by JaysonJax
Carter Burke has spent much of his life learning about the past—specifically, Paleolithic Man. When an amazing opportunity for research crosses his path, he can’t say no.
Once on Sir Ian Gallagher’s Caribbean island, he learns the opportunity isn’t quite what he expected. Sir Ian is a modern day Moreau, but instead of deadly genetic experiments on animals, Sir Ian has focused his attentions on the caveman.
Tossed into one of Sir Ian’s experimental habitats, Carter must defend himself against the lusts the lonely inhabitant has—only to find he must fight his own as well… when he’s taken by the caveman.
Taken by the Caveman
Caveman Isle, 1
by
Jayson Jax
MM, GAY, ANAL SEX, ANAL PLAY, DUBIOUS CONSENT, ROUGH SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS, MPREG, CAVEMEN, LIGHT BONDAGE, AND FORCED PUBLIC NUDITY
Twisted E Publishing, LLC
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A TWISTED EROTICA PUBLISHING BOOK
Taken by the Caveman
Caveman Isle, 1
Copyright © 2017 by Jayson Jax
Edited by Marie Medina
First E-book Publication: June 2017
Cover design by Cover by K Designs
All cover art and logo copyright © 2017, Twisted Erotica Publishing, LLC.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.
All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
The first part of this story was previously published. It was deeply edited and then more than doubled in length. There is a HFN ending to this tale now.
“You may enter. He’ll be with you shortly,” the butler said, stopping beside the open door of the study.
Carter Burke entered the masculine room, his steps muffled by the dark red Oriental rug under his feet. The wood-paneled space was elegantly decorated, from the book-lined walls to the assorted antiques arranged about the room. Decades of collected treasures adorned the room. The man who owned this house had a reputation for adventure, and it showed in his home nestled in the small Caribbean island.
Stopping before an interesting tribal spear, Carter was tempted to lift it and get a closer look. Knowing him, he’d likely skewer some priceless artifact and owe more than his job paid in a lifetime.
“I got that in Zimbabwe many years ago.”
Carter spun to face the aging man who’d mysteriously offered an invite to his home. “I’m sure there’s a fine tale to go along with it, too.”
A knowing smile crossed Sir Ian Gallagher’s face. “And you’d be right.” The man crossed his office and walked closer, a hand outstretched. “It is a pleasure to meet you, young man. I hope your flight in was good.”
Carter shook the knight’s hand, still curious as to why his presence had been requested. “It is an honor to meet you, sir, and yes, the trip here was uneventful.” He paused. “But I can’t say I’m not curious as to why you’ve brought me all the way here.”
Not that he had a problem with being brought out onto a Caribbean island via a private jet he’d had all to himself. Once they’d landed, he’d witnessed some of the most lushly beautiful landscapes he’d ever seen. A part of him hoped he’d get a chance to walk the white sand beaches before being sent on his way.
That same wide smile returned to Sir Ian’s face. He swept a hand toward his desk. “Have a seat.”
Carter followed Sir Ian closer to the desk before lowering into the leather chair across from it. The rich scent of the leather rose around him as he eased back into the comfortable seat.
“I understand you’ve invested much of your educational and professional life in the past. Specifically, that of our prehistoric ancestors,” Sir Ian said.
“I have.”
“I find myself in need of a research assistant for a special project I’m conducting which focuses on the advent and nature of homo erectus and the archaic humans from the surrounding epochs. My group of scientists have found some very promising artifacts that will likely change everything there is we know about our most recent ancestors.”
“Well, technically, homo erectus might not be our most recent ancestor. After the remains found in Ethiopia in 1997, many believe homo idaltu might have lived between erectus and sapiens. I’ve spent many an hour reviewing the research thus far, and it’s quite intriguing,” Carter said and immediately realized he should’ve kept his fool mouth closed. From the look on Sir Ian’s face, the man didn’t like to be corrected. “But then—it is just a theory at this point. Many in the scientific community are still at odds about the find.”
Sir Ian’s frown turned into a smile. “I think you might do just perfectly.”
Carter grew a bit uncomfortable. He had no idea what the position was or what it entailed, and there was the fact he was already employed. “Might I ask what it is you’re looking for?”
“A research assistant. As I said.”
Carter squirmed some in his seat. “What is it you’d have me doing?”
Sir Ian placed his hand on a slip of white paper and pushed it across his desk. “First you will sign this non-disclosure agreement. Everything you’re about to see is highly classified.”
Classified? “Are you working with a government entity on this project?”
Sir Ian shook his head. “I cannot share anything with you… until you sign.”
Carter leaned forward and scanned the document. It seemed fairly straightforward, but he was still hesitant to sign. Sir Ian thrust an expensive pen in his direction, willing Carter to sign on the dotted line.
“Signing this doesn’t mean I accept the position, correct?” Carter asked.
