TakenbytheCaveman

by JaysonJax

  He nodded again and rewarded the caveman with a stroke to of that huge cock.

  “Carter,” Ma’tic said again, this time on a sigh, his head falling back. The shaft grew within seconds of Carter’s touch. “Yesss,” he hissed while Carter quickened his hand.

  It still boggled Carter’s mind that Ma’tic was so verbal, when a thought struck.

  The more he could speak to the caveman, the more information he could get. Thus far, Ma’tic had proven to be a quick study verbally, so he needed to see how far he could push the caveman. He removed his touch, realizing that a system of reward and punishment might be a good way to move forward with teaching Ma’tic more words.

  “Carter,” Ma’tic said, reaching out for Carter’s hand. “Carter, mine.”

  “I know,” Carter said, pulling his hand away. “Carter yours.”

  Ma’tic grunted and tried to reach for Carter again, who evaded once more.

  He cupped some water in his hand. “Water.”

  Ma’tic lifted one brow.

  Carter splashed some of the water on Ma’tic. “Water.”

  “Whaat-er,” Ma’tic said.

  “Water,” Carter repeated before cupping more and bringing it to his lips. “Drink,” he said, knowing Ma’tic already knew that one. Carter cupped more of the water in his hands and walked closer to the caveman. “Ma’tic drink.”

  The cavemen held his gaze. “Water, drink,” Ma’tic murmured before lowering his head to sip some of the water in Carter’s hands.

  “Good,” Carter said with a grin. He reached down and caressed the caveman’s cock again. “Carter touch Ma’tic.”

  “Toooch,” Ma’tic said before sighing.

  “Touch,” Carter corrected, stilling his hand.

  “Touch,” Ma’tic whispered as he stared down at Carter. “Carter touch Ma’tic,” he said, placing his hand atop Carter’s and urging him to stroke the shaft.

  Carter did just that, while holding the caveman’s heated gaze. He continued to stroke a few more times before releasing his hand. He stepped back and lifted his arms. “Ma’tic touch Carter.”

  Ma’tic’s lips twisted into a smile. He took two steps before dragging Carter close.

  “No,” Carter said. “Not Ma’tic grab. Ma’tic touch.”

  Ma’tic frowned for a moment before reaching out a tentative hand to stroke Carter’s chest. “Ma’tic touch.”

  Carter nodded.

  Then the caveman dragged him close. “Ma’tic grab Carter.”

  Carter chuckled. “Yes, Ma’tic grab Carter.”

  “Good,” Ma’tic said with a smile, parroting the word he’d used earlier. The caveman then lowered his head to kiss Carter.

  It took his breath away. How the idaltu had learned to kiss another so well, Carter had no idea, but whoever had taught him deserved a medal. When Ma’tic finally leaned back some, Carter sighed from the enjoyment of that kiss.

  “Ma’tic keees Carter.”

  “Kiss,” Carter corrected. “Kiss.”

  “Kiss,” Ma’tic whispered. “Ma’tic kiss Carter.”

  “Very well,” Carter murmured.

  “Ver-ry well,” Ma’tic mimicked with a grin.

  Carter chuckled. “I’ve created a monster.”

  Ma’tic smiled. “Ma’tic fuck Carter.”

  I thought you’d never ask. Carter’s body tightened with need, a need he’d never known before this man… this archaic, beastly man. For some reason, he wanted the caveman inside him constantly… and couldn’t stop thinking about surrendering under the male.

  Maybe he was exactly how Sir Ian claimed he was. Easy… and apparently, a horny bastard on top of that.

  “Yes,” he murmured. “Ma’tic fuck Carter.”

  Ma’tic smiled. “Ver-ry well.”

  That’s an understatement if I’ve ever heard one.

  Ma’tic’s mouth was soon on his again. The big caveman’s body pushed him back closer to the water spilling down on the cliff’s side. Once they were under the water raining down, they never broke the kiss, and soon emerged to the underside of the waterfall. The caveman finally pulled his lips away and Carter could breathe again.

  The idaltu man climbed up on a smooth, deep crevice, just behind the water’s spray. It was wide enough for them both to lay side-by-side and then some. The curtain shielded them from the sun and from sight, and it was cooler behind the rushing water. They were insulated from the outside in this little hidden space.

