by JaysonJax
When it was all over, he lay there breathless, unsure if he could walk.
Na’ear remained above, resting on his forearms while gulping in breaths of air.
“You two will be the death of me,” Jaime murmured.
One of Na’ear’s eyebrow rose. “Death?”
“Killed by too much sex,” Jaime said before chuckling.
The worry that had crept into Na’ear’s face began to fade some. “No death for Jaime. Sex… just right.”
“Oh, it’s better than just right. It’s amazing,” Jaime answered as Na’ear scooped him off the rock.
In any other instance, he wouldn’t allow himself to be carried around. But here, now, he was boneless and exhausted… and they were so very strong. He clung to Na’ear as he was carried back to where Tig’un relaxed in the water. Na’ear lowered him before rinsing the clay and cum from his body.
They cuddled together in the water, until Jaime’s skin wrinkled from it. Then they emerged, the fat rivulets raining down his skin. As soon as they made it back to the soft grasses that lined the stones around the pool, Na’ear lay down. He pulled Jaime down to lie on top of him while Tig’un lay beside them.
“Sleep,” Tig’un murmured.
The balmy breeze washed over his cooling skin… and it took all of three minutes before he was lulled into sleep by the steady beat of Na’ear’s heart.
* * * *
A few days and nights filled with sex later, he finally got his chance to have another face to face with Carter. The man was up on his feet, carefully walking across his room when Jaime arrived.
Jaime waited several minutes as Carter took care of his infant. That was, until he couldn’t hold back another moment.
“You can’t keep me prisoner here,” Jaime said.
“I think we’re doing a fine job of it now,” Carter said.
“It won’t last, and you know it,” Jaime said. “My father was a knight of the crown… he owns too many businesses. He has his fingers in too many pots. Eventually, people are going to notice he hasn’t come around.”
Carter was silent a few seconds. “And we’ll get to that point when it comes,” Carter finally said.
“A few days? A few more months? Another year? And then what?”
Carter looked away, fear in his strained face. Jaime sensed the man had the same thoughts and fears.
“I’m the sole inheritor of my father’s estate,” Jaime said. “I know this because my father has often told me what a waste of a human being I was and he couldn’t believe he didn’t have a better child to leave his fortunes to.”
“And how does that help us?”
“We have one of the doctors here sign a death certificate. We let the world know he passed away, and we let me inherit the island,” Jaime said.
“So you can return home and send in the cavalry to kill us all? I think not.”
“I’ve been spending my nights with Tig’un and Na’ear,” Jaime said.
Carter paused, eyeing him. “I know.”
“I came here in search of something. And I think I might’ve found it,” Jaime said. “They don’t know the me from the internet. The crazy things I’ve done to piss off my father. They have no expectations of me. And… it’s the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”
“Tomorrow… when you’ve grown bored of this and want to fly off to your next adventure, what happens here?”
“I can’t say that won’t happen. I am who I am, and I’m a spoiled brat, but I can keep you and the others here safe. I can sign over the island to you, if you want.”
One of Carter’s eyebrows rose. “And just how could I trust you to do all this?”
Jaime shrugged. “I can’t make you trust me. Either you do or you don’t.”
Carter was silent a moment. “I’ll consider your offer… but I’ll need time. In the interim, we can give you more freedoms here. This is, by all intents and purposes, your home. You’re free to roam the house on your own. Outside—with either Tig’un or Na’ear accompanying you. And that last bit is more for your safety than any imprisonment. Some of the Cro-Magnons are a bit aggressive. For that reason, they’re banned from the mansion.”
“Thank you,” Jaime said. “And my friend, Drew?”
“I’m not sure how safe I’d feel with the helicopter pilot being free to help you escape,” Carter said. “And that would be another issue we’d need to face. You might give us the island… but your friend might not remain silent about his ordeal here.”
“I’ll take care of him,” Jaime said. “Be it money or something else, I’m sure I can convince him to keep his mouth closed.”
Carter eyed him. “I would need to be assured he wouldn’t talk.”
“The longer you keep him prisoner, the less likely he is to agree to whatever I offer to keep him silent,” Jaime said. “Giving him the same freedoms you’ve given me would go a long way to gaining his agreement.”
“Perhaps,” Carter said.
“We have to trust each other to make this work,” Jaime said. “A little trust now on your part will prove to us you truly mean us no harm.”
“Fine,” Carter said, nodding to Ma’tic in the background. “Prove yourselves trustworthy and we can see where we go next.”
A smile crossed Jaime’s lips. “Thank you.”
As he walked inside, from the room, he passed a familiar-looking man in a white lab coat. He nodded, trying to remember the man’s name. It eluded him… but he had pressing matters to attend to. After departing, Jaime went directly to the room where Drew was being held. Surprised to see no guards in attendance, he flung open the door…
Only to see Drew with one caveman cock in his ass and another in his mouth.
“Oh,” he murmured before meeting Drew’s eye.
Drew’s face darkened with embarrassment as he let the cock fall from his lips. “Get out!”
Jaime slammed the door closed… and then he realized perhaps what he’d witnessed was a good thing.
