maker truly touched everything in here. If so, he must’ve allowed these Eldritches to prosper in the manner that they did, and perhaps still do. This idea made Thomas feel sick. How can The Maker believe that vile, twisted demons such as these that stoop to such unholy lows, be allowed to exist?

Thomas couldn’t help but wonder, with his questioning beliefs, if there were more of those evil demons down spiraling corridor. There could be an several of these monsters, a horde of the exact same perverted demons, just waiting for a young boy such as himself to mindlessly wander into their trap. Then they could get their long, lanky fingers to run all over his immaturity, touching everything and torturing his malleable frame. 

Thomas tried to convince himself that not only was any of that extremely unlikely, but also that none of that mattered. His brother may be down this path and if he was in danger, he had to try and save him. Cedric wouldn’t be fretting like he is now if Thomas was in danger. Because Cedric is a strong, proud man who knows what must be done, and knows that he will be the one to do it. Thomas tried to tell himself that he has to be the same way. 

Then, Thomas heard a loud screech echo through the halls and instantly froze in place. He has heard nothing to this point, but for his own footsteps and mental quandaries. Could something know that he is there? Thomas gripped his sword and staff with anxious terror, wishing he would not have to use either.

Another screech echoed, although much louder this time. The sound was much closer to his body, and it filled his ears wholly. Thomas’ stomach seemed to of jumped into a pit, and he could not move his legs. Thomas tried to think of what to do, and did the only thing that came to his mind. He began to cast a spell on himself, but his nervous shakes made the spell very difficult to cast.

“Come on, come on, focus!” Thomas said just under his breath. He closed his eyes, tightened his body then let go and then tried to cast the spell that he knows he needed to in order to save himself.

It was successful this time, and starting from his boots, his body declined visibility and he was unable to be seen by natural eyes for as long as the invisibility spell was upheld. His clothes, body and weapons were also cloaked by this spell and Thomas was able to breath regularly. Even still, he stood completely still and held the focus of the spell.

Thomas waited in terrible worry and waited to see what sparked those terribly terrifying noises to echo in the corridor. He heard no sounds for many moments, and began to grow restless.

“Stay away, debasers! I will not let you touch my bollocks anymore! You will regret this, demons! Thomas! Can you hear me! ThoOOOF!”

Thomas could not believe his ears, but still knew exactly what he heard. That was his brother’s voice. Cedric was alive and nearby! Thomas felt joy well up inside him, and had to struggle not to scream it out. Then, the words he heard began to settle into his body, and he felt sick at the thought of what might be happening.

“AHH! LET GO!! PLEEHEEHEESSSEEE!! MY BALL, IT’S GOING TO POP!”

“This is punishment for your insubordination! Have you learned your place, male!?”

“Yes! Yes! Please, let go!”

Thomas’ sickness grew as he realized that his brother was being attacked. After his brother’s screams of agony, the words being spoken were much lower and it was difficult to focus on them. But, Thomas knew that the other voice was one of an Eldritch, and the other was his brother continuing to beg. Thomas stood still, waiting to hear more words being shared, but nothing more came.

Thomas waited impatiently for some moments as he continued to hold his invisibility spell and then realized that he just stood still, waiting as he heard his brother’s sickening screams for mercy. Cedric even called out to him, and he just stood there. Stood there doing nothing as the demons manhandled his brother’s delicates, crushing them with no humanity at all.

Thomas started to run forward, thoughtlessly holding onto his spell of invisibility and knew that he could not stop until he reached his brother. He would not have stopped either if he did not see the oncoming Eldritch after some time of adrenaline pushing him forward. Thomas was able to stop his sprint and stand completely still, holding his spell and weapons as he looked forward, controlling his breathing and snarling at the Eldritch as it keenly searched in front of itself. The sound of Thomas’ feet stomping then halting, echoed between the walls and ceiling. The Eldritch's eyes, blazing blue stared through Thomas.

The Eldritch inched forward, searching in front, knowing it heard something. It saw nothing, but its senses are rarely misled before. Slowly, The Eldritch continued. It put a hand on the wall, and looked around the cold, familiar walls, up to the ceiling to see if it was something with wings. But nothing showed up.

The Eldritch heard further turbulence of silence, and it felt closer than the previous examples. The Eldritch was more careful as it looked around, knowing there is something nearby. Slowly, it walked onwards, ready to react to the first sign of intrusion.

“I know a disturbance is nearby. Show yourself. Do not play these games.” The Eldritch commanded as it continued to carefully walk forward.

Slowly, the Eldritch inched and inched with no further signs of a disturbance. But it knew that giving up would be foolish. The job of scouring these halls was bestowed with honor, and the Eldritches are not one to take their reality lightly.

Suddenly, the Eldritch felt it’s midsection get pierced, and quickly looked down. A sword was now visibly held with two hands, and quickly grew in flames. The Eldritch looked up and saw the face of a blue hooded boy staring into it’s face. The boy’s eyes burned through just as the sword did, and his charming face sneered like it was a spell in of itself. 

The Eldritch began to siren a scream, but the flaming sword was pulled up and split the demon’s body, throat and face in two. The heat caused the Eldritch’s affected areas to melt, flowing down the split-up body. It’s hands flailed in tragedy. The heat of the burning flesh poured down the Eldritch, melting the rest of the demon like hot butter. However, before they lost their cause, the Eldritch’s hands tried to attach to the young attacker and felt the soft silk of his robes.

