SeizedbytheCavemen

by JaysonJax

  The only thing missing was a frozen drink and a cabana boy.

  Suddenly, a shadow fell over him.

  Lifting his glasses, he opened his eyes and saw one of the creatures looking down on him, a sappy smile on the thing’s face. Drew jumped to his feet and backed away from the creature.

  Someone jumped between them.

  Someone with a spear.

  Drew watched as Mel’em protected him, a sense of relief spreading within. Off to the side, Ash’tar held his own spear aloft, gauging the situation and ready to pounce. Mel’em spoke in his own language, words Drew couldn’t understand. The creature didn’t seem to understand, either. It tilted his head, a frown on its face. It spoke back to Mel’em, but the language—while just as archaic sounding—didn’t seem to match what Mel’em spoke.

  Finally, the creature ran off, eyeing Drew over one shoulder the entire time.

  “What did he want?” Drew asked them.

  Mel’em shrugged. “Do not know.”

  Drew felt a ripple move up his spine at the sound of Mel’em’s deeply accented words. There was almost a growl to the caveman’s voice—it was almost the same as Ash’tar’s rumble, but not quite. “You don’t speak the same language as that… beast, do you?”

  Mel’em shook his head. “Like…us. We no… speak Drew’s words. We no speak Cro-Mag.”

  Different caveman dialects. Who knew?

  “Sounds like you’re doing a better job of speaking my language now,” he said with a smile. Drew stepped closer, closing the gap between them. He traced his forefinger up Mel’em’s muscled chest. “All that matters is that we speak the same language where it counts.”

  Mel’em captured Drew’s wrist in a tight hold, enough to nearly make him moan.

  “Drew… see Ash’tar and Mel’em like Cro-Mags.”

  Drew frowned. “That… thing? I don’t see you like that.” There was a clear distinction between the two. Cro-Magnons were more animal than man. Mel’em and Ash’tar were men—with a little beast in them.

  Just the way he liked it.

  “We… beasts to Drew.”

  Drew shook his head. “No.”

  Mel’em released his wrist and looked away.

  “We… are… men,” Ash’tar said.

  Drew turned to see the caveman had closed the gap as well. He was a hairsbreadth from touching. Drew turned and ran a palm down Ash’tar’s chest, the ripple of hard muscle under the dark flesh making him hard.

  “You are men… with a little touch of beast inside. I like that. I want the beast.”

  “Drew want… beast?” Mel’em asked. “Drew get beast.”

  Drew’s world flipped upside down. Within seconds he was over one of their shoulders and being taken somewhere.

  A small smile played over his lips.

  About time.

  Chapter Five

  Drew was carried a long while. They’d left the beach and walked through the maze of corridors that held the labs. He could still see scorch marks and damage left behind from the coup that had overthrown the humans who’d ruled the island. A hint of doubt washed over him. While he hadn’t been here before the coup, nor had played any role in their imprisonment—he was a human.

  What if they sought to avenge their captivity on him?

  Drew pushed the thought from his mind. He’d fucked the pair a few times before he’d left the island, and neither time had they gone too far.

  In some ways, they hadn’t gone far enough.

  He inhaled the sweet, musky scent of Ash’tar. Drew had been shocked how clean the cavemen had been when he’d arrived on the island the first time. Movies had always made him expect dirty, filthy creatures—but he’d quickly found just how fastidious they were. They bathed often, washed their hands often, and kept their surroundings neat and clean—orderly.

  It wasn’t just Ash’tar and Mel’em, either. He’d seen the same from most of the idaltu cavemen he’d interacted with along the island.

  He held on to Ash’tar’s strong hips as they moved, so he didn’t sway with every step. His nose brushed against the man’s muscled back.

  Ash’tar’s skin was smooth. He smelled of sunshine and musk.

  Suddenly, they moved under a ray of sunshine. They were outside again. Off in the distance, he could hear what sounded like rushing water. The grasses were high here, with lush trees and the sounds of birds and small prey around them. He lifted his head as much as he could, and he saw an outcropping of rock at least thirty feet high.

  Where the hell are we going?

