SeizedbytheCavemen

by JaysonJax

  Mel’em leaned them back against a nearby boulder and lifted his legs to allow Ash’tar to enter him, as well. Without the lube they’d used, he stiffened, worried it would hurt. The first initial surge did… but they’d used him so often and so well, that the pain was quick to depart. They drove in deep, filling him with their cocks.

  The roar of the falls drowned the sounds of their moans, but he could still hear the faint cries from them all.

  Here, now, he didn’t feel empty.

  He felt full and loved.

  Loved?

  He lifted his stare to Ash’tar and saw something in the caveman’s eyes. Drew gasped, a tremor racing through him. He held on even tighter, holding the man’s stare.

  Drew screamed out his release moments later, the thick shot of seed spreading between his and Ash’tar’s body. Not long after, both of his lovers emptied their need into him, filling him with two more loads of cum.

  When it was over, he hung aloft between them, drawing air into his ravaged body.

  He clung to them, and to the fantasy they built around him.

  Drew wasn’t ready to go back to reality quite yet.

  Here, he was wanted. Desired. Loved.

  “I don’t want to go to the big house. Let’s go home.” He pointed back up to the cave. “I’m tired.”

  Ash’tar cupped his cheek and forced Drew to look up. There was a worried expression on the caveman’s face. “We need food.”

  “We passed a banana tree on the way here. I can live one day off bananas.” If it kept him here for one more day, he’d eat just about anything. Or nothing at all. “Tomorrow we go back.”

  “Tomorrow,” Mel’em whispered against his ear before laying a kiss on Drew’s neck. “We go tomorrow.”

  Chapter Seven

  Drew barely lifted his lids, not wanting to awaken. He groaned as he stretched, his body sore from all the abuse over the last few days. Reaching out, he sensed he was alone. He sat and looked around the cave and saw he indeed was.

  And he didn’t like it.

  He was up the side of a cliff in the middle of the jungle. There were creatures outside the walls. And they’d simply left him alone.

  Or am I just upset they’re gone and not here in bed with me?

  The idea gave him pause. He was not in the mood for introspection, though. Drew pushed the thought out of his mind. He rose to his feet, grumpy and craving coffee. He’d gone into much detail the night before, instructing them both on the advantages of getting a machine and plugging it into their solar panel. He didn’t have a phone or social media—the hell if he was giving up coffee, too.

  I’ll find some. I’m sure I can figure out where I’m going. The island can’t be that big.

  Drew found the tattered remains of his dried clothing and saw his shirt was just in too bad of shape. Using the shirt as a belt, he pulled his pants on and headed for the opening to the cave. As he passed the table they’d shared a meal at the night before, he saw pieces of fruit and some jerky left on the wooden platter and a cup of water.

  A smile came to his lips. It was obvious it had been left out for him to eat. They’d likely gone on to get the supplies they hadn’t gotten the day before—and left him there so he couldn’t distract them like he had the day before. But what a fun distraction it had been!

  Drew chuckled before he took a drink from the cup. He sighed in relief, the cool, crisp water soothing his thirst. After placing the strip of jerky and the small tangerine into his pocket, he took a bite of the dried pineapple and walked to the entrance of the cave.

  And stopped as he stared straight down to the rocky bottom.

  All those old binged episodes of Land of the Lost can’t be for nothing—I need to make a ladder or something with rope and twine. A make-shift elevator! I can figure it out, right?

  Once I get myself down there.

  Drew gave the jungle floor one last peek before lifting his head and refusing to gaze down again until his feet were there. Carefully, he made his way down. How the bloody hell Ash’tar had climbed it—with Drew on one shoulder—he’d never know.

  After a few close calls and prayers to the heavens, Drew made it to the bottom with only one skinned knee and elbow. Both stung, but he was adamant he was going to find himself a cup of java if it killed him.

  Just might.

  On he walked, trying to remember the way. Given that he’d been upside down and facing Ash’tar’s back, he had no real means of direction. Still, somehow, he found a metal door that was ripped nearly in half. Wedging himself through the hole, he tore his pants a bit more and left a four inch scratch up one leg, but was able to get through.

