by JaysonJax
The slow fuck soon turned harder and faster. Ma’tic removed his hand on Carter’s hip and latched on to one of Carter’s shoulders before driving deeper and harder. With each thrust of the monster cock, Carter cried out in pleasure, the feel of the male claiming him unlike any he’d ever known.
The caveman sank the fingers into Carter’s hair. He tugged the strands hard as he impaled Carter over and over, still stroking the shaft with the other. Used and abused, Carter was loving every second of the rough fucking.
His body was coated with a thin sheen of sweat as he shook with need. The cock impaling him throbbed to the same frantic beat Carter heard in his ears. Breathing was close to impossible as Ma’tic claimed Carter.
Carter’s lust rose. He felt the stirrings of an orgasm starting at the base of his spine. It built quickly, the nerve endings through his body on fire.
“Caw-ter mine,” Ma’tic whispered before Carter felt the male stiffen.
No! Carter tried to pull away, knowing the caveman was about to come. He was no match for the strong hand on his cock and tugging his hair. Pinned under Ma’tic’s strong body, he felt the first blast of cum filling his ass as a cry from Ma’tic’s lips echoed around him.
The hot, wet feel of being filled with cum was enough to push him over the edge. Carter’s cock erupted, shooting seed onto the stone cave floor and over Ma’tic’s hand.
Ma’tic cried out again as he shot another thick load into Carter’s ass, flooding Carter’s rectum with more. Carter trembled as they slowed, their bodies spent.
Ma’tic withdrew from Carter’s ass before rolling Carter to his back. The male lifted his seed-covered hand to his lips and licked Carter’s essence from his fingers. Before he was done, he pressed those same fingers against Carter’s lips. He did what was apparently expected, licking his spunk from Ma’tic’s hand.
And he grew excited again as Ma’tic’s heated stare watched every swipe of Carter’s tongue.
“Caw-ter mine,” Ma’tic repeated softly with a grin before rising. He washed his hands in the water basin near the fire before checking on the roasting meat.
Carter lay on the hide, his body unable to move. He watched as Ma’tic removed the spits and laid the roasts on thin piece of stone. Ma’tic returned to the hide and lowered the tray before sitting down before Carter. He dragged a small piece of meat from one of the roasts and blew on it before pressing it to Carter’s lips.
“Eat.”
Carter took the offered meat and chewed. It was actually quite good. He chuckled. “Tastes like chicken.”
* * * *
Carter slowly awoke, the nightmarish dream still lingering in his mind. He stretched, his body incredibly sore. Moments later, he felt the heavy hand lying over his hip. Opening his eyes, he saw the cave surrounding him.
Behind him, rested a large archaic male.
He dropped back into the furs, shocked it had been real.
It was all too impossible to be real.
Luckily, the big male hadn’t demanded more of Carter’s body the night before. Ma’tic had only compelled Carter to sleep on his pile of furs, at Ma’tic’s side. From the feel of the hard, thick cock pressing into him, Carter doubted he’d get another reprieve.
Carter knew he shouldn’t be excited by the feel of the caveman hard and ready behind him, yet he couldn’t stop himself from rocking his hips a little. His own shaft began to thicken and throb. He caressed the hard flesh from base to tip and back again. Ma’tic began to move slightly at his side and soon awoke.
“Caw-ter,” he whispered against Carter’s ear before reaching out to turn Carter’s face toward his. He stroked Carter’s lower lip with his thumb. “Caw-ter, mine.”
“If I’m stuck here for any length of time, we really need to work on that vocabulary,” Carter grumbled.
Ma’tic frowned before leaning in to steal a kiss. The kiss grew heated as Ma’tic rocked his hips and rubbed his growing shaft between Carter’s ass cheeks.
The caveman rolled Carter over and pinned him to the floor before pressing the head of his cock against Carter’s ass. He heard Ma’tic spitting and felt the wetness against his anus seconds before the idaltu male began to surge inside Carter’s ass.
