Grarc gasped at the roil of sensations hitting him. He panted, feeling so overwhelmed until his cry of release rented the night. Bhok went down on his knees beside Zirc and together they took turns cleaning off Grarc’s dripping cock. Torvark removed his fingers slowly and Grarc’s legs lost all feeling but he didn’t fear. He knew he would be caught.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Fact 7: Prehistoric humans were more scavengers than hunters. Hunting meant making themselves vulnerable for the prey of larger animals.
Grarc woke to wet lips running up and down his cock. He groaned, keeping his eyes closed as he reached out to bury his fingers into the hair of the man who had woken him up to pleasure him. For several moons, he had been living comfortably with the four men and had nothing to complain about. It wasn’t just that they enjoyed sex and engaged in it often, there were other ways they had fun. They hunted together, swam in the river and on occasion competed with each other in silly games they came up with.
They laughed a lot and that mattered to him. He could be himself.
Last night they had slept without having sex since they had been exhausted from hunting the day before. The other men were thinking of catching animals mostly the wild boars and taming them for the purpose of breeding. Apparently, Frin’s tribe had formed a settlement and had domesticated boars, wild goats and jungle fowls. Now the other four men were of a mind to take up this practice but were struggling to find the best approach.
Grarc raised his hips, holding the back of Bhok’s head and thrust repeatedly. His eyes flew open and he stared down at Bhok who gobbled at his cock greedily. Grarc’s harsh breathing filled the hut, mingling with the sound of his cock hitting the back of Bhok’s throat. He hadn’t believed the other men that Bhok would have warmed to him, but he had. He was as protective of Grarc as he was of the other men, and Grarc felt a connection with him. He felt a connection with all of them, but Bhok felt special.
With that thought he groaned, flooding Bhok’s mouth with his release. When Bhok had sucked the very last drop from his cock, Grarc collapsed on the ground. Bhok climbed up his body and kissed him hard. Grarc wrapped his legs around the man and kissed him back, his arms roaming Bhok’s muscled back. He released his legs and reached down to grasp Bhok’s hard ass. Bhok was thick and heavy against his thigh and Grarc raised his legs eagerly, pushing a hand between their bodies to grasp Bhok’s cock and guide to his hole.
“Grarc, we need you!”
Grarc heard Zirc’s voice from afar off but the urgency in his tone was enough for him to pause. Above him, Bhok growled in frustration. He rocked back on his heels and twisted his head to look at Zirc.
“Can’t it wait till after?”
“No, both of you get dressed and meet us outside.”
Zirc trudged from the hut and Grarc sighed. He squeezed Bhok’s shoulder reassuringly. “Later, we can finish up.”
He grunted. “Easy for you to say. You already had your release.”
Grarc grinned at him and before Bhok could get off him leaned forward to kiss him. “Thank you. That was a good way to wake up to the sun coming up.”
Both men scrambled to their feet and fixed their tunic. Grarc walked from the hut with Bhok right behind him. He had barely cleared the opening to the hut when Dag ran towards him and threw his arms around Grarc.
“I found you!” he exclaimed. “I can’t believe I found you and you’re not dead.”
“Dag?” Grarc glanced at the other man, confused. He had been enjoying his time with these four men so much he had forgotten about Dag. He had only spoken of him once as he had sat around the hearth one night eating. He had told them how he started sleeping with other men.
Dag squeezed Grarc. “I’ve come to take you home.”
“This is home,” Grarc answered, dazed. He glanced at the four men who were staring daggers at Dag. Anger shone in Bhok’s eyes and his big hands were clenched.
“No, you don’t understand, everyone was so sad you were gone,” Dag explained. “We thought some animal drew you away and I blamed myself. I had to find you.”
“How did you find me?” Grarc asked, stepping away from Dag.
“I followed the tracks,” he answered.
Grarc didn’t know what to say. “I- I can’t return with you, Dag,” he told his ex-lover. “This is where I’ll stay.”