“No, it only says you will not share anything you see or hear, or… well, let’s just say, you won’t like the consequences.”
Swallowing, Carter took the pen. He scanned the document once more before signing his name at the bottom. Before he’d barely written the last R, the slip of paper was taken, folded, and placed inside a drawer—which was then locked and the key slid into Sir Ian’s jacket pocket.
“You’ll need to leave your cell phone and any other technology here on the desk,” Sir Ian said. “No pictures, no videos, no recordings of any kind are allowed.”
Carter emptied his pockets, divesting himself of his mobile, his watch, and his iPod.
“Follow me,” the older man said.
Sir Ian rose as he pressed a button on his desk. The wall of bookshelves behind him parted to reveal a hidden passageway. A light within flickered on, casting long shadows down the corridor.
Carter stood. Intrigued, he followed the older man into the secret tunnel. Once they were both inside, the wall behind them began to close, sealing them inside of whatever they were within.
“I believe you’ll enjoy what you’re about to see,” Sir Ian remarked.
Carter wasn’t completely sure. The conversation had been enough to tempt him to sign the non-disclosure agreement, but he could be getting excited for no reason. It wouldn’t be the first time someone thought they’d found the next big thing only to make a big flop in the archeology department.
They walked silently a few more meters before the hall took a sharp left. A few sets of stairs and another sharp turn brought them into a large, bright space. After the dim light of the corridor, Carter struggled to see. Once his vision cleared, he realized the place appeared to be some sort of control room.
Large windows ope
ned up on what appeared to be an open clearing, surrounded by thick vegetation. The lush Caribbean foliage was rich and verdant, with bright pops of colorful flora here and there. A cliff stood in the distance, and what appeared to be caves dotted the face.
Carter walked closer to the window, watching as thin lines of smoke drifted toward the sky from those caves. “What am I looking at?”
Sir Ian stood at his side. “You’re looking at three decades worth of science.”
Carter tilted his head to the side. “Culminating in wh...”
The question died on his lips as he saw a living, breathing example of what had to be an archaic human walking through the vegetation close to the windows.
The dark-skinned male was naked, dirty, and his hair was unkempt. And he was small—too small to be homo erectus. But the male’s brow ridge was heavy and his body tight and compact. Everything else told Carter this was a real live caveman.
He spun to face Sir Ian. “What in the hell is this place?”
“I’ve always been captivated by history. It has sent me on journeys into the unknown, but there was always one time period that fascinated me—the Paleolithic. I funded some swindler many, many years before who claimed to have a working model to support his theories on time travel, but that never panned out. Then I came across information about cloning. I decided that cloning would be my means to seek out the past—by creating my own cavemen to study.”
Carter felt as if his eyes were bugging out of his head. His heart beat too quickly in his chest, the thumping almost painful. “This specimen is too small to be homo erectus, yet he has all the other signs.”
“The early DNA samples we were able to get our hands on were incomplete,” Sir Ian said. “We had to fill in a few of the gaps with our own DNA. As a result, many are smaller than the average erectus. Some of our newer generations are larger thanks to better samples.”
“Newer generations?” Carter spluttered. “How many specimens do you have?”
Sir Ian smiled. “Of the homo erectus or all of our specimens?”
All of their specimens? “How many different species of man did you clone from?”
“This is the erectus exhibit. We have at least twenty specimens who call this home. There are a dozen Neanderthals in another sanctuary. And we even have thirty-five of your homo idaltu. Although there were forty, up until a few months ago.”
“What happened to the other five?” Carter asked as he stared, transfixed by the caveman before him. The specimen was stalking a small mammal it seemed, carrying a prehistoric stone spear in his grip. “Did he fashion this weapon or did you provide it for him?”
“As far as the tool—he, as well as the others, have made many of their own tools without our involvement. All we provide is the natural setting, the walls around it, the stream of clean water, and the wild game.”
“There are walls keeping them inside a boundary?”
“Indeed. I can’t have them escaping my island,” Sir Ian said.
It was a game preserve… a Jurassic Park for ancient humans. And he knew how those movies ended. Badly, with lots of torment and pain. Yet here he was, staring at a living, breathing caveman. How many questions he could have answered… and how many new ones would arise. This was an experience of a lifetime, one he had to hold on to.
“What of my other question? How did the five die?”
“What happened to the other five is what you’re here for,” Sir Ian said mysteriously.
Carter had to know what he was getting into. “Plague? Disease? Did they murder one another?”
“One of our specimens seems to be a bit… off.”
A frown crossed Carter’s face. He needed more than that. If he was putting himself in danger by accepting the position, he deserved to know. “And this specimen… he killed the others?”
Sir Ian frowned. “Not exactly… but he was a cause of their demise.”
“What is it you think I can do here?” Carter asked.
“Follow me,” Sir Ian said.