  On the other side of the hole was a set of booby traps that were almost The Goonies level good. It took him a few seconds—and he was almost gutted by a spear for his trouble—but he bypassed all those, as well.

  He wandered through the laboratory’s hallway. Many of the rooms looked clinical, and many were ransacked close to the door he’d gone through. The deeper he walked in, the more he was sure he smelled the scent of coffee. Following his nose, he traveled the maze of corridors, coming to one dead end after another. Some were design-inflicted, others damage.

  Somehow, he ended up outside again. Frustrated by the chaos of the hallways, he decided to find the beach and follow it back to the mansion. He’d definitely find coffee there.

  I’d better.

  After what felt like another hour of walking, he came across the beach. Here, it wasn’t as clean. The sand was littered with shells, seaweed, bits of this and that washed ashore, and rocks. Glancing both directions, he wasn’t sure which one would lead him to the mansion.

  Toss a coin. Mentally, he landed on tails. Left it is.

  Three hours, a sunburn, and a parched mouth later, he was still nowhere close to seeing signs of life. He’d eaten the tangerine two hours before to quench his thirst. The strip of jerky had somehow fallen out of his pocket along the way.

  He was lost.

  Likely to starve.

  Panic set in. He was a London boy. He had never camped in his life and had no survival skills.

  I’m going to die out here. He paused and turned toward the opposite direction. Maybe I should head back.

  But it had already been three hours. It could take even longer to find someone if he turned back now. He spun around to face the way he’d been heading. Drew could see a cove ahead and what appeared to be a small harbor. It would be smart to have the mansion near a harbor, wouldn’t it?

  Onward he walked, forcing his tired legs to move on. After a few more yards, he was almost sure he heard noises.

  Thank the heavens!

  He quickened his pace, sure his torment was nearly over.

  Only to see it had just begun.

  A group of Cro-Mags came out of the jungle and onto the beach, their spears pointed at him.

  “Fuck.”

  The Cro-Mag who’d assaulted him on the beach stepped out front—at least, Drew thought it was him. They all sort of looked alike—wild hair, heavy brows, and wide noses.

  “Fuuuuuck,” the male said with a smile before grabbing Drew and yanking him close. “Fuck.”

  “No,” Drew cried before letting out a scream.

  He screamed again… and again… until something hit the back of his head and knocked him unconscious.

  * * * *

  Ash’tar placed the coffee machine on the table as he let the small bag of supplies slip from his shoulder. Scanning the room, there was nowhere for Drew to hide—except under the bed. Before he could check himself, Mel’em walked over and knelt. After lifting the bedding and replacing it, he lifted his stare to Ash’tar and shook his head.

  “Where could he have gone?” Ash’tar asked in their language.

  Mel’em rose to his feet. “We did not pass him on our way in.”

  “He would’ve gone back to the house.”

  “Would he even know the way? We didn’t claim Ma’tic’s old sanctuary unti
l after he’d left.”

  Ash’tar’s worry grew. “We need to search the sanctuary. Now.”

  He raced to the entrance and quickly scaled down the side of the cliff. Once they were both on ground level, he turned to Mel’em. “You search that way. I’ll go this.”

  Mel’em nodded, and they took off. It didn’t take long for Ash’tar to find recent footprints. He called out to Mel’em, and his friend joined him quickly. Ash’tar pointed to the tracks and led the way as he trailed them.

  They soon came to the twisted metal door. There, Ash’tar found a hint of blood. On the other side of the door, they found several of their traps disengaged.

  “He could be in danger,” Mel’em said.

  “We need to find him… and fast.” An image of Drew and the Cro-Magnon came to Ash’tar’s mind. If those creatures got ahold of Drew—they’d kill him, for sure.

  He could barely breathe thinking it.

  “We need help,” Mel’em said. “The others can aid our search.”