The flaming sword that was wielded by the young man swiped at the hands, and then Thomas had to readjust himself in order to attack again, as he was not proficient with the sword. The young mage raised the sword, but was not able to live out the next attack.

One of the Eldritch’s hand that landed on the floor quickly reacted. Despite burning at the wrist like a lit candle, the hand was just alive enough to try and match the boy’s might. The hand leaped up towards Thomas’s crotch, aiming right at the bump in his soft robe and expertly curled around his vulnerability.

Thomas cried out and the flaming sword fell to the floor as Thomas let go and fell back in freight and renewed agony. The sword fell on top of the other hand, in front of the Eldritch’s feet. The flames were hot enough to cause both to continue melting under the burning line on the floor, and there was no more the Eldritch could do.

Thomas yelled out and saw the foul, bony fingers of the Eldritch clasping onto his delicate manhood for dear life as it was burning at the wrists. Thomas smacked at the fire, fearful of it getting too close. He was successful in putting it out, but it did cause his testicles further physical trauma. Thomas whined and tried to pull the seemingly dead hand off, but the fingers were latched on tightly, locked in place like dead stone and pulling away the hand also pulled his delicate testicles further from his body, which naturally caused Thomas further distress.

Hurriedly, Thomas grabbed at the fingers and tried to pluck off each finger one at a time. This turned out to be successful and Thomas was able to pull each individual finger off quickly. The threat of a hand crushing the boy’s testicles gave the boy increased dexterity and strength through an adrenaline rush.

Thomas sprang up and stomped on the dead hand, further confirming its lifelessness and then pushed back with his hands cupping his crotch. Thomas let out a terrible groan, curling over and realizing that the rush of energy he had only masked the pain. Now that the threat is neutralized, Thomas was in full recoil of the Eldritch’s last attack.

The young mage fell to his knees, hunched over and cried out under the sickening feeling of his delicates once again being mercilessly grabbed at. He couldn’t stop all the tears from leaking out of his eyes, and had to pull a forearm in to absorb them. The other hand still carefully nursing his aching nuts, the youth needed to take some moments to collect himself through the sickening throb at echoed inside his young, slender frame.

Slowly, Thomas began to breath slower and the pain seemed to dull down just enough. He still remembered how terrible it felt earlier before his brother saved him from that Eldritch. He passed out from the pain, it was too intense. He never felt anything like that, and this pain wasn’t that much better. It was hardly bearable, and moving felt far too demanding. 

But these thoughts reminded him that his brother needed him to man up, and get up. Thomas weakly pushed himself to his feet, held both hands caringly over his bulge and tried to walk it off. He sniffled, tried to pull back the tears and snot he felt leaving, then cleaned off his face with his forearm again. Then he bent over one more time, just focusing on breathing for a few moments, then sprang back up and limped over to the staff he silently laid on the floor some feet back, before the Eldritch.

Thomas picked up the staff then took a knee once more. It was just a single grab by a dying demon, but the young mage was having remarkable trouble getting over this nut pain. Every time Thomas thinks he’ll be okay, a new wave crashes into his skinny midsection, knocking the wind out of him and losing his balance. Thomas even began to be convinced that he may have to throw up in order to move on.

That’s when he thought about the healing spell Master Archaes taught him to use! Thomas thought he’s gotten pretty good at it, and wondered if he could use it to handle this overwhelming and constant distress that he has no interest in feeling any longer.  

Thomas held the staff with a hand, and performed the healing spell that he remembered, but aimed it at the two little orbs between his legs. Thomas pleaded with The Maker to let this work. He needs to be able to deal with his vulnerability somehow.

A rush of healing energy gently caressed the young mage’s testicles, and within seconds, Thomas could feel almost much of his pain vaporize. Thomas smiled and sprang up with glee, and realized that it could work! 

But, not work too conveniently, evidently. The sudden force did jolt a slight sting in his loins. The pain was gone, but the tenderness was still present.

“Ahk!... alright, alright. Perhaps, elongate the healing process next time. It’s successful though! Oh, blasted, I need to find Cedric!” Thomas cried as he turned around and picked up his brother’s sword. The flames have died, but so has the Eldritch. Just the ashes of it’s rags and oily puddle of what it once was remained.

Thomas turned down the corridor and walked with increased determination, knowing that his brother is not far away. He only stopped when he saw a piece of fabric further down, and silently stood there for a moment, looking at it. 

Carefully, Thomas bent over and picked up the oddly familiar fabric, beginning to smell it. The smell was putrid and very strange, Thomas thought. The fabric smelt exactly like dirty laundry. 

Thomas’ pulled his head back in distaste, but then was able to make the connection as to what this cloth once was. 

Thomas trotted forward, holding his brother’s sword in front with his dominant hand, and his lighter, but trusty staff with the other with the head pointing down. Thomas knew he had to be ready for whatever he came across. He still has 3 Seguarium’s, some mana left in his pool, and he knows that all it takes is some fire to take down these Eldritch’s. 

Cautiously, Thomas understood that he had everything it takes to take down these Eldritches and save his brother. All he has to do, is make the right choices.