Into the Caverns Part Three: Juicing the Magic Makers

Hey guys! I've been missing for awhile, sorry about that. Life's been getting in the way, and I haven't had the time to work on everything in the way I wanted. But, rest assured, I did make some progress and I very much intend to continue making progress when I have the time. I hope to make more progress soon. But in case I don't, here's part 3 of everyone's second (third?) favorite storyline. 


Hope you enjoy ;)

Part One: Cedric and Thomas

Part Two: Abysmal Voyage into the Deep

Thomas was wary as he proceeded further down this never-ending corridor. He knew that his brother was not far from him, but he couldn't rush in blindly. Thomas needed to be smart, as one wrong move could lead to being trapped down here with The Eldritches forever. The idea of it sent shivers down Thomas' spine and he had to do everything in his power to put the terrifying thought in the back of his mind. The Eldritches are vile, evil creatures. He wouldn't wish them upon his worst enemy. 

But, Thomas faced the looming threat all the same. His brother was in danger, and the young Mage had to save him no matter what. 

Finally, after a turn, the corridor bleed out into a bigger room. Thomas hesitantly looked around, and tried to gauge what stood in front of him. Although there was a large room in front, it was closed off partially by an intentional looking wall with large glassless windows put in strategic locations high above the ground. There was a small door at the bottom, in the middle of the wall, and Thomas sneakily walked up to it and peaked inside the room. Thomas’ eyes went wide and could not believe what he saw inside.

Several dozen Eldritches, all draped with dark rags patrolled the inside of the room, in a social and totally controlled manner. Like worker bees, each Eldritch seemed to have a place in the room and Thomas could not believe how lively it was this deep in this Cavern.

The reality of the situation pulled on Thomas' adams apple, and he could not believe the world in front of him. There was an entire community of these Eldritches, buzzing with purpose and social cues. Some's eyes were blazing blue and then it was the other's turn to burn blue. They all seemed to serve a purpose for the other, and Thomas could not help but experience awe in front of the surreal scene in front of him. An entire neighborhood of twisted monsters that all want to touch what should never be touched, interacting with one another just like his village back home. 

Thomas's insides fell deep in the caverns of his something deeper than soul. The young mage never believed that something so hideous could exist in his world. He could do little but hunch over in heavy worry and disbelief over the reality ahead of his lonesome, fragile frame.

“By the Maker… what have we gotten ourselves into, brother?” Thomas tried to laugh under his breath. Disbelief shook his head, and Thomas had to take a heavy breath for confidence before he peeked back out.

Thomas tried to look for his brother, but could only find other similar looking Eldritches and some plant that was growing on various sections of intentionally designed walls. It seemed that this community was focused around these plants. The texture looked familiar, and they all had this sky blue shine to them. Thomas tilted his head, and wondered if they were what he thought they were.

Thomas pulled back in, took out a Seguarium and used his goodie sense. Instantly, he felt an enormous amount of energy pulsate behind him. Thomas’ eyes widened and he had no idea how to react. 

What would those Eldritch’s need with all of that Seguarium? Why are they mining this magic based plant? Could they be magic too?

Thomas wondered what this could mean and what he doesn’t know yet. The Eldritches were feared by his people, but they said nothing about what they truly were, or if they were anything more than just some folk-tale to scare people into staying near the roads. But there was no denying that they are now thriving just a short walks away from their doorstep. There's no denying the terror and evilness that stains the air around them. 

Even through this, Thomas knew he could not waste anymore time. What matters now, is saving his brother. He needed to prove to himself, and to his brother, that he's can do it and save the day. And not just by being a man, but by being a mage. Thomas could not let awe and fear overtake him. He had to stay grounded and be clever. There is an entire army of evil, perverted demons in the room next to him, and they would no doubt be more than happy to torture both he and Cedric if they were given any reason to do so.

Cedric. Thomas needed to find Cedric.

Thomas tightened his hands around his two weapons and sat curled next to the door. The young mage slowed his breath and told himself that he had to look back into the room. He needed to make progress.

With an arguably excessive amount of hubris and lackadaisical planning, Thomas turned back into the room and searched out the area. He could not see his brother, but Thomas knew there was more he could gain from mapping out the room. He made note of the multiple handfuls of demons scattered around, all fulfilling a different goal in the ecosystem of these vile monsters. In the back, he saw several different doors leading to something else, along with some Eldritch's peeking into the room curiously, like children trying not to be seen by their parents. Thomas found this most curious, then noticed a scaffolding above the doors to a new room, as well as some small houses in the corners of the larger, plant focused room.