“Can we talk in private, please?” Dag requested. It was obvious he was uneasy about the other men.
Zirc frowned at us. “We will be by the river. Call out if you need us.”
Grarc nodded and watched his friends and lovers leave him alone with Dag. He still could not understand what Dag was doing here.
“Dag, you need to return to our tribe.”
“Not without you.” Dag grabbed him by his arm. “I made a mistake. I should not have broken things off with you. Grarc, I cannot survive the tribe without you. I need this.” He reached behind Grarc and cupped his ass.
Grarc shouldn’t have felt offended. After all, the four men he lived with wanted it too, except they didn’t treat him like that was all he could offer them. They gave him the opportunity to be a companion to them. He could never have that with Dag.
He pried Dag’s arms from his ass. “I’m sorry but you need to go. I need to go find my friends.”
“Friends?” Dag sneered at him. “You allow them to take you the way I do. Only I am supposed to do that to you.”
“You told me it was over.”
“And I said I made a mistake.”
“But it’s too late.”
Grarc turned to follow his friends who were at the river but was jerked to a stop when Dag grabbed his arm again. “If you do not leave with me I’ll lead our men here and slaughter them in their sleep.”
Grarc’s mouth fell open, and he trembled with anger. “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I would.” They could hear walking in the bush advancing toward them. “You tell them right now that you are leaving with me and I won’t bring anyone here.”
Grarc’s thoughts were spiraling in his mind as his friends returned from the river, having decided that they had given him enough moments of privacy. He could not have Dag leave and get the four men killed. They meant too much to him. He could reveal Dag’s plans here, but just seeing the anger in Bhok, he knew they would kill Dag, no questions asked. How could he live with Dag’s death on his conscience? He already was tormented that his father’s death had been his fault. If he had not been chasing after the bird he would not have been so far out of the parameters of their camp.
“Are you done?” Zirc snapped. “Now you can go back where you came from.”
“Yes, and Grarc is coming with me,” Dag answered.
All four pairs of eyes swung to Grarc. “Is that true?” Frin demanded. “You’re leaving us for him?”
“I have to go,” Grarc replied, dazed at how his happiness had been interrupted. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” Bhok exploded, stepping forward to confront him. “You are just going to leave us like that?” He spun around to face Zirc. “What did I tell you? I told you he would betray us.”
“Leave,” Zirc snapped. “And be quick about it before we change our minds.”
The threat in Zirc’s words was clear.
“Zirc, I’m sorry,” he tried to apologize, wanting to explain further but couldn’t.
“No, you heard him,” Torvark said softly, his tone menacing. “Leave, now. If you are still within our sights, we will kill you.”
Grarc nodded his understanding. He turned to address Bhok but the deadly glare from the other man had him shut his mouth. He implored Bhok to understand with his eyes.
With a sigh he set off with Dag, hating the man beside him for hurting his lovers.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Fact 8: The earliest date for the Stone Age is dated 2.5 million years ago in Africa. The earliest end date is 3300 BCE which began the Bronze Age in the Near East.
By the time night fell Grarc had a
lready acknowledged that he’d made a grave error in judgment by leaving with Dag. He should never have left his lovers hurting like that. He should have explained and whatever happened to Dag would have been his fault. Once on their journey, Dag had left all pretenses behind that he had come after him because he had feelings of tenderness for him. No, Dag only wanted to use him as he had demonstrated earlier when he’d thrown Grarc to the forest floor and forced himself on Grarc. He’d even struck Grarc, threatening that if he left like that again he would kill him.
A frightened Grarc who had never seen Dag like that before had not fought back. He was biding his time to leave and return to his lovers, if they would have him after what Dag had done.
He lay on his side by the campfire and hoped that Dag would be satisfied from earlier and wouldn’t bother him again. He pretended to be asleep until he heard Dag snoring. He waited a while, ensuring the man was really asleep before he rolled onto his belly and pushed to his feet. He carefully picked his way through the trees to put as much distance between himself and Dag as possible.