Ma’tic sank into Carter’s depths. The broad cock stretched Carter’s tortured flesh wide open again. Once he was fully seated, he covered Carter’s back with his body. Carter could feel the thundering of Ma’tic’s heart against him. Still covering Carter, Ma’tic lifted his hips while the rest of his bodyweight forced Carter to the floor.
With measured strokes, Ma’tic began to pound into Carter’s body. Pain moved through him at first, but as his body grew accustomed to the force of Ma’tic’s cock ramming him, the more he enjoyed the rough fucking.
His cock throbbed. Pinned to the floor, he wasn’t able to move his arms or torso—so he couldn’t touch his shaft. He attempted to get leverage, but the caveman was too strong.
Each pounding thrust into his ass sent him sliding up the furs a few inches at a time. The friction of the motion helped a little—it felt almost like a stroke along his shaft.
But it wasn’t enough.
“Ma’tic—no!”
Ma’tic paused, lifting slightly. Carter began to roll to his back, but Ma’tic wasn’t having it. “No. Caw-ter mine.”
“Carter yours,” Carter said, forcing Ma’tic to allow him on his back.
Ma’tic sat back, a frown on his face.
Carter lifted his legs and spread them wide, offering his ass to the caveman. “Carter yours.”
Ma’tic’s frown faded some. He inched closer, seeming unsure. When he pushed his body against Carter’s, he seemed to realize it was possible. A sly smile crossed his face as he pressed the head of his cock against the tight band of nerves.
He slowly sank back inside Carter’s ass. Carter moaned, his body still sore. Yet the pain seemed to heighten the pleasure. When he reached between their bodies and began to stroke his shaft, Carter moaned again. Adding the caress to his cock was all he needed to feel the tensions straining his body tight.
Ma’tic leaned down and captured Carter’s mouth before rocking his hips back and slamming into Carter’s body.
“Good,” Ma’tic said before rising to make another thrust into Carter’s body. “Ma’tic keess Caw-ter.”
Keess?
Ma’tic leaned in and stole Carter’s lips, illuminating what keess was. Kiss. Ma’tic was an expert kisser. His strong lips commanded Carter’s. His strong tongue swept into Carter’s mouth. For a caveman, he kissed better than most of the guys Carter had ever screwed.
Fucked better, too.
Carter stroked his shaft in time to the thrusts of Ma’tic raging cock. He felt a large hand cover his hand and soon, Ma’tic took over. Slowly the tension mounted in his body. He could feel his balls tightening to the base of his cock seconds before his body clenched.
Seed shot from his shaft and blasted Ma’tic’s muscled chest. Ma’tic milked his cock, drawing another shot from the crest. A few strokes later, Ma’tic’s tempo quickened, and Carter knew the male was ready to blow.
“No, Ma’tic,” Carter said, reaching for the fat shaft in his ass. He drew the cock out of him and began pumping the length in his hand, ready to take the male’s load on his stomach.
Ma’tic growled and rolled Carter to his stomach before shoving his cock back inside Carter. “Caw-ter… mine.”
Carter felt the first splashes of cream in his ass before he could argue. While the thick, hot load felt amazing inside him—he had no idea what kind of diseases might’ve been around in the Paleolithic nor did he want to become pregnant.
He still wasn’t sure Sir Ian wasn’t pulling his leg on that last bit.
But what if he wasn’t?
Carter felt another flood of jism filling his ass, and knew there was already a chance to find out if Sir Ian was right.
Once Ma’tic had emptied himself into Carter’s ass, he withdrew and rose to his feet. H
e walked over to the large gourd filled with water—which Carter knew had been refilled with cleaner water from the nearby waterfall after they’d eaten—and began to wash his cock and stomach.
Carter was actually amazed by Ma’tic’s cleanliness. He’d had a different view of how an archaic man would’ve behaved.
But there was already proof that modern man had ruined any true prehistory in the making. Ma’tic knew too many English words for him not to have had contact with the outside world in some regard. Someone had taught him that vocabulary.
Who?
There were too many questions already—but then if there was a habitat keeper or someone who came inside the walls regularly, that could be a way out.