Out of the corner of his eye, Thomas saw an Eldritch glance his way. Thomas pulled his breath in and turned back around the corner. He called himself a daft fool as his heart tried to jump out of his chest, but it could not break through his natural breastplate.

Thomas desperately searched for a Seguarium and absorbed it into his sweaty palm. Thomas then clenched his weapons and had to make a split-second decision as he knows an Eldritch was approaching the onset of the doorframe. Thomas closed his eyes and began to cast his spell.

After the two Eldritches handled Cedric’s rowdy heart, the attractive, shaken and woozy young man was carried forward by The Original Guardian, with no cloth to cover his bare body. Each step forward caused Cedric further discomfort, as his testicles were swollen from the abuse he received. He felt sickness twisting with pain inside him, his head was burning with agony, and routinely found himself hacking while on The Eldritch’s shoulder. He was hardly able to stay aware, but he was aware enough when The Guardian stopped moving. It was a welcomed change of pace, but it did little to comfort him.

“Guardian! What do you bring?”

The Guardian plopped Cedric to the floor with no regard for the young man, eliciting a loud grunt as Cedric’s body bounced off the cold floor. Cedric was allowed to hold his testicles with more freedom, and lied on his back, looking up at his closed eyelids with no desire to fight against the course of things any further.

An Eldritch stood behind the glassless windows that patrolled the entrance to their stronghold looked over the young human male with curiosity. It looked over his wet, defined frame with intrigue, seeing that the Guardian has brought a very promising specimen to their doorstep. It even seems that the specimen has already been dealt with, judging by the disconnected expression on his face, and general lack of awareness of how his body is presenting itself. 

The young human male looked as if it were struggling to fight against a painful nightmare, and his hands were gently cupping the source of his horror. His maleness.

“I bring forward not only a very promising male specimen, but also the one who awoke us from our slumber prematurely.”

“Ah, I see. The Elders are in session, as we speak. Discussing the course of things. They will want to see this right away. Thank you, Guardian. Allow me to show you to the Chambers of the Elder.”

“Thank you, Patrol.”

The Guardian bent over to pick up Cedric’s ankle once more, and snap pulled on his leg, as if it were a saddle on a horse. Cedric responded with a grunt and shook mildly, feeling too sick and pained to fight with any power. 

The Guardian waited for the Patrol to show in front of the door, then followed it through the stronghold. The Guardian was met with familiar gestures and welcomes, and many of the fellow Eldritches stopped their act to look over the human male as it past them. The closer ones even leered and leaned over, almost reaching for the piece of meat being dragged through their village. 

They all looked at Cedric with curiosity, all seeing the potential and pleasantness of this male specimen. It has been a long time since any of these had access to a human male, and almost none of them have ever come across a human male with the natural giftedness and admirable dedication, displayed through his frame.

Cedric heard murmurs over him, and wearily opened his eyes to try and understand what was going on. He saw a dark ceiling getting pulled away from him as he looked up. His head fell to the side and a sea of Eldritch’s stood staring over him, just a hands length away from his totally vulnerable body. All their blaring blue daggers dug into him, and if he weren't so painstakingly absorbed with his own handicaps, Cedric would feel further violated. More than just having his most private parts be manhandled so intentionally, but now, he is now helpless to the tides of wickedness that rush over, deep down in this Cavern. 

Sick to his stomach, Cedric had to close his eyes as reality continued to overwhelm the poor, healthy young man. 

The mummers he heard grew in volume, and Cedric began to feel an unfamiliar, and uncomfortable anxiety layered over his pressing, head-ache inducing agony.  Cedric normally welcomed being the focus of attention, but the young man has never been in a situation quite like this before. The helpless pain and morbid, unfamiliar beings surrounding him, curiously searching over his vulnerable body with what he can't be sure are even eyes. Unnerving and uncomfortable are understatements.

Suddenly, much of the discussion halted at once. Cedric felt his body continue to be pulled. He refused to open his eyes, but the sudden silence ate at him. He could feel these Eldritches staring at his naked body, but there was nothing Cedric could do. There was no way he could fight against these demons.

