The Cavern of Wonders and Dangers

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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It was three intrepid spelunkers who tramped up the side of the mountain in their quest to visit the fabled cavern there. They were led by a guide they had hired from the local village who knew these mountains and was busily trying to explain to them why going to the caverns was a singularly bad idea.

"Our people's name for the cavern is," M'Tum'May'Wah then gave a rather complex rattle of sounds and clicks which were part of his people's language. It was remarkable in that it didn't seem to be related to the other peoples in the surrounding regions, but was a language all its own, and was still poorly understood by the anthropologists. "It means, 'The Cavern of Wonders and Dangers'," he told them. The cavern is sacred to our people and also forbidden.

"Are we forbidden to enter it?" asked Andy.

"Not forbidden, no," M'tum'May'Wah assured them, "but know that none who have entered it have ever returned to the land of the living save one man, and he was quite insane."

"So the cavern drove him mad?" asked Tom.

"Those who live in the caverns are jealous of their caverns beauties and secrets," M'Tum'May,Wah said somberly. "He and his friends were tormented endlessly and he escaped only by sheer chance one day, and fumbled in the darkness and when he came out, his large, muscled body was only a slender, starved skeleton of a man. He told us of his torments and died a few days after. None have gone into the caverns since."

"Should we have brought guns with us?" inquired Beau.

"In a cavern?" scoffed Andy. "We could bring down the walls on us, not to mention ricochets. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for what happened to those men a long time ago, and we'll be extra careful. Don't forget, we have our lights." He tapped the lights strapped to his forehead, they were the kind that could be pumped up with a hand pump to generate light indefinitely. Their packs were similarly lightweight and fitted with all the basic needs they would need to survive for up to a week underground. Water was their heaviest element, but they also had a device which would let them catch and convert their own urine into potable water, at least until they ran out of the filters they had to use for that. They planned to capture their own feces and leave it and their other garbage at particular points where they could gather it back up again as they left, in order to leave as little mark on the caverns as they could.

They marched beyond the still-protesting guide into the cavern's mouth in single file.

First was Andy, who stood just short of six foot tall, slender build but well muscled, and had a goodly amount of hair on his body of dark brown so deep in color that it was easily mistaken for black. His eyes were also deep brown and he kept his head hair close-cropped, effective for the active life he led. His eyes burned with the light of an explorer and his forehead also carried a small camera designed to capture all that he saw on his expedition, for he was going "where no man had gone before" barring some very muffled and probably distorted legends he had listened to with understandable skepticism.

Next was Beau, a little taller than Andy and a decade younger at twenty-five, he was blonde-haired and blue eyed, his body was slim, smooth and almost devoid of hair and what little there was, was the same pale tone as that on his head, his ready smile showed a surprising array of gleaming white teeth, he approached the expedition like he was walking onto a football (soccer) field with a spirit of sportsmanship and desire to win. His forehead light was a bit askew on his forehead and aimed a bit to the right, but he had Andy's light ahead of him so he didn't notice the lapse as they proceeded inward.

Bringing up the rear (someone had to) was Tom, a man in his early thirties who was the smallest of the three in build, he had the slim build of Beau but not his height, he was slim, lean, and weighed about 110 pounds when soaking wet. He engaged in sports like spelunking as a sort of psychological way to prove himself as the equal of the others who tended, albeit very politely, to look down on him and he felt a constant need to show them he could pull his own weight, so he kept pace by training hard on the treadmill and avoided panting even while he had to make eleven steps to the others' ten steps as they walked. Life sometimes is so unfair! His hair was a medium brown and his eyes were the green color much like a cat's eyes, making you peer deep into them trying to explore what lay within. He felt irked in his number three position, it felt very much like being the puppy that tagged behind the pack of hunters, disregarded and disrespected.

For a long while, the cavern was simply a cavern much like many others, no unique designs or markings, just compacted dirt and clay and rock, as they descended slowly, sometimes having to rappel down steeper sections. In this Tom excelled, he was always the first one to go downwards, and was to find a place to secure the line so the others could slide down more securely.

So he was the first to see the chamber at the bottom of the latest lava tube they came down, a particularly long one, and Andy opted to leave his rope there for them to climb back up when the time came. He was tying it at the top when he heard, "Hey guys, get down here, you have got to see this!"

"What the fuck are you looking at, Tom?" Beau asked.

"You got to see it! Get down here!"

"God damn his ass!" grumbled Andy. "We're going to have to climb down there if we want to know what's got his panties all in a knot!"