Carter stood rooted to the spot for a few moments, unsure if he should go. Ultimately, his curiosity won out and he followed Sir Ian through the doors they’d entered. They made a few turns and took another set of steps before coming to a small metal door. Sir Ian turned the metal wheel in the middle of the ship-like door before he opened it, a creaking sound echoing around them.
“Take a look inside,” Sir Ian said.
Carter took a couple of steps closer, but the interior was quite dark. “What am I looking at?”
“You have to get closer,” Sir Ian said.
Carter glanced at the man before taking a couple more steps. He peered through the door, yet still saw nothing. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to—”
A push between the shoulder blades had him falling through the door and down several meters. He slammed into the floor on his side, the pain radiating through his arm and hip.
Yet it wasn’t quite a floor.
It was dirty—damp—and he was quite sure there were things slithering in what felt like leaves. As quickly as he could, he jumped to his feet and looked up toward the door he’d fallen through. Sir Ian’s head poked out of the low light—the only light.
His rolled his shoulders, the sensation of a hand still there between his shoulder blades. Surely Sir Ian hadn’t pushed him in. It had to have been his imagination.
“Are there stairs?” he yelled up.
“No,” Sir Ian cried down.
“Is there another way out… or a ladder you could send down?”
“Whyever would I do that?”
Carter’s stomach knotted. Panic flooded his veins. “What are you doing?”
“Those five homo idaltu perished because they were pregnant,” Sir Ian said. “We were unable to get to them in time for their delivery, and they died as a result. Therefore, we have placed this wild male into his own habitat, alone. But he has not taken well to being alone. He needs a mate. A mate we can closely monitor and watch over.”
“What does that have to do with me?” Was he to monitor this female and jump into action? He was a researcher, not a medic.
“Those pregnant, the ones who died… were all male.”
Carter’s mouth dropped open. “That’s… that’s impossible. Homo idaltu reproduced just as we do. A male can’t mate with another male.”
“We’re not quite sure how it has happened. We only used modern DNA to plug any holes, so we’re not sure how the anomaly has been created, but it has. And we plan to study him and his mating habits. Now that we have a young, virile, handsome male who’s an expert on homo idaltu here to be his new mate, we can begin our research.”
“New mate? You’re insane!”
Sir Ian grinned. “There’s a door to your left, which I’ll open once this door is closed. Beyond it, you will find your new roommate.”
“Is this is some weird prank?” Carter asked, sure that had to be the case. He couldn’t just be tossed into a beast’s habitat and left to fend for himself. It had to be a joke. “I assure you, it’s not funny if that’s the case.”
“And I assure you this is no joke,” Sir Ian answered, smiling. “We researched you fully before choosing you for this position, Carter. You’re well-educated, gay, and have a very… exploratory sex life.”
Exploratory? “Whatever do you mean?”
“One of my men followed you out and about, out on the town. He said you were very… easy. Enjoyed the company of a handsome stranger quite quickly. And publicly.”
Carter’s eyes bugged from his head. One wild night, several months ago, he’d been fed something into his drink. He was quite sure someone had slipped him some ecstasy or something like it… and he’d done things he normally wouldn’t have done. At least not publicly. “Excuse me?”
Sir Ian grinned. “We need someone willing to give up some ass to our horny caveman and you’re just the man to do it, Carter. Have fun!”
“No!” Carter screamed as Sir Ian slammed
the door closed.
As promised, a door began to slide open soon after. Light poured into the inky blackness, making Carter shield his eyes. After his eyes adjusted, he stared around the habitat, realizing he had a choice. He could remain in the shelter of the darkness and hide from the idaltu male and search for a way out.
Shrinking back into the anteroom, he felt something slither across his ankle. Carter looked down and saw a large, black snake on his shoe. A cry tore from his lips. He raced away from the creature, only to see the room was filled with other snakes. He backed away from the snakes—only to have the door begin to close.
He approached the opening, knowing he had to put space between him and the specimen inside the habitat—but his fear of snakes had him shaking. The door closed before he could gather the courage to jump back inside.
I have to get out of here. He patted his pocket and remembered Sir Ian had made him give up his phone. No calling for help, not that there was anyone to help out here in the middle of nowhere. He was good and stuck.
A sound echoed from somewhere behind him. He spun, glancing over the area. Large cliffs soared above and created the walls of the habitat. Within the walls, more of the same lush vegetation surrounded him. The area was large—at least a few acres of land. Perhaps he could find a hiding spot and stay away from the idaltu man.
Carter saw a waterfall across the acreage. At least he’d have a source of fresh water for however long he was imprisoned. He spied some plants nearby, too. He was sure they were prehistoric in nature. Several of them had small berries—but he had no idea if they were poisonous or not.
He wasn’t stupid enough to think he’d get out any time soon. Carter would have to bide his time and wait for his opportunity. Until then, he needed to find shelter, a source of food, and a means to collect drinking water.