He sat up on the furs and watched as Ma’tic pulled on his clothing. “Who taught you to speak?”
Ma’tic turned to Carter, a frown on his face. Could the caveman understand a concept that wasn’t concrete? From the questioning look on Ma’tic’s face, Carter guessed the answer. How would he communicate something abstract? He racked his brain, searching for an answer, but came up short.
“Caw-ter, come.”
Carter was in no mood to do anything but nap after their activity, but he needed to find his way out. Wherever Ma’tic was going, there was an opportunity to learn the lay of the walled land. He rose from the furs and grabbed his briefs.
“No,” Ma’tic said, pulling the underwear from Carter’s hand.
“You expect me to walk around completely naked—with my cock flapping?”
Ma’tic grunted and turned his back before grabbing his bag and spear. He moved to the mouth of the cave before urging Carter out with a wave of his hand. Carter walked closer before lowering to grab his socks.
“No,” Ma’tic said, getting grabby again.
Carter pulled his hands away and growled at Ma’tic. “I will wear shoes outside this cave.”
Ma’tic growled back, but seemed to allow Carter the concession. Carter pulled his socks on quickly before beating his muddy shoes against the cave opening. Once the dried mud was gone, he drew them on and tied them tight.
“There,” Carter said. “I’m ready.”
“Red-ee?” Ma’tic asked, tilting his head.
“Carter come. Carter ready.”
Ma’tic nodded, seeming to understand. There was hope yet. In time, perhaps he could have an actual conversation with the beastly man.
Time?
Carter shook his head, knowing he didn’t want to spend one more minute here than he had to, no matter how good the sex was. He glanced at Ma’tic, before following the male along the ledge. Carefully making his way down the cliff, he paused at the end as Ma’tic seemed to survey the area.
Ma’tic pointed toward a low wall with his spear. “Beass come,” he said, his voice low.
Beass. Carter frowned, unsure what Ma’tic was telling him.
Before he could decipher it, a door slid open in the low wall and a creature came running toward them.
A bear.
Fuck.
Carter turned and began running. He rushed toward the cliff face. Once there, he glanced over his shoulder, expecting to see Ma’tic.
He wasn’t there.
Carter glanced up and saw the idaltu male fighting the bear. Ma’tic jabbed at the animal with his spear, over and over again, as he circled the beast. Carter turned to watch, his curiosity winning out once the threat from the bear was lessened. Ma’tic seemed to know exactly what he was doing.
The bear fell to the ground after several minutes of fighting Ma’tic.
Ma’tic fell to the ground beside the animal. He twisted his bag around and withdrew the obsidian blade. With one slice of his hand, the bear stilled.
Carter stepped closer, shocked at the brutality of the act, yet excited by the strength of the caveman. There was some kind of rugged eroticism in the fact Ma’tic could do these things that were animalistic in nature.
There, on the spot he’d killed the animal, Ma’tic began to butcher the creature. Carter backed away as the idaltu sliced open the bear’s abdomen and began cleaning the entrails.
He glanced at the half wall and the door for a moment. If wild game was delivered to Ma’tic on a regular basis, the door could be his way out. He’d simply need to track how often it opened and see if there was a pattern.
If there was, he had a chance…
He skirted Ma’tic and the bear and walked closer to the door.
That was his way out.
He was sure of it.
It would just take some time. Carter glanced back over his shoulder at the caveman and knew he’d remain under Ma’tic protection until then. Hopefully, he’d be able to stop Ma’tic from getting him pregnant.
He laughed at the insanity of that thought.
It was impossible.
Impossible.
Sir Ian had to have been joking. There was no way a male could get another male pregnant.
“Come,” Ma’tic said, looking over his shoulder.
Carter’s stomach turned, but he knew he might have to do things worse than cutting into a dead bear to get himself out of the habitat and off the island. He might as well learn how to kill his prey from the caveman.
Some time later, and he had helped Ma’tic clean the animal. Both of them had the animal’s blood splattered on them. Carter hated the sensation and hoped there was enough water to bathe himself. After they were done, Ma’tic rose, tossing the bear over one shoulder as if it weighed nothing. A shiver raced down Carter’s spine at the show of strength.