  Ma’tic rolled onto his side, facing the water. “Come, Carter,” he yelled.

  Carter climbed onto the ledge and moved closer, but was turned, his back to Ma’tic’s front. From his vantage point, he saw the water flowing down and could feel the caveman’s hands searching for his hole. Something damp and thick was spread on his anus and he wondered what it was, but stopped caring the second he felt the man’s cock straining for entry. With a few short thrusts, Ma’tic filled him once more.

  They writhed together on that ledge, Ma’tic filling him over and over again as the water roared above. That same roaring was in his veins, filling him with the urgent need to come. As soon as he felt Ma’tic’s hand on his cock, he stiffened, his head falling back against the caveman’s shoulder. Carter came with a cry, his cum shooting into the water’s flow.

  Only a few short strokes later, Ma’tic quickened his pace, his body stiffening. With a loud cry, he came, filling Carter’s ass with another thick load of cum.

  After, they lay there. Ma’tic leisurely stroked his body as Carter felt himself grow sleepy. Even with the volume of the rushing water, he sensed the darkness come, safe in his caveman’s arms.

  * * * *

  Days passed and became weeks. Weeks were slowly drifting into months. By his calculations, Carter had been there for three months by the time the gates finally opened again and offered Ma’tic another large predator to hunt. Three months was much too long for his plan of escaping through that means, which meant he’d either have to find another way, or wait three more months to try it.

  But in that time, he’d learned so much about his caveman… and Ma’tic’s language skills had far surpassed what Carter had thought possible.

  He’d also learned a lot about the sanctuary itself, especially in the past days.

  “Why so long between?” Carter asked as they gutted the hog before them.

  Ma’tic frowned a moment before looking up to meet Carter’s stare. “Since bear?”

  “Yes… it’s been a long time.”

  “More came… at other land,” Ma’tic answered. “Often,” he added with a smile, the word recent to his vocabulary.

  Carter knew the “other land” was likely the other sanctuary Ma’tic had been held in prior to this one. For all the caveman seemed to know, it was a whole other world. “More animals? More often?”

  Ma’tic nodded as he cleared the animal out. “Yes. More people to feed. Ma’tic and Carter only two.” He held up two bloody fingers before returning to his work. “Less animals now.”

  Carter still struggled with the concept of gutting an animal to eat, but it was either that or starve. He did his best to help.

  “How did you know this beast would be released today?”

  “Cloud,” Ma’tic answered and Carter frowned.

  “What cloud?”

  “Dark,” Ma’tic answered. He lifted his hands, emulating something rising.

  “A smoke signal?” Carter asked, almost more for himself than Ma’tic. He lifted his gaze to the sky and saw nothing out of the ordinary.

  “Dark cloud. Goes up. Beass comes,” Ma’tic said.

  “Beast,” Carter corrected.

  “Beass-t,” Ma’tic murmured.

  “There goes my chance at escape,” Carter murmured to himself.

  “Esss-cape?” Ma’tic asked.

  “Run away,” Carter answered.

  Ma’tic stopped what he was doing and met Carter’s stare. “Carter mine. No run away. No esss-cape.”

  Ca
rter felt his body stiffen, as it always did when Ma’tic said those words, but he had to put an end to this. He needed out. Carter didn’t belong… and he’d already been there much, much too long. “No esss-cape,” he muttered. Not yet, anyway.

  Ma’tic seemed somewhat appeased with Carter’s comment and went back to work.

  Carter did as well, but his mind was toiling, working on a new plan of attack. He’d scanned the borders of the sanctuary and had seen the mirrored walls along one side. He was quite sure that’s where they were being watched. Unfortunately, he hadn’t had long enough to learn the way they did things, but he sensed his chances were better at night. Most zoos had nothing but a skeleton crew overnight, watching. If he was going to shatter a mirrored wall and escape, the middle of the night was the best time to do it.

  He could wait until Ma’tic was asleep… sneak to that spot… and use one of the large rocks he’d tucked into hiding spots here and there around the sanctuary. They were small enough to for him to hoist, and yet large enough to do some damage.