He went in search of Na’ear and Tig’un to tell them his good news… and came face to face with the doctor he’d seen entering Carter’s room.
“Jaime?”
“Yes?” he replied.
“You likely don’t remember me. The last time I saw you, you were perhaps eight or nine. Dr. Guardin… I was your doctor when you were young.”
The smile Jaime had began to fade. Dr. Guardin… he absolutely remembered the doctor. The man had often touched him in a way that made him uncomfortable… never technically crossing a line, but coming right up to it.
Jaime took a step back. “I remember.”
“Was that you who arrived via the helicopter?”
“I am,” Jaime said.
“Then you can help us escape this place,” Dr. Guardin said, joy reaching his eyes. The man smiled. “You always were such a good boy.”
A shiver raced up Jaime’s spine. “I’m a prisoner here, just as you are,” he muttered the half-truth, not wanting anything to do with the man.
“I won’t remain their prisoner,” the doctor said. “We’ve been locked in that room together for months.”
“As you locked the cavemen in pens for years?”
“They’re sub-human,” the doctor spat. “Not much more than animals.”
Jaime felt the urge to argue that point rushing to his lips. He bit it back, refusing to allow the man to know his true feelings.
“Two of our scientists were able to slip out, but unable to find the means to get off the island. The prehistorics chased them down and dragged them back within a matter of days. If you can fly us off this island, then we can get free.” He paused, eyeing Jaime. “I need to get off this island,” the man added. “And you have a helicopter… We can help one another.”
“How’s that?”
“I helped bring Carter’s baby into this world. I’ve been checking on him and the infant each day and following their orders. They’ve begun to trust me some… and finally not watching my ever
y single movement,” the doctor said. “When the time is right, I can drug Carter and the babe.” The doctor paused. “And give you syringes with the same drug to your guards. If they’re incapacitated, we can rush toward freedom.”
“Carter said there are at least a dozen of you. The helicopter only seats four.”
“If we promise the others we will come back for them, I’m sure they can be rational and logical about the situation.”
“What if they hurt the ones left behind because of what we did?”
“It’s a chance we have to take,” Dr. Guardin said.
Jaime considered the man’s words. It would ruin what he and Carter had discussed; yet there was no guarantee Carter would free him. Did he take the chance at the freedom the doctor offered, or did he wait to see what Carter chose to do?
And where did that leave him with Tig’un and Na’ear?
They’re just a fantasy. A little taste of something dark and dangerous…
Was that all they were to him?
“Okay,” he heard himself say to the doctor. “We’ll escape this place.”
Chapter Six
Later that evening, Jaime lay between his two big cavemen, considering the conversation with Dr. Guardin. His body was sore and spent, and he should be dozing, but he was unable to sleep. Worry filled him.
He didn’t trust Dr. Guardin.
Not at all.
He looked up into Na’ear’s sleeping face and then over his shoulder at Tig’un. He didn’t want to leave either of them… not for one moment…
Either way, he’d have to go back to Wales and deal with the aftermath of his father’s death.
He’d have to figure out what happened next.
If only he could stay right there, lost in his cavemen’s arms forever.
But he couldn’t…
Could he?
Finally, he slept fitfully. Not like he had the nights before, content in their embrace. When the sun rose, he was still exhausted. Still unsure of what he did next.
His cavemen rose, seeming to sense his disquiet.
They offered him food, but he couldn’t eat.
After, they took him to the beach and walked hand in hand with him along the shore. They drew him up onto a small hill…
And there, he saw several grave markers.
“Father,” Tig’un said, pointing to one of the graves. “Sir Ian.”
Jaime stared at the rough-hewn cross made from smooth driftwood branches. His knees suddenly went out from under him, and the tears he thought impossible came. He sobbed uncontrollably and screamed in frustration at the man who should’ve loved him unconditionally.
When two sets of strong arms wrapped around him, he suddenly felt less alone.
They held him as he wept, lending him some of their strength when he needed it most.
Jaime leaned against them, utterly spent.
When the last of the tears came, he let them coax him to his feet and back to the mansion. Once he was tucked into bed, surrounded by their arms, he finally found the sleep that had alluded him.
* * * *
Two days later, when Dr. Guardin approached him again, he did his best to listen. The doctor outlined a plan and handed over four filled syringes.
“Get them in the hip or buttocks, if you can. A nice soft, fatty spot is best—though they don’t have much of that on them. Give it about a half hour and they should be out of the way,” the doctor said. “I’ll meet you at the helicopter and be on our way.”
Jaime nodded, silent.
“You’re on board, aren’t you?” Dr. Guardin asked, frowning.
“Oh sure,” Jaime said, forcing a smile.
“Stick them by nine tonight. I’ll meet you at the helicopter at ten.”
Jaime nodded again.
The doctor didn’t look fully assured, but left him anyway.
Jaime wended his way through the halls and toward the lab, where he knew Aden was waiting. He handed over the syringes. “Here. Test them.”
Aden took them with a nod.