Cedric felt his body no longer be pulled, and he lied there with his leg being held up by his ankle. Cedric still had his hands over his swollen, pulsating manhood. The pain was still swarming him in waves, and the most he could do was wish to hide that from these demons.

“Forgive the disturbance, Elders. But, a Guardian brings the cause of this surprise. He is also a very promising specimen.”

“We can see that, Patrol. Thank you. You may return to your post.”

“Of course. May the God’s watch over you.”

“And also with you.”

The silence that followed was deafening, and Cedric could not keep his eyes closed any longer. He slowly opened his eyes and adjusted to sight, allowing himself to see the hostile environment. His eyes drew towards what seemed to be a council of sorts.

Eldrtiches sat in form along 2 rows, which faced the center of this chamber. These Eldritches could easily be distinguished from The Guardian. These Eldritch's had purple flames where their eyes should be, and their rags were not rags, as they were for the other Eldritches. These ones wore blue cloth that looked immaculate and complete. Cedric couldn’t help but think that the robes looked frighteningly like a mage robs. Like the ones Thomas would wear.

Cedric began to rock around with a spike of distress as he remembered that he doesn’t know where his brother is. The Guardian jerked Cedric’s leg, but rather than calm him down, all it did was cause the young man to feel further disrespected.

“I am not cattle, you filthy demon!”

“Silence, human! You are in the presence of The Elders!”

“I don’t care if I’m in the presence of the bleeding Maker himself!” Cedric spat as he tried to pull away from the Guardian.

“Let him go, Guardian. He is spirited. Do not constrain him.”

The Guardian let go of Cedric’s ankle, and allowed the naked young man to feel free, if only for a moment. Cedric pulled his leg in, and instantly tried to spring up.

However, Cedric fell victim to the abuse he was given earlier, and the trauma washed over him in a strong upsurge. Cedric moved too quickly and with too much confidence, and as he rose, an obvious grimace morphed his handsome face. He bent over, but tried to hide his pain from the piercing eyes around him.

“We can see that you have already taken it upon yourself to try and quell his spirit.”

“I had no choice, he would not come peacefully.”

“Naturally. Humans are notorious for acting on their own accord. Especially male’s… their power is their own downfall.”

“Fade off! Why do you speak of us like this!? Your perversions sicken me!”

“Our perversions?”

“Yes! Your… obsession! You all look at me like I’m some sort of effigy! A trinket to appreciate!

“And you view our admiration, as a perversion?”

“Yes! Especially with your demon’s nasty manner of combat!”

“Elaborate, human.”

“You… this!” Cedric cried, pointing to the Guardian with authority. Cedric was filled with passion and has now let go of his manhood. The congregation stared and silently enjoyed the view of the young, built man’s naked frame. A perfect size, in every sense. Powerful, but flexible and quick. Not to mention his maleness was as perfect of a set as they have ever seen, even if the swelling was obviously bolstering his natural state. They allowed him to continue.

“This demon took advantage of what should not be acknowledged, and cheated me of a fair battle! I am a skilled warrior and was denied the opportunity to prove my metal! And, he continued to shamelessly abuse my privates throughout! Only striking more of me, just to amplify my distress. Otherwise, this demon only fought dirty! How can I not be disturbed by this!? Even when this demon had my younger brother in his grasp, he depraved my brother of his innocence and mercilessly grabbed onto his weakness all the same! Squeezing the life out of him, ruining his chance of fatherhood! Absolutely abominable!”

Silence waited after Cedric’s outburst came to an end. He stood angrily, staring at the congregation in front of him. This lack of engagement gave Cedric an increasing sense of unease and began to cover himself again.

“No, human. Unclasp your hands and leave your maleness on display.”

“Blast you! Why should I listen to you!”

The Guardian acted as soon as Cedric finished his sentence, and grabbed onto the man’s bicep. The Eldritch’s lanky fingers clasped around Cedric’s powerful bicep, pulled in and then used his other hand to latch over Cedric's throat. Cedric choked and grasped onto the Eldritch’s closing hand with desperation, as his ability to live was closing with his windpipe.

“Guardian! Let go.”

The Guardian let go instantly, and Cedric fell to his knees, gasping and holding onto his throat.

“Do not further distress the male without our grant.”

“Of course, Elder. My apologies.”