  Once they’d cleaned the pig, the pair made their way back to the cave. After salting and setting the meats to smoke, Ma’tic drew him to the opposite side of the sanctuary from the waterfall.

  “Where are we going?” Carter asked.

  “Need salts,” Ma’tic answered.

  Carter’s interest was piqued, so he followed the male to a small cave he’d never noticed before. Once they’d cleared some rocky debris from the opening, the caveman led him inside. The cave system led farther and farther down, the temperature cooling more and more as they went. It also grew darker and darker, until a glimmer of light appeared ahead.

  They exited into a cavern with a large, wide pool of water. Above, there was a shaft of sunlight pouring in from a large hole carved into the rock. Dying of thirst, Carter knelt and rinsed his hands clean before he cupped some water in his hands and brought it to his lips.

  Ma’tic pushed his hands away. “No drink. Salt water. Make sick.” He lowered his own hands into the water and rinsed them off.

  Carter looked at his hands and lifted his fingers to his lips. He licked one finger and tasted the salt. “This is where you get your salt from?”

  Ma’tic nodded. He urged Carter on, and they moved to one side of the cavern. Along one wall, large salt crystals formed. Ma’tic plucked several from the wall and added them to his bag. “Crush. Make small. Salt meat.”

  “Ah,” Carter said, impressed. “Did the humans teach you this?”

  In their time together, Carter thought he’d gotten Ma’tic to understand who the humans were, though the caveman acted more like his handlers were gods. “No,” Ma’tic answered as he took another few crystals. “Other land woman. Verr-y wise.”

  It was still possible the human handlers had shown some of the original cavemen how to salt meat, and those had passed on the knowledge. And seeing how long it took between game being offered to hunt, he was thankful Ma’tic had the knowledge. While there were smaller animals to hunt here and there, the majority of their meals came from the meat Ma’tic hunted and prepared. Carter had never been a fan of jerky, but when it was that or next to nothing, he ate it.

  He had to stay strong, so he could be ready to make his escape when the moment was right.

  “Ready?” Ma’tic asked as he closed the end of his bag.

  Carter nodded before casting a glance at the water. “Can we clean up here?”

  “Makes dry,” Ma’tic said as he pointed to his beautiful caramel skin, but shrugged.

  Carter moved into the water, ignoring Ma’tic’s comment. The water was warmer than what came pumped over the waterfall. It had a natural ebb and flow, like the sea itself—which likely fed the pool. A thought hit him. If the ocean waters fed this pool, there was a chance of escape.

  He’d be going in blind… with no idea if there was room for him to get through whatever channel the water rushed in. He might not have enough air to make it there, or make it back. The thought of drowning in an attempted escape scared him.

  Perhaps I keep to my original plan. Inside the control room, he might have a chance at contacting someone. But who?

  When he’d arrived here, he’d noticed nothing but the house and complexes from a distance. From the information he’d gathered, Sir Ian owned the whole island. The knight and his people were the only ones populating the isle.

  Where would he go? What would he do? He didn’t have Ma’tic’s strength or ability to live off the land, if that’s what he needed to do until help could arrive. If he could connect with anyone who could help him out there.

  Carter was royally fucked, but he also refused to give up. There was no way he’d remain a lab rat his entire life.

  He felt hands spanning his waist, and a flood of heat filled him. Had it not been for this man, this caveman, he’d be dead by now. Carter closed his eyes, struggling with the need rushing through his system, all while knowing he needed to get away, no matter how much he loved Ma’tic’s hands on him.

  “Ma’tic fuck Carter… very well,” the caveman whispered in his ear. He could feel the thick shaft prodding against him.

  I can worry about getting away tomorrow.

  Spinning in the water, he faced Ma’tic. “Very well,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around the big man’s neck.

  Ma’tic smiled before lifting Carter’s legs on his arms. Aloft in the water, Carter hung onto the man. Ma’tic angled his cock against Carter’s ass. They’d fucked so often, Carter’s body had grown accustomed to the use. He easily took the caveman inside his body and moaned at the impalement.