* * * *
Ma’tic stepped into the room where the doctors and researchers were being held, taking up a shift as guard for the night. He eyed the men and women there, searching for Guardin. The doctor nodded at him, a friendly smile on the human’s face.
Hours passed before he sensed the human growing close. Seconds before he was stuck, he grabbed the doctor by the wrist and brought the man to his knees. A syringe fell from Guardin’s fingers.
Seconds later, several other idaltu warriors stepped into the room, holding back the others. “Do you really think I would let you murder me?” Ma’tic asked.
Guardin’s eyes grew wider.
“We tested the syringes you gave to Jaime… we know you planned to poison us,” Ma’tic spat.
“You can’t keep me captive here!” Guardin said.
Ma’tic smiled as Jaime and Carter entered the room. “You’re right. We can’t.”
The doctor’s expression relaxed as he grew weary.
“You are hereby exiled from the island,” Carter said. “We have a little dinghy and an oar. Hopefully you’re strong enough to make it to shore.”
Dr. Guardin blanched. “Supplies?”
“None,” Ma’tic answered.
“You can’t do this!” the doctor howled.
“Oh, but we can,” Ma’tic said before Ben’ab handed him a syringe. “Or we can offer you the same fate you offered us.”
The doctor reared back, but couldn’t break Ma’tic’s hold.
“Take him to the boat,” Ma’tic said to Ben’ab. “Make sure he leaves the island.”
Ben’ab grabbed Guardin’s arm and dragged the screaming doctor from the room.
Ma’tic turned to the others. “Keeping you here, as prisoners, makes us no better than you. You treated us like animals, in cages. All in the name of your science.” He paused, widening his stance. He eyed each one of them around the room, noting the amazement on their faces. “There’s work. Work to better this place. To make sure we all can survive here. No longer will you be imprisoned. You will be allowed back to your homes and given new jobs.”
“Trading one prison for another,” one of the humans said. “No thanks.”
“If you do not wish to help, you can meet the same fate as your Dr. Guardin.”
The man sat up straighter. “A job is just fine.”
“You’re barbaric,” another human said.
“No less barbaric than what you were doing here,” Ma’tic said. “Creating life. Acting as gods. Did you not consider the consequences of what you’d done?” He stepped up to the doctor who’d spoken, coming nose to nose with the man. “I am the consequences of your actions.”
The man swallowed and looked down.
“You will help make this island better. Or you will be exiled like Guardin. Those are your choices,” Ma’tic said before spinning and stalking from the room.
* * * *
Two weeks later, Jaime knelt in the garden, helping Drew to pick weeds from the growing crops. Never in his life had he tended anything… grown anything… yet here he was, on gardening duty. He looked up to the sun and soaked in the rays, a sigh of contentment washing over him.
The pace on the island was slow.
The nights were long and filled with promise.
He’d never been happier in his life.
“You sound pleased with yourself,” Drew said.
“I am.” A smile grew on his face.
“Glad you’re happy doing manual labor,” Drew spat.
“I don’t look at it that way,” Jaime said. “I’ve never grown or built anything in my life. Now, here we are, playing a part in building a whole new world—separate from the one we know.”
“You say that like it’s a good thing,” Drew said, scowling.
“It is,” Jaime said before turning to Drew. “I don’t want to go home. I know you do… but Carter and Ma’tic worry what you might share with the rest of the world.�
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“No worries. I want to put all of this behind me and never think about it again,” Drew said. “They have nothing to worry from me.”
“But I saw you with those two cavemen… fucking… I thought, maybe… you’d find your own happiness.”
“With a couple of cavemen? I think not, Jaime.”
A deep frown furrowed Drew’s brow, giving Jaime the sense there was more to it than his friend was letting on. “You’re ready to just walk away from this island and never think on it again?”
“I am,” Drew said, perhaps a little too harshly.
Before Jaime could press, Carter appeared, his baby in his arms. “Can I speak with you?”
Jaime nodded before rising and brushing the soil from his hands on his hips. Naked, save for a pair of briefs, he wandered after the equally nearly-naked Carter.
All cavemen appeared to be of like mind regarding their kept men. Na’ear and Tig’un preferred him fully naked at all times. He was actually beginning to grow accustomed to prowling the island in his birthday suit or close to it.
Once they were a few feet from the garden, Carter stopped and spun to face him. “Do you still wish to give me this island… to protect it?”
“I do,” Jaime answered.
“And what of Drew?”
“He’s the only pilot I’m aware of on the island. He’d have to come.”
“You can trust him?”
“I believe I can,” Jaime answered. “He says he wants to put this place far behind him and never think of it again.”
“If you’ll do what you say you will… I agree to let you two leave,” Carter said.
Joy swept through Jaime. “You won’t regret this decision.” But at the same time, another emotion crashed over him.
He truly didn’t want to leave.
“What’s this? I thought you were happy to get off this island?”
Jaime shook his head. “Not really. I don’t want to go at all.”
“You could always come back,” Carter said.
“Which would require Drew to come back here, something I doubt he’ll want to do. So I’d have to find another pilot… and put the island at further risk.”