“Guardian. The male speaks of a brother, but there is only one here. Is there another?”

“Yes. I did not pay the boy any mind. He was not as promising of a specimen as this man is. I did not think to give the boy any more thought.”

“And you do not think it short-sighted to leave the boy unattended?”

“…I understand my misstep.”

“Take a patrol with you to find the boy, and bring him to us.”

“Of course. One to overcome my shortcomings. I will return promptly. Thank you for your forgiveness.”

“May the God’s watch over you.”

“And also with you.”

On his knees, Cedric watched as The Guardian turned and lumbered towards the exit, which was guarded by select Eldritches. Cedric could not help but feel some sense of comfort as that particular demon has finally abandoned his presence.

“Stand human, and display yourself. It is in your best interest to listen. We are more… graceful, than you may imagine.”

Cedric looked up and glared at all of the Elder’s staring at him. All of their eyes were permanently purple, and there was no way to tell which was speaking. Perhaps they all speak as one, Cedric thought.

Cedric slowly rose, and debated within himself if he should perhaps stand his ground here. The congregation in front seemed more reasonable than the brutes before.

“Eldritches, may I-”

“We are not, simple Eldritches, male. We are The Elders, and you will call us such.”

Cedric nodded his head and swallowed his pride. He felt himself grow small, and no longer thought it be in his best interest to haggle.

“You were speaking, male. Continue.”

“I… w-what, are… I mean, am… what am I doing here?”

“A fair question. But, not one you are entitled to receive a response to.”

Cedric’s emotions were painted on his face, and The Elders were not blind to it. They are intelligent beings, and have encountered their fair share of human emotion.

“You are a trespasser in our community, and you were not brought here, not out of perversions or pleasure. You are here out of demand. You interrupted our slumber and disrupted our expectations. Now we must act out of necessity. You are here for that reason, Male.”

Cedric nodded his head but understood that The Elders did not truly answer anything. They only spoke in code that instilled further unresolved discontent into his body.

“What good am I to you? How can I help you, Elders?  I am but a human, all I can offer you is my sweat and physical strength. The Guardian was not weak, I do not believe I can offer you anything you do not already have.”

The Elders were quiet, but continued to stare at Cedric. Cedric looked down his naked body, and ran a hand over his body. When his hand reached low, and cupped his dangling sack, he gently rubbed it and breathed out in worry. Cedric did not know what will come next, and using context from up to this point, he can tell that nothing of his is off-limits.

“Prove to us your strength and skill, Male. You will fight a Guardian.”

“What!?”

“Prove yourself in combat. We are aware of your humans’ ideas of honor. You said that you were denied fair battle. Now, you will be granted it. You now understand your weakness, you understand how a Guardian fights. You are now aware of your reality, and the battle you face will be as fair as it naturally can be.”

“No! I will not fight if the battle will not be with honor!”

“Male, you are not in a situation where you can make demands. You should be grateful we lend you this opportunity to discourse. We have every right to simply do with you as we please. And trust us human, we have done it before, and not one of your kind has taken pleasure in it. Be grateful of our generosity and take advantage of this opportunity. Combat with this Guardian and prove your metal. Is that not what you brought to our attention?”

Cedric turned and saw an Eldritch some feet from him. The Guardian that was by the door earlier was no longer there.

“There are two Guardian’s?”

“There are several Guardian’s, Male. We ascribe ourselves with the title of our role. They are Guardians, there are also Patrol’s, and Gardeners. Caretakers and more. We are The Elders. Do you understand?”

Cedric nodded and took in the situation. He looked at the Guardian, then down at his fists. He looked back to the Elders.

“May I have a weapon to combat this Guardian?”

“No. You and The Guardian both will only have their fists and wit.”

“But I am trained in combat with swords!”

“It is not our fault that you are not trained in combat with natural forces.”

“But I am put at a remarkable disadvantage!”

“That is not our concern, Male-”

“Then it is not fair! I-”

“Quiet!”

“But this is not-”

Cedric’s voice was caught mid-air as sudden tight pains encapsulated his swollen testicles. Cedric pulled his head down suddenly, but saw nothing but the red skin and slight hairs on his manhood. Then, he saw his sack compress under some force, and Cedric shrieked out as he fell to his knees. Cedric’s hands struggled and shook over his testicles, not knowing how to handle this unknown fit of fear and agony. A sick, frail gasp vibrated through his shaking lips as Cedric kneeled in defeat. 