"Yeah!" Beau chuckled.

Beau rappelled down second, and soon came his sound of "Holy shit!"

"What do you see?" Andy called to them.

"It's amazing, come see!"

"I'm surrounded by idiots!" Andy groused to nobody and began to rappel down himself.

He got down and stepped over to the other two and let out a gasp himself.

It was beautiful! You never quite get over such a sight, the beauty of an underground cavern. They usually have to be lighted up by hidden lights, but this was already lit by some unknown source. The light was clear but not sunlight, it was more like fluorescent lighting but there were no shadows cast anywhere to give indication of where it came from. It showed multi-colored crystalline stalactites hanging down, but instead of being vast round columns of solid rock, these were complex webbed things that were filled with various holes of different sizes, varying from a size you could possibly push your smallest finger into, up to holes of a size that you could climb into, which were all up where the stalactite was closest to the ceiling.

"I think they're all hollow," said Beau in wonder. "How could they have been made?"

"There's no stalagmites," Tom pointed out. "You have stalactites, you usually have the same number of stalagmites, but there's none, just the floor."

The floor was easy to forget in the amazing marvel of the ceiling, but the floor was literally covered with an endless array of what appeared to be large diamonds, most of which were the size of a golf ball.

Dazzled by the vast array of beauty and marvels, the three men began to range out and explore this chamber, trying to learn all of its extraordinary charms. From this point, their fortunes diverged.

--o-8-o--

ANDY was determined to get inside one of those stalactites and see if the inside would show him something about how they were created. A discovery like that could make him famous! He had seen a likely prospect, one such stalactite was hanging not far from a chamber wall that an avid rockclimber like himself could free-scale if he was careful. The chamber was not so large that his friends would not hear him if he called, he could yell if he got in trouble and be heard. So he set out climbing, yelling out, "I'm climbing the wall over here!" just to be safe.

"Have fun!" Beau declared.

That was enough confirmation, Andy began to climb the wall. He made good time, and could even use the stalactite for hand-holds now and then as he did, it was very close to the wall at points. As he got up to the ceiling, he saw a hole in the wall near to the stalactite and he pulled himself up to the hole by holding onto the rock and as he hitched up to the hole in the wall, he looked into it, and two evil looking eyes looked back at him.

Andy yawped and did the only thing he could think to do, he swung over to the stalactite and tried to use its hole as a means of getting away from the thing. The ugly black thing crawled in a way that was almost flowing as it moved over from the wall to the hole inside the stalactite and Andy hastily moved downward to the smaller holes there. A rockclimber can cling to very small ledges in the face of the rock and he got pretty far down that way, but he looked down and over twenty feet of space separated him from the ground and those hard, hard stones below. He looked up and the yellow-eyed black monster was getting closer to him.

Better bruised and broken than eaten and digested. He let go and resigned himself to a lot of pain. This was going to hurt, bad!

He fell less than two feet and was stopped with a jerk. Something had caught his foot. He looked up and saw that there was a black hand hanging onto his foot, and he shrieked but as he did that, a second claw snaked out a different hole of the stalactite and grabbed his crotch, clutching his manhood and he shrieked again in a higher note. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! EEEEEEEEEEE!"

The claw found and gripped his nuts and gave them a lusty squeeze, so hard he felt they might pop, but he grimaced and yelled and the nuts held and the claws eased off somewhat, still holding them in thrall.

Smaller limbs came out, the creature seemed to have an infinite number of claws of various sizes, he had never seen its exact shape yet. Those smaller claws had VERY sharp nails and they ripped at his clothing and he was soon divested of his clothing below his waist, and his lower shirt was ripped to shreds.

Soon his hiking shorts were gone and he was bare and the claws gripped his prick in an obscene grip, and began to jack it briskly and brusquely. Smaller claws took up the duty of grabbing his nuts, one each they grabbed the two balls and began to squeeze them in a manner that in their own weaker way, were worse for him than the bigger one had been. They were too separate, too intimate, too engaged in their particularity in how they mangled and massaged and mishandled his man-beads, and he just groaned and begged the thing to finish him off and get it over with, kill him already and eat him but don't do this to him, please, don't jack me to the finish, I can't take it, I can't!

But his cock was a traitor, it didn't care who whacked it as long as it got whacked, it was throbbing and making him groan and grunt and wheeze and whine, he was getting so fucking turned on, that he actually wished he could kiss this motherfucking yellow-eyed terror while it pounded his pud, damn it, this was so fucking impersonal, this way!