  “Go—get the others. I’ll continue tracking. I’ll leave marks as I go.”

  Mel’em nodded. “We will find him.”

  Ash’tar nodded, though he worried Mel’em was wrong.

  Dead wrong.

  * * * *

  Jaime lay across the big bed, completely spent. The last few days had been filled with enough welcome home sex for five trips—before he’d realized his friend was missing and after he’d gotten the all clear that Drew was safe and sound. They’d spent a day combing the mansion, labs, and island looking for the man.

  Only to find he was doing the same thing Jaime had been doing.

  He felt a kiss to his stomach and smiled as he looked over his body to see Na’ear. His lover pressed his lips against the vague swell of the unborn child growing within him.

  Our unborn child.

  While Jaime was still partially shocked with the chain of events, he loved Na’ear and Tig’un. He’d never considered fatherhood, even of the conventional means, but the thought of sharing the love he had with these men and having it made flesh and blood—there was something about the prospect that called to him.

  To be a better father than the one he’d had.

  As long as he was here, with the men he loved, that’s all that truly mattered. They would weather any storm that came their way.

  Tig’un’s palm came up to cradle his stomach the second Na’ear’s lips moved away. “I am happy. You make me happy.”

  Jaime smiled. “You both make me incredibly happy.”

  The two men slid along his body, moving him into a position where they could claim him again. Their kisses told him exactly what it was they wanted to do.

  But a knock came at the door.

  Tig’un sighed before climbing from the bed and crossing the room. On the other side was another of the guards who’d watched them when they’d first come to the island—one of the two he’d seen screwing Drew.

  He was rapidly speaking their foreign tongue, his tone excited.

  “Drew’s missing,” Na’ear said from Jaime’s side.

  “What? We just got the all clear that he was fine. Was he not?”

  “From what Mel’em says—they came to the mansion to get supplies and Drew wasn’t there when they returned. Ash’tar is following a trail Drew left behind while Mel’em came for help.”

  “I’ll go,” Jaime said, climbing from the bed.

  Na’ear grabbed Jaime’s arm. “Night is falling. You stay here.”

  “He’s my friend. I made him come back. He has to be safe.”

  “He will be,” Tig’un said as he pulled on his leather loin cloth.

  Na’ear pressed a kiss to Jaime’s lips. “We will find your friend.”

  After the two males dressed and grabbed their weapons, they raced from the room. Jaime watched their departing backs, worry filling him. Na’ear and Tig’un had warned him about the Cro-Mags… they’d apparently been becoming a little more hostile and violent. One of the scientists had disappeared without a trace. Most of the idaltu tribe thought it was the Cro-Magnons.

  You’d better be in one piece, Drew. Or I’ll never forgive you.

  Chapter Eight

  Drew stared at the entrance to the cave the Cro-Magnons had placed him in. Unlike Mel’em and Ash’tar’s place, this was more a crack in the stone than a cave. There was barely enough space for him to sit inside it, his hands bound behind his back.

  He sat there naked. His clothing had been ripped from him, and the entire tribe of Cro-Magnons had fondled him briefly, like he was a side of beef. They’d washed his body thoroughly and seemingly measured his arms and legs against a piece of twine. Now, one of their tribe sat just outside his hole, guarding him.

  His stare drifted to the pink sky. It would soon be nightfall.

  Dinner time.

  And I fear I might be for supper.

  His mind drifted. He wondered where Ash’tar and Mel’em were in that moment. Were they searching for him? Did they even know he was gone? He’d left before they’d returned. For all he knew, they hadn’t come back to the cave yet and didn’t even know he wasn’t there.

  Drew rested his head back on the stone, devastated at the thought they might not be out there looking for him. He wanted to see their faces so desperately. He needed his protectors…

  A thought crossed his mind. He might never see them again. If he was to be slaughtered by the Cro-Mags, he would never feel Ash’tar’s touch. He would never again kiss Mel’em. He would never again be made one with them, their bodies bound together.

  Drew struggled to breathe. He trembled, fighting back the tears that threatened. He wanted them. He cared for them, and they cared for him.