"Fuck... my balls, fuck..." Cedric whimpered out, unsure why or how his balls were being crushed.

Then, suddenly his head was pulled up to face The Elders. Cedric could feel his hair getting pulled on. Through his tearing eyes, he saw the hand of the one directly ahead of him held out like there was some invisible sack filling the hand of The Elder. Another Elder’s hand was held palm down and fingers curled in, like it were clutching a bag.

The Elder with the invisible sack in its hand opened its tensed fingers slightly, and Cedric could feel the pressure ease on his delicates. Cedric felt just enough relief to feel confident to hold onto his searing manhood with comfort, but his body was still sick with agony. And no matter how he turned his head, it would not move. There was a force holding it in place.

“Male, you overstep the capacity we’ve given you. This is not a situation up for debate. You human’s are always so egotistical and demanding. Even in the lion’s den, you spit in the face of your captors and demand further advantages-”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it wAHHHH! AHHHOKOK!”

The pressure re-erupted in Cedric’s testicles, and the compression was obvious under his palms. But, then his hands were ripped away and held far above his head at an angle, and his knees were pulled off the ground and his feet were pulled in opposite directions. Cedric was dangling in the air, his body in an X as his large testicles were compressing under the pressure of The Elders. His flaccid member was pulled up, looking impressive even without growth. However, further distress was forced on Cedric as his impressive member was slowly beginning to twist at it's tip. Cedric was breathing harshly, and desperately wished to look down, curl up, kick away and protect himself. But he had no control. The young man was helplessly held, unable to move further than a ragdoll against gravity under the air some forces he could not contest as his pain was increasingly exponentially by the moment. 

“Do not interrupt us again, or we will simply use and castrate you, male! Do you understand!? Speak!”

“Yes, yes! Please don’t! Please, please, please, please, no, I’m sorry! Don’t castrate me, please!” Cedric pathetically begged as the gravity of the situation screamed at him. 

Cedric could not see the exact figures of the Elder’s through his teary eyes, but he could feel the pressure of prodding on his bare skin as he tried to desperately writhe and shake away. But, he was stuck and subject to the examination of The Elder’s. His manhood was being tortured, his body was being felt and mused over like an interactive art piece. The Elder's smoothly took off Cedric's boots, and he had on no more protection. 

Cedric could feel lanky, prodding hands all over him. His smooth face, his outstretched neck, his soft hair. His strong back, flat stomach, bulging arms and tensed legs. His inner thigh, his tensing buttocks and underside in all. They all were being marked and documented by forces that Cedric still could not believe be. All of these different points were being pressured, and not to mention the silence that was breaking him. There was nothing to hear but his tortured mind having to accept all the touching and rubbing on his skin, the squeezing and twisting of his genitals, and the sound of his own voice failing and whimpering in terror, humiliation and complete submission.

Suddenly, Cedric was let go and collapsed onto the floor. He yelled as he hit the floor but could not find the power within to protect himself. It must have been pushed out from deep within, and now all he had left was regret and twisting pain. 

Unable to even move, as he lied, sprawled out how he fell. Painfully, he sobbed. Completely vulnerable and unable to amount to the man he looked to be. The man that all his friends and family saw in him. The man he saw in himself. And evidently, the man that The Eldritches themselves saw of him as well. 

The Elders stood in silence and appreciation, all looking at the young intruder in their presence. His misery filled the chamber, and The Elders took delight in this situation. They all know what these sounds represent in humans. Those unintelligible and unrestrained grunts that accompany every man that the Eldritches have defiled in their clutches. 

No matter how strong, how clever or dexterous the Male’s turn out to be. These exact moans always echo in these walls, and speak to the Eldritches through the natural order.

That same natural order demanded that the Eldritches rest, and they obeyed. Now, this Male disrupted that demand. This Male, full of masculine energy, foolhardy dreams and extraordinary potential. All 12 of The Elders could sense it. They sensed it under their telekinetic touch that poked and prodded Cedric’s toned frame, and they can taste it in his speech, when he was capable of using it. 

Now, this cocksure and spoiled young Male, the culprit that brought The Elder’s to rise again, lied painfully in the middle of this chamber. The Elder’s watched his muscular frame rise and fall under the weight of each whining cry and gasp of each impossible breath. Cedric was on display to all, and all knew what must happen next.