He moaned and writhed, and the creature grunted along with him, was this black, yellow-eyed thing getting off on this? "What are you a yellow-eyed jackahorn?" he asked the thing. "Damn you all to hell, you want a hot load off my cock, well then, take this, you motherfucker, AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH, HAH-HUNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"

He squirted his jizz toward the stalactite, the way he was faced, he had no choice in this upside-down position, and he watched the spray shoot at the beast and the wide mouth open up, blood-red, and his white, white jizz land inside it, and he moaned, knowing he had just fed this beast, and he gasped and groaned and jetted the rest of his wads into the thing, and he finished and panted.

As adept as a circus acrobat swinging his female partner between the swinging bars, the beast swung Andy around the stalactite back to where he was again at the hole in the chamber wall, and there, the black beast flowed back into the hole which it had crawled out of, and as it crawled back in, it dragged Andy, weak but struggling, by his balls, after it and he vanished into the darkness of the hole.

--o-8-o--

BEAU had proceeded straight through the upside-down forest of stalactites in search of something more, beautiful though it was, and he found the flowers. They looked like longer blossomed versions of daffodils, and his immediate thought was both crude and accurate. "Cock-warmers!" he chortled. "I found myself a cluster of cockwarmers! Bet if I stuck my dick inside there it would just about fit!"

That stirred his groin, but not in the way you might think. "Damn, but I got to take a leak!" he declared. He started to pull out the flask meant to capture his urine for recycling but held back, he had a flask of water in his pack already and didn't need to do that already. "I think I'll use this to water the plants," he chuckled. "Think I'll try to fill one of these flowers and see if they can hold it for me!" He took the privacy of his isolated condition, dropped his shorts to his ankles over his slim, trim legs and proceeded to direct his nearly-clear flood at the nearest and largest yellow blossom.

He found his flow knocked it around and after a while realized that the flower was actively dodging his urine flow. "Damn it, I thought flowers would like free watering!" he groused and gave up on his intent. The blossom he had aimed at and never came close to hitting was now very close to his groin, as were two others.

Beau completed his micturition and shook out the last few drops and regarded the plants. "Now, what can I do for you fellows?" he asked them as he shook his cock at them for emphasis.

To his surprise, the three flowers jumped up and grabbed his family jewels, the big one he had aimed at engulfed his prong, and the other two smaller ones absorbed his nuts, and as the big one began to grip and squeeze on his dong, the smaller ones proceeded to contract on his nuts, making him yelp out in his discomfort. "OW-WOW-OW-WOW-OW-WOW-WOW-OWWWW!" he yodeled in his misery.

He realized in his pain-blurred vision that the other flowers were clustering around him, they were freaking mobile! How had he not seen that! They were flowers! Or so he had thought they looked like flowers, anyhow! You stop to smell a daffodil and it grabs you by your nuts! What's this world coming to, anyway?

The flowers on his nuts squeezed hard, really hard, and the pain forced Beau down to his knees, and that put him down where the other flowers could grab him. Quick as a flash, he found his clothing being pulled and cut off him, in some manner he didn't understand, it was coming off him and that was all he could determine. Soon he was as bare as the day he was born, and the flowers began to play with his body, manipulating his bare flesh in ways he had never felt before. It was like he had a hundred miniature men rubbing and teasing and licking his flesh, finding and stimulating every tender bit of his flesh he had, finding erotic spots he hadn't known he had! His cock was being jacked down by Mr. Bigblossom, and doing a hell of a good cocksucking at that, he was in Heaven if you disregarded the many small injuries being dealt to his balls. He was in Heaven and Hell at the same time, and as he rose to Nirvana he was being cast into Perdition. How could both happen at the same time? Well, it was happening to him?

He moaned, groaned, and his cock, seeking some resolution, chose that moment to erupt in climax. He gasped, grunted like a pig and sprayed hard, "KUH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UH-UHHHHHHHHH-HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" and as he did this, the blossom showed a marvelous ability to expand to contain the entirety of his hot, salty flood of hot male spooge. Damn, I wish I could have tried that out with my piss, he thought dimly.

He had no more time to think beyond that, as he came down from his climax, the flowers ganged up on him, they formed a large triangle that focused on the two members holding his nuts, and linked up like that they began to drag his body by his balls over the uncomfortable rock-diamond floor off to an unknown destination.