  After a bit more of a trek, he felt himself being heaved up the side of a rock face. He clutched Ash’tar’s body even tighter, fear he’d fall back to the ground making his head spin. Once on level ground again, he found himself dumped unceremoniously into the middle of something soft.

  Unexpectedly soft.

  Sitting up, he was on a bed.

  In a cave.

  Drew frowned as he looked around. How literal can we get?

  But this was no basic cave. It appeared the pair had brought certain modern conveniences with them to ensure they were comfortable. Besides the bed, there was a table apparently used for dining, chairs, and another table they were using for food preparation. A camp stove. A cooler.

  And a fan spreading cool air through the space.

  “You have power?”

  “Solar… panels,” Ash’tar said with a smile as he pointed upwards.

  “Looks like the two of you have mastered glamping,” Drew responded.

  “Glamp-ing?” Mel’em asked, his brows lowering.

  “Never mind,” Drew said, waving him off.

  Mel’em took a step closer and snatched Drew’s wrist again. Drew gasped, his lips parting. The caveman paused, staring intently, as if he recognized Drew reacted to his hold. “No…never mind. Teach.”

  “Glamping. It’s a bit advanced for you.”

  Mel’em glared.

  “Stupid, rich people do it so they can say they went camping when they really didn’t rough it at all.”

  “Rich?” Ash’tar asked.

  “People who have lots of money.”

  Mel’em lifted one brow. “Money?”

  Drew sighed, aggravated. “Money. Coins? Gold?” Both of them looked confused. How could they not have money—or valuables of some kind to buy things? Because they make everything and live off the land. They don’t buy anything. He didn’t understand their world any better than they understood his. “Oh, just shut up and fuck me.”

  He knew they understood the word fuck. They’d learned it well the last time he’d been there.

  Ash’tar grabbed Drew’s briefs and tugged—ripping the material. “Hey! Be careful,” he commanded.

  But Ash’tar wasn’t hearing it. “Drew want beast.” He tore the rest of the fabric away before dropping it to a tiny pile at his feet.

  He tried to hide the trembling of his body by forcing his hands down below him.

  Drew growled—trying to hide the need coursing through him—but only got two stronger growls back in response. Their deep, sensual sound only made him grow harder. The two swarmed him, pinning him down to the soft mattress. Their fingers and lips traced over his bare skin, driving him insane.

  They held him down as they took what they wanted. He fought their hold, but he was powerless against their strength. Ash’tar stole a kiss, forcing his tongue between Drew’s lips. He feasted on Drew’s mouth, hungrily taking exactly what he wanted before he relinquished his spot to Mel’em.

  As Ash’tar trailed kisses down his neck and chest, Mel’em grabbed both his wrists in one strong hand and pinned them to the bed. Drew sucked in a heated gasp, his back arching instinctively. Lifting his gaze to the caveman, he was surprised to see Mel’em staring down at him.

  “Drew like,” he whispered between his full lips.

  “Drew like,” Drew whispered back.

  A small smile played over Mel’em’s lips—but instead of taking what he wanted from
Drew’s eager mouth, he released his hold and rose from the bed.

  Ash’tar paused from the trail of heated nips he was leaving down Drew’s side to look over a shoulder at Mel’em.

  The caveman reached into a small cargo box in the corner of the cave. When he pulled his hand out, he turned and looked at Drew. Clenched in his strong hand was a length of rope. A moan rose from Drew’s lips, so loud he was almost ashamed of the sound. Mel’em crossed the space and crept back into the bed.

  Drew was frozen with need. Had he wanted to escape, he couldn’t have. Not that he wanted to… this had been the missing piece of the puzzle—the one thing he’d wanted but had been too afraid to ask.

  There was still a niggle of worry racing through his brain as the caveman grabbed his first wrist. “W-wait…”

  Mel’em paused, staring down at him with heat in his gaze. “No wait.”

  “I’m scared,” Drew whispered.

  Mel’em cupped the side of Drew’s cheek with a touch so gentle, it shocked him. His lips parted on a sigh.

  “No…” Mel’em paused, as he searched for the word. “No hurt.”