“Stand Male, and fight the Guardian. We do not have time to wait for you to recover.”

“Please…” Cedric was barely able to gasp out. He just found the power within him to move, and used the energy to pull his hands over his rapidly swelling manhood. The simple act of touching his sore genitals was enough to send shockwaves through his system, and his body shook and mouth whined.

“No. Stand up.”

The Elder’s knew that Cedric would not be able to fight competently, if he were even able stand up in his current state. They wanted to push the Male to his limits.

They lifted Cedric off the ground, and placed him on his feet. The Elder’s let go, and instantly he fell to his knees, then curled over them. A hand was between his legs, and weakly he rolled onto his arm and whined pathetically.

“Male! We will not ask again.”

“I can’t… please, you don’t understand…”

“We have handled countless Male’s just like you. It is you who does not understand. You do not understand your own capabilities. You do not understand how it is that you are.”

“Then… tell me!”

The Elders did not respond immediately, but instead pondered the question. They were not sure if they were ever asked to elaborate before, and were not sure if this was genuine.

“Did you hear me?” Cedric pushed out, as he curled over and lied over his knees. The pain was seeming to disperse abruptly. It gave Cedric a surge of confidence, but it quickly stopped, and the pain plateaued somewhere less agonizing. However, Cedric still felt best on the floor. He looked up with his head leaning down, and The Elder’s could see that the pain is no longer as intense in the male.

“I asked… you to tell me. You speak as if I know nothing about myself. Well then, demons. Why don’t you tell me?”

The Elder’s stayed silent and stared at Cedric. They attempted to stare through him, and deduce his purpose and capabilities.

“I said-”

“We heard you, Male.”

Quickly, Cedric’s arms and legs were pulled apart once again, and he was pulled closer to The Elders. Cedric struggled against the pressures on him, but his self-assured and impressive frame had no way of powering out of The Elders magics. He shook his head, and put on a profound snarl, like it were to prove something.

“You wish to know. We shall tell you.”

With that, Cedric felt a strong grasp latch onto his testicles. Cedric gasped, but tried to hold true and not show weakness right now. He stiffened his upper lip and stared into the demon’s with purple flames for eyes.

“Your manhood, your... balls, as you mentioned not to long ago, or rather, your testicles, are very sensitive. As you have no doubt realized. You humans have convinced the other’s that these very orbs, are off limits. That is because they are so sensitive, so easy to abuse, that you have convinced other’s and yourselves, that taking advantage of a natural disadvantage is dishonorable. Rather than learn how to protect yourselves, or use such an blatant target to one’s advantage, you simply ignore it. That is shortsighted and soulfully disturbing, to our eyes.”

“It’s disturbing to not attack a man’s weakness!?”

“It is disturbing that rather than engage and work with something natural, that you choose to ignore it and create your own world around it. Did you know, Male, that your testicles contain thousands upon thousands of nerve endings? Do you know how much thousands are? Do you even know what nerves are?”

Cedric stared into The Elder in front of him with disdain and refused to acknowledge his own shortcomings. The Elder’s could read his defiance and continued.

“Let us word it this way. Inside what your sack, or scrotum, are your balls, or testicles. Those testicles are what separates you from your women. They fill you with manliness, or testosterone. Along with the seed of your future, your sperm, your testicles contain many, many little fibers. Those fibers only job, is to protect you from yourself. There many fibers in this heavy scrotum of yours, more fibers than what you can count. Each fiber is designed to make you understand that you must protect your testicles, your maleness, your fertility. And they do that by doing something very nauseating for you males. Every time pressure is exerted on them,-”

The Elder’s tightened the pressure they had on Cedric’s scrotum as this was said, and Cedric groaned in response to this. He kept his eyes on The Elder in front, but keeping his attention focused was increasingly difficult.

“-all of those little fibers scream out in pure, bleeding mercy, and cause you to come closer and closer to a state of complete weakness. Those fibers cry for you to protect them, Male. They cry for you to stop the world from crushing your children, from crushing your balls! Do you hear it, Male? Do you hear it!?”

“Yes! Yes, I do!”

“Does it hurt!?”

“Yes!”

“Do you feel the energy being drained from your body? Do you feel the pain replacing it?”

“Yes! Your killing me! Please, let go!”