--o-8-o--

TOM had veered off to the right as his light tilted him that way and it took him time to realize that before he reached up and adjusted it. This let him see ahead further and he saw a sparkling ahead that was different from the diamond-like sparkling on the floor all around him.

He reached the lake. He got to it and knelt down, the rocks bothering him and found that the blue color of it was just a coloring, the liquid was a deep water blue but who knew what it was actually. He didn't dare drink it, that was for sure. Still, he could get a sample of it, and find out more about it later, he had some sample vials for this purpose.

He tried to dip his vial into the liquid and found that it wouldn't flow into his vial at all. He pushed and the liquid pushed around it, like mercury would. But this wasn't mercury, it couldn't be. He tried pushing at it with his hand and he could push right into it, but it didn't get wet.

He could have wimped out and go back and find Beau and Andy. Like a coward. But a man can only put up with that for so long until they have to prove themselves and to hell with the risk.

He made the decision to try to wade into it and see what happened. But first, he had to strip out of all his clothing. He did so, wondering if he was brave or being a damned fool. Probably both. But he wasn't being a coward. Naked, he put one foot into the liquid and then another. It was like stepping into a pond, only he wasn't getting wet.

He went out deeper, still the same feeling, the ground was soft and not rocky like the ground outside this lake. It was actually smooth and comfortable! He got out further and when the liquid was up to his mid-upper hips, he decided to sit down in the stuff and see what happened next.

The liquid was cool around his groin and felt really, really nice. Like it was massaging his balls. His cock felt even better, like he was submerging it into a vat of cool sherbet. By the time he was sitting completely down, he felt so relaxed, he dared to try lying out on the liquid, see if he could float like that. As he did that, he felt great, but the liquid flowed over him entirely.

Startled, he tried to move, but found he couldn't really move. The liquid had him suspended in the middle of it and he was basically weightless and all movement was canceled out as if he was in free-fall. He whimpered, he'd been so foolish, what was he going to do?

He suddenly realized that he was, somehow, still breathing. How could he breathe in this stuff? It all made no sense, none at all! What was this stuff?

The liquid around his balls suddenly compressed on him and he gasped and tried to scream, but sounds were impossible. Oh, he could draw in air easily and he could yell, but the liquid drenched out all sound before it could go anywhere. He felt his cock being massaged faster, and the methods of it being rubbed were that of a hand jerking on him only better, like there were a thousand tiny fingers gripping him to do it. The perfect masturbation. The balls were being twisted and mangled and yanked and then rubbed into quiescence again, but his passion overrode his pain and his outrage. God, this all felt so good. His entire body was loving the touch of this liquid on his body all over, he was the luckiest man alive, he had found something better than the Fountain of Youth, he had found the Lake of Passion! Endless, endless love, and it was his, all his!

"Oh, yeah, do it, yank me, yank me!" he moaned as he wished he had lips to kiss, he puckered his lips and the liquid gave him lips to press against. He wished for something for his hands to caress and his hands felt the liquid stiffen up to let him stroke it. Everywhere else, his body was being touched and teased and tantalized and taunted and brought to higher and higher degrees of passion, of powerful, pure passion, and even the torment of his nuts were a part of that.

"I can't take any more, I can't take it, I can't, cah, KAH-AH-AH-AH, HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH, HAH, KAH-HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

His cock exploded in a way it hadn't done since he was eighteen and hadn't pumped his prick in a week or more because he'd been away at a camp with no privacy but then he'd gotten back home and was alone and he'd gone to his room and locked the door and dropped his trousers and whap-whap-whap-whap-KABOOOM! This was like this, the orgasm of all orgasms.

He groaned and gasped and shook and shivered and quaked and quivered and when he was done, he sighed and was limp and the lake stirred in total and lifted itself up from its bed, and Tom found himself suddenly being lifted up high into the air, dangling only by his nuts, and he screamed at the extreme, intense pain, and he yelled and he passed out from the pain and the liquid, with Tom trapped inside it, flowed into a passage in the ceiling and it was gone.

--o-8-o--

Back in the village, M'Tum'May'Wah arrived seven days later and was greeted. "What happened to the three travelers you took to the Cavern of Wonders and Dangers?" he was asked.

"They went inside, despite how much I warned them," he said sadly. "It is like all the others who have insisted on going inside. They did not return. They will not return."

"It is so, it is so," the other villagers affirmed sadly, and they didn't ask M'Tum'May'Wah any more questions.