  Drew released the breath he was holding before nodding and offering Mel’em his other wrist. The caveman’s hands made quick work of the knots, twisting the coarse rope around his hands. After they were bound together, Mel’em tied the opposite end of the rope to the headboard of the bed… leaving him a scant foot or so of movement.

  He was theirs to control now. His hands above his head, bound to the bed. His body was pinned to the soft mattress, under their strong forms. There would be no getting away… no denying them their need.

  Or denying his own.

  They resumed their tormenting kisses, trailing their lips and stubbled cheeks against his body. He writhed at every touch, every lick… every caress of theirs on his heated flesh. By the time they’d whipped him into a frenzy, he would’ve agreed to almost anything. He felt one of his legs lifted, and then the other—baring his ass to the cavemen.

  When he felt the first slap of a hand on his bottom, he gasped.

  It had hurt… not a lot, but enough to drag him kicking and screaming from the haze of need they’d enveloped him in. His stare went to Ash’tar, who held up his palm, ready for another.

  “Drew left… Ash’tar punish.”

  Another slap came to his bottom before he could say more than two words in argument. By the third and fourth slap to his ass, he didn’t want to argue.

  The pain radiated from each spank he received. It blossomed through his body and made his heart beat even faster. The haze once again swelled around him, the need for these two men making it impossible to think.

  He could only feel.

  After another swat to his backside, Ash’tar lowered his head and kissed the tormented flesh. It ached with every beat of his heart, and now—felt so sensitive, he nearly came off the bed with each kiss.

  He cried out as Ash’tar’s tongue moved to the puckered hole they’d been avoiding the entire time. The caveman licked him thoroughly, from the base of his cock and down the sensitive space between to the asshole. After a few more long, languid licks, he rimmed the puckered flesh and then stuck his tongue inside.

  Drew came off the bed, a moan roaring from his lips. Mel’em was quick to swoop in and steal the moan—he kissed Drew and swallowed it all. The kiss deepened and he suddenly wanted to dig his hands into Mel’em’s long, neat dreads and force the man closer. Pulling at the bonds, he couldn’t free himself. Frustrated, he tugged at them, inwardly loving the feeling of being bound.

  Mel’em broke free from the kiss and slid off the side of the bed before taking off the strip of leather that covered his cock. When the sheath fell to the floor, Drew once again saw the magnificent cock jutting out between the man’s legs. Drew licked his lips, hungry to have it in his mouth again.

  The caveman stroked the length, once… twice… a third time, as he showed off the length and breadth. Mel’em was finely made—his deeply tanned, muscled body was pure male perfection. His cock matched the man, strong and powerful. As he stroked it one last time before getting back into the bed, a pearl of fluid squeezed from the tip.

  Mel’em climbed over Drew’s head, angling his cock down. Drew didn’t hesitate. He took the plump tip into his mouth and licked the drop of cum he’d wanted so desperately to taste. Once he’d circled the head with his tongue once more, he sucked in a few inches, as far back as he could until he felt the gag reflex hit.

  Mel’em rolled his hips, feeding Drew his cock. He pushed in a fraction more with each thrust, until Drew was taking almost all of the huge cock. The caveman lowered, covering Drew’s body with his own. Mel’em had been facing Ash’tar before he’d lowered, and now licked a heated path down the length of Drew’s hard cock.

  Drew sighed around the shaft pumping between his lips. Mel’em sucked him down, swallowing every inch—just as Drew felt a slick finger at his ass, coating him with some form of lube.

  One long, thick finger penetrated him… and scissored out. It was joined by another on the second stroke, stretching his ass wider. A third was added a few thrusts later, making him moan around Mel’em’s cock.

  His entire body trembled under Mel’em as he awaited the next step. Fingers felt good, but what came after was much better. In his position, he couldn’t see anything but the cock and balls coming down, stroke after stroke.

  In his mind, he remembered what Ash’tar looked like, naked and hard. He was slightly taller and a bit more muscled than Mel’em, yet somehow leaner, as well. They were both latte shaded, their cocks even duskier. Ash’tar’s cock was like the man—not quite as thick as Mel’em, but longer and leaner. Still, his thinner cock was thicker than any other man he’d been with.