  It wasn’t some fantasy. He felt strongly for these two men. Words didn’t matter. Feelings and emotions did.

  Drew loved them.

  He glanced outside his prison and saw three Cro-Magnons approaching with clubs in their hands. They eyed the hole he was in, focused looks on their faces.

  Shit.

  Even though there was no room, Drew somehow forced himself deeper into the hole he was in. He watched, terrified, as they moved closer. Before they could reach him, he heard a scream. Chaos was visible from the small crack that was the entrance to his hole. Screams and cries filled his ears, only adding to his terror.

  A body fell just outside his hole. A Cro-Mag stared at him blankly.

  Dead.

  He was dead.

  The fighting continued, and a little glimmer of hope filled his chest. But at the same time, the terror grew. If Ash’tar and Mel’em were outside in that fight, trying to save him—he’d put them in danger. If they were hurt, or worse, it was all his fault.

  Silence fell over the area. He saw no movement outside the small opening.

  He held his breath, panic setting in.

  Finally, the dead body in front of his hole was slid away and a face peered into the gap.

  Mel’em.

  Drew let out a shuddering sigh, his body wracked with shaking. Mel’em reached into the hole and helped Drew slide out. After being cramped in a tiny ball for hours, his legs didn’t want to work. Mel’em and Ash’tar lifted him and wrapped their arms around his body.

  Safe.

  He was safe now.

  And they were whole.

  “Are you okay?” he asked them, searching both their stares for signs they were hurt.

  “Funny, I would think that is our question for you,” Ma’tic said, a few yards away.

  “Scared. Sore. But okay,” Drew said, looking about the camp. Several Cro-Mags lay dead on the ground.

  “We must do something about the other Cro-Magnons,” Ben’ab said. “Our humans are in danger. We can’t live like this.”

  Ma’tic sighed and nodded. He spoke in their language, leaving Drew out. Ma’tic turned to the three of them and said something to Ash’tar and Mel’em.

  They nodded and began to unbind his hands. As soon as his hands were free, h
e hugged them both, holding on tight. After a few more kisses, they led him away from the destruction and carnage. Exhausted, he followed them on weak legs.

  After a few moments, Mel’em tossed him over one shoulder and walked on. Drew was too tired to argue the point. He hung to the man, ready to go home.

  Home.

  Later, when they’d scaled the cliff and were back inside the cave, Mel’em laid him in their bed. Safe… he drifted off to sleep.

  Hours later, the rising sun woke him. He was between two big, muscled bodies—right where he wanted to be.

  “Where did Drew… you go?” Ash’tar asked.

  Drew lifted his stare and saw the caveman was awake and watching him. “I went to find coffee.” Drew laughed. “I didn’t like being alone.”

  “We went… got food. Coffee.”

  Drew perked up. “Seriously? You got me coffee?”

  Ash’tar pointed to the table. On it rested a small coffee maker. A sigh came from his lips. “You really know how to welcome a man home.”

  “You… belong here. This is Drew’s home,” Mel’em said beside him.

  Drew turned to face his other lover. This felt more like home than anywhere he’d ever been. It wasn’t a place, it was the men inside it.

  “Stay,” Ash’tar whispered, lifting a hand to cup Drew’s cheek.

  Had they sensed his wavering? Had they known he had been planning an eventual exit? Even without a strong common language, there was so much between them that didn’t need words. The two cavemen seemed to get him, on a level no one else ever had.

  Drew looked at them both before nodding. “This is my home.”

  Both males smiled, their hands roaming over his body.

  “Oh no,” he whispered, pushing them away. “You can’t tell me there’s coffee and then not let me brew a pot.” He kissed them both before climbing out of the bed. He crossed the space and plugged the coffee pot into the space beside the fan’s plug. Drew turned and checked that it had worked. A smile came to his face. “Perfect.”

  He searched through the supplies on the table—but saw no beans or grounds. Drew spun to face them. “Where’s the coffee?”