“Why? You asked us to tell you. This is what you wanted to know!”

“I know this hurts! Please, I can’t breathe.” Cedric gasped out as his testicles felt like they were collapsing in on themselves.

“Then do not ask for what you cannot receive.”

With that, The Elder’s let go of Cedric, and he fell to the floor once again. Cedric took heavy gasps as he held onto his testicles with desperation. Then, he was lifted once more and his limbs were spread out in an X once again. Cedric took heavier breaths as he was taken hostage, and his head shook in freight and confusion.  

“There is more Male. You know those juices within your sack? That gooey substance that spurts out of your penis with pleasure, and fills your female mate with your seed. That is called semen.”

Cedric felt his sack filled with semen receive a strong clutch once again, and the pain zapped his frame. He struggled further, and his eyes watered down his eyes. His voice was breathless.

“Semen does more than just impregnate your women. This semen has magical properties. Did you know that?”

Cedric struggled in the grasp of The Elder’s. His face was glistened with masculine sweat, and his body was covered with the same. As redness filled his skin, Cedric could barely give The Elder’s the attention they demanded.

“Your semen is magical. It foster’s the development of Seguarium. If spread across the ground where Seguarium is planted, they will grow with marvelous speed and potency.”

“W-what!?”

“Your Male seed is a wonder-drug that allows the bolstering of our magic to be a constant. It allows us to sustain. We use you Males for your semen, drain you dry, then dispose of you. Because only one batch of your seed is enough to bolster this entire room, if spread and used perfectly! We are able to create a magical garden with your seed, male. One will sustain us for eternity! An eternity that you disrupted. This is why you are here.”

Cedric was dropped once again, and he instantly covered his testicles once again. Within moments, he was pulled up again and spread in an X once more. Cedric screamed out and struggled, growing further and further breathless.

“And, we have mastered the art of draining every last bit of semen out of a Male.”

And with that, Cedric saw an Elder pull his arm back for some purpose. Then suddenly, that same hand pushed forward and Cedric felt a gush of wind blast between his legs, and felt what felt like a rock slam into his dangling testicles and cock head dead on. The force caused his balls to swing back and smack into his ass and create a wet thwack to echo. Cedric tried to scream out but no breath came out. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his body convulsed. Then, Cedric was dropped to the floor once more. 

Cedric lied almost motionless on the floor. Completely so, excluding the twitches his body pulsed through each wave of agony from his genitals. The pain was beyond enourmous, and Cedric had little awareness outside of his sickening testicles, and now searing cock-head too. Everything inside him called him to move and protect, but he just couldn't. He could not move. 

The poor, handsome and fit warrior was allowed some respite, as The Elder's looked over his naked, quivering frame. They knew that this man was being tortured worse than anything he's ever experienced, and all of this freshness will do wonder's for the upcoming batch they intend to churn out of him. They could not wait to fertilize their gardens once again. 

“Are you ready to combat the Guardian now? Or do you wish for us to tell you more?”

Cedric said nothing as he lied on the floor at first. But, somehow, someway, he accumulated just enough strength to put his knee on the ground. His hands were desperately covering his dangling weakness, and his eyes were glazed, saliva was dripping out of his soft lips. His body and face was red from sweat and stress. But, Cedric was approaching competence at a speed unknown to him before. 

The Elder's were quite suprised to see Cedric on a knee already, and gathering himself so soon after being affected as they did to him. "Shall we ask you again, Male? Do you wish to hear and see, more?"

“No… no more. I will engage in combat. Just… please. A moment or two.”

The Elders surprise continued by his reaction. Although unexpected, they did not lose a step. They intended to act their part. “Quickly, Male. Stand up and face the Guardian. You will know when it’s time to begin.”

Trudging through the pain and nightmare around him, the powerful young warrior slowly stood up with his hands cupping his sore and focused manhood. He stumbled on his feet, his legs wobbling like he were on ice. But he stayed up. Cedric tried to step over the pain and sickness inside him, closing his eyes, bending over and desperately yearning to be stronger. He has no idea how he can fight in this state, yet alone without a weapon. But he has no choice in the matter. Cedric is a prisoner and must listen to his captives, no matter their pervusion. Cedric knows not how he will escape, but he knows the first thing he'll have to do is fight this Guardian for The Elders. Cedric knows he must triumph, no matter his condition. He must save himself.