“Come,” Ma’tic said, heading in the direction of the cave. He followed the male back and aided the caveman in butchering the animal and was stunned to see the idaltu bring out a bag of what appeared to be salt.
“Where did you get this?” Carter asked as he watched Ma’tic salt some of the pieces of meat before laying them out in the sun. It was an ancient means of preserving food that had to have been taught. The salt had to have come from the researchers. If that was the case, this was no true historical experiment. Everything had been tainted by the outside world.
Ma’tic frowned, apparently not understanding his question. Carter took the bag of salt and met the caveman’s stare. “Where?”
The caveman grumbled something in a language Carter didn’t understand. Had the cavemen he’d been with created a language of their own? A thrill rushed through him at the thought of learning some of it.
Ma’tic continued his work, salting several more pieces of meat before putting them out in the sun to dry. He grabbed the bag back from Carter and finished up another few cuts. When he was done, he rose to his feet and carried the other pieces to the barely burning fire. He added the hunks to a heavier, blackened stick before placing it well above the fire.
He’s smoking meats.
It was a skill that the humans had to have taught him to survive. Sir Ian hadn’t made it seem as if there had been enough time for that kind of skill to be found.
But it also meant that large animals weren’t delivered too often. If Ma’tic was used to regular offerings, he wouldn’t work this hard to save some of the meats for later. How long would it be before the next one came?
And how had Ma’tic known this one would come now? There had to be a signal of some sort… he needed to get into Ma’tic’s head. And he needed to learn to communicate with the man in order to get his answer.
Both would take time.
It seemed it was all he had for now…
When the caveman was finally done with his tasks, he turned to Carter. “Caw-ter, come.”
The heat of the day was upon them. He could feel the air sweltering around him, and he felt drowsy from all their efforts. Carter wanted to clean himself off and lie back and rest.
“No,” Carter said, looking down on himself. “I need to clean off this blood. And I need rest.”
Ma’tic cocked his head to the side, frowning.
Carter moved to the gourd of water and began rinsing himself of
f.
“No,” Ma’tic growled, crossing the space and grabbing Carter’s hand. “Caw-ter, come.”
“I don’t want to come,” Carter spat.
A rumble of a growl rose up the caveman’s chest. He grabbed Carter. Before Carter could stop anything, the idaltu man had him over one shoulder. “Caw-ter, come.”
Carter beat his hand on the Ma’tic’s back, but he might as well have been punching a side of beef. The caveman deftly climbed down the front ledge of the cave and into the bush, ignoring Carter’s cries.
Soon, he heard the sounds of water.
Ma’tic stopped inside a cove in the cliff’s side and lowered Carter to his feet. He turned to see a massive waterfall pouring down into several large pools. Huge palm fronds and other vegetation created somewhat of a canopy above, only allowing a spattering of the sun to make it through to the crystal clear blue water.
Ma’tic removed the hide covering his nudity before walking into the water. Carter quickly kicked off his shoes and socks and trailed in behind.
A sigh rushed from his lips as he moved into the crisp, cool water. He waded deeper, and closer to where Ma’tic washed his body. Carter did the same, rinsing the blood from his skin as he watched Ma’tic’s strong hands move.
Whether it was the heat or the now cool waters, he felt a wave of lust coming over him. His cock grew hard again, just from watching the caveman bathe.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Carter bit his lower lip as he observed the little fastidious movements. Ma’tic went so far as to clean the blood from his fingernails. Somehow, his attention to things like that was sexy. Carter didn’t know why, but it mattered.
Ma’tic lifted his stare and met Carter’s.
Heat blossomed in the caveman’s gaze. “Caw-ter, come,” he murmured softly, his deep voice warm and sexy.
“Carrr-ter,” Carter corrected as he moved closer.
“Carrr-ter,” Ma’tic mimicked.
He smiled and nodded. “Yes. Carter,” he said quicker, this time.”
“Carter,” Ma’tic parroted, perfectly.