  Ma’tic groaned along with his moan and held tight. He captured Carter’s stare and held it before he began to move. Water splashed around them as their bodies slapped together. Ma’tic’s strong, hard thrusts claimed Carter’s body yet again.

  He hung from the caveman, crying out from the pleasure of the rough fucking, knowing the idaltu man had the strength to make this last for hours. Carter reached between them and gripped the base of his hard cock and rubbed the length in time to Ma’tic’s quick strokes.

  Carter met the caveman’s eyes, and saw something there he’d never noticed before.

  Affection?

  He wasn’t quite sure what it was he was seeing, but he felt his chest tighten a little. Ma’tic kissed him before he had enough time to figure it out. A few strokes later, the caveman stiffened and erupted a thick load of cum into Carter’s ass.

  The jerk of Ma’tic’s cock caused Carter’s own orgasm to hit. He came with a cry against Ma’tic’s lips, coming into his hand.

  The caveman gently lowered Carter to his feet and held tight. He lifted Carter’s chin with two fingers and held his stare.

  “I feel…” Ma’tic paused, a question in his expression.

  They’d been talking about emotions over the last few days, trying to give the caveman more than hungry, sleepy, and lusty to his vocabulary.

  “What do you feel?” Carter asked, almost too afraid to pose the question.

  The caveman lifted his hand to his chest. “I feel… Carter mine.”

  Carter met the man’s stare.

  Ma’tic moved his hand and placed it over Carter’s heart. “Ma’tic Carter’s.”

  Carter stood there breathless. The caveman was standing before him, doing his best to say he loved Carter. He didn’t know what to say. In an idaltu man’s small world, he was sure Ma’tic did love him, in some way.

  And in some way, he loved Ma’tic.

  The big caveman had protected him… fed him… fucked him for months. Never before had Carter been closer to another being…

  But they were worlds apart. Not only that but eons apart. Ma’tic didn’t belong in his time and place… nor did he belong here in the caveman’s.

  Yet, how could he deny this show of emotion? Especially when his own chest ached with raw feeling…

  “Ma’tic loves Carter,” he whispered, sure it was a mistake as soon as he uttered the word.
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  “Loves,” Ma’tic parroted. He smiled before bringing Carter’s hand to his own heart. Under the skin and sinew, Carter could feel the organ beating madly. It had taken courage for Ma’tic to say what he had. “Carter loves Ma’tic?”

  Carter met Ma’tic’s stare. “No,” he said, lying. He shook his head and pulled away his hand, all while watching Ma’tic’s expression fall.

  They stood there in silence for a moment before Ma’tic took a step forward. “Carter loves Ma’tic,” he spat. There was no question to his words this time. And he was right. Over the months there, he had fallen in love with the caveman.

  But it was impossible for them to remain together.

  Ma’tic grasped his arm and after grabbing the bag and other items on the side of the pool, led him out of the cavern. Heat sweltered around him as they made their way through the brush. A sick feeling came over Carter the farther they made it through the forest. Just as they neared the cave, Carter fell to his knees, his head spinning. He leaned over and retched, his stomach contents emptying.

  When it was over, he fell to his ass and lay back on the large palm fronds nearby. The nausea passed after a few minutes.

  “Water,” he whispered to Ma’tic, who glared at him still.

  The caveman didn’t move at first.

  “Water, please,” he cried.

  Ma’tic left him and returned moments later with a gourd filled with cool water. He sipped at first, swishing the water around his mouth and spitting it out before taking a full drink. It cooled him… he was likely dehydrated after their swim in the salty water.

  He met Ma’tic’s stare and hated the ache he saw in the caveman’s eyes.

  What choice did he have, though?

  Ma’tic offered him a hand up, which he took. Once on his feet, he still felt wobbly. After the first step, he nearly fell, and would have, had it not been for the idaltu man. Ma’tic swept him off his feet and headed for the waterfall. When they arrived, Ma’tic waded into the water until they were both covered to the neck.

  Very carefully, his caveman rinsed his skin with the cool water. Ma’tic’s work-hewn hands scrubbed at his body, clearing off the remnants of the blood, salt, and sickness. In the shaded spot, cooled by the water, the nausea abated. Afterwards, Ma’tic left Carter to float as he washed his own body under the falls.