  Both cavemen had ruined him for another man.

  The second he felt the head of Ash’tar’s cock pressing against his anus, he moaned around Mel’em’s cock. Slowly, the caveman entered him, slick from the ass play and lube. Mel’em pulled from his mouth, allowing him to suck in a breath. He held in that breath, his body stiffening with the invasion. There was a slight hint of pain, but by the time Ash’tar had filled him, it was already fading. The caveman paused for a brief moment before sliding his big cock out and slipping back in.

  Drew moaned, his mouth open wide. Mel’em reached down and pressed his cock back against Drew’s lips and slid just inside. Hungry to feel both of them come inside him, he sucked down the fat root and feasted on the caveman’s cock.

  They soon got into a rhythm, penetrating Drew’s mouth and ass on the same stroke. He was filled at both ends, his cock stroked over and over again.

  It didn’t take long for him to feel the building need ready to crest. After the weeks away, his body yearning for them, he’d been on edge from the moment he’d seen them. Every kiss, every lick, and every thrust of their hips pushed him closer and closer to the abyss.

  Drew felt his restraint snap—he cried out around Mel’em’s cock as his own spurted between the caveman’s lips. The first shot felt like he’d shattered. The second and third drained him of everything he had… he gave it all to his two lovers.

  Mel’em sucked him dry and cleaned his softening cock after, still pumping his own between Drew’s lips. He stopped his thrusting and rose up and off the bed, leaving Drew cold and his mouth empty.

  The only good side was he had a perfect view of Ash’tar fucking his ass. His knees were over the caveman’s arms, his ass pummeled by a big, juicy cock.

  “Beast,” Mel’em said to Ash’tar before tapping Ash’tar’s shoulder.

  Ash’tar withdrew and rose to his feet, releasing Drew. Mel’em took over, grabbing Drew’s hips before spinning him on the bed. Facedown in the sheets, Drew felt himself forced to his knees, his ass up high. Mel’em’s cock pressed against his hole.

  “Drew want beast. Drew have beast.”

  Hands covered both shoulders the second before Mel’em slammed into him hard and deep. There was no pause, n
o time to grow accustomed. The caveman drove fast and hard. Drew held on to the length of rope between his hands and the bed, trying to steady himself from the pounding rhythm.

  Every slap of Mel’em’s cock irritated the sore flesh on his ass, reminding him of his spanking with every, single stroke. It hurt at first… but the pain only seemed to make the pleasure grow higher and higher.

  While a little part of him was mad at Mel’em for driving him so roughly, a larger part loved the beastly treatment. Mel’em’s hard cock impaled him over and over, forcing moan after moan from Drew’s lips. It felt too good to complain… had he the oxygen left in his lungs to speak a single word. He sounded like a beast himself, grunting and groaning from the rough fucking he was getting.

  And suddenly, it was gone. Mel’em pulled out of him, leaving him open and empty. He could feel his asshole spasming, the need to be filled again driving him insane. Drew had never wanted to feel empty again… he moaned, pushing back in hopes Ash’tar would take over.

  But no one came inside him.

  He looked over his shoulder and saw them watching him with heated eyes. Drew moaned, his hips moving back of their own accord, the need he felt too powerful for him to stop. He silently begged for them to finish what they’d started. Both stood there, hard, their cocks eager to fuck.

  Yet they simply watched.

  “Drew want… more?” Mel’em asked.

  “Yesssss,” Drew hissed.

  “Drew ours,” Mel’em said.

  “Drew stay on island,” Ash’tar added.

  “Yeah, yeah… whatever… just fuck me already,” Drew cried before pressing his face in the sheets and moaning. He wiggled his ass, but stopped as he felt a hand slide through his hair and force his head up.

  “Drew ours,” Ash’tar said as he stared down. “No leave.”

  Drew met the caveman’s stare and saw they were once again trying to stake the claim they’d attempted before. Then, he’d been unwilling… but now… now he knew how hard it had been to not be in their bed. Like a crack addict, he’d say anything to have them inside him. “I’m yours. Take me.”