“Grarc!”
At the shout piercing the night, Grarc picked up his pace and ran. Dag had woken up and found him gone. With only the moonlight to guide him, he moved as quickly as possible, trying to retrace his steps. He only hoped he did not encounter anything unpleasant and deadly along the way. He could hear the footsteps and rustle behind him.
He glanced back to gauge how far ahead he was and caught his foot in a vine. He went sprawling to the ground, skinning his knees and jerking every bone in his body. With a groan, he crawled to his feet but felt the ache in his shin. He had sprained his ankle and could no longer run. Each time he placed pressure on his foot, the pain that ran up his leg forced him to stop.
Dag burst through the trees and came to a halt when he saw Grarc leaning against a tree, blowing hard.
“You are going to be sorry,” he threatened, and bent to pick up a big rock while he advanced upon Grarc. “Now you have only yourself to blame that you’ll be dead and so will your friends.”
Grarc froze, not at the sight of Dag advancing on him but the dire wolf which was behind him. They must have alerted the animal to their location by their pursuit through the bushes. The animal snapped its canines which caused Dag to spin around. No sooner had he turned than the animal pounced. Dag shouted in fright and threw the rock at the wolf. The rock glanced the animal on its shoulder but did not deter him. Before Dag could run, the animal’s front paws were in his chest and his deadly canines snapped into Dag’s head.
Dag’s screams prompted Grarc to act. He had no doubt the animal would start on him once it was through with Dag. There was no way he could outrun the dire wolf with his busted ankle. Dag continued to scream as the animal crushed his skull. Spinning around Grarc saw only one way of escape— the tree he was leaning against. He ignored the pain in his ankle and jumped. It took the second attempt for him to catch the limb. Using all the force he could muster, he pulled himself up on the limb. Not trusting that it wasn’t too low for the wolf to pursue him, he climbed higher.
He shouldn’t have looked back but couldn’t help it. The gnarled body of Dag lay on the ground with gashes and his head partially ripped from his body. Bile rose in Grarc’s throat and he threw up. If only he hadn’t. The wolf turned his attention to him. It circled the tree as though calculating how to get to its second prey. The animal charged the tree and pounced hitting the tree trunk while Grarc clung to the nearest branch to avoid falling off.
For a while, the animal contemplated the tree and circled until it finally gave up. The dire wolf sunk its teeth into Dag’s body and dragged him off back through the trees. Even after the animal left Grarc’s heart pounded in his chest. He could not have moved even if he had a mind to. He figured the dire wolf would need some time to finish digesting Dag but for the life of him, he could not get himself down the tree.
He would stay here, wide-awake until morning, and then he would return to his lovers and hopefully they would still want him. He couldn’t channel any compassion for Dag who would have killed him had the dire wolf not appeared. In some ways, he realized he owed the animal. He didn’t feel grateful enough to offer himself to the wolf though.
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Grarc never meant to fall asleep but sleep he did, clinging to the trunk of the tree. He was jerked from his sleep by rustling. He instantly became alert recalling the horrific events of last night. He glanced around him trying to figure out what was making the sound. Had the wolf returned? His heart filled with joy when he saw beneath him; his four men stood over the bloody spot where Dag had been ripped to shreds.
He was about to call to them when their conversation drifted up to him.
“We are too late,” Bhok said, dropping to his knees. “I should have never let him go. I should have held him against his wishes. He would be alive.”
Zirc placed a hand on Bhok’s shoulder. “We should have never let him go.”
Grarc couldn’t stand to see them in so much anguish. “I’m not dead,” he said, his voice gritty with emotions and lack of use.
The men spun and glanced around, trying to find him.
“Grarc?” Bhok asked hesitantly.
“Up here.”
Four pairs of eyes raised to the tree and reflected happiness and relief. Grarc’s heart thudded in his chest but not from fright like last night. He was giddy with joy that they seemed to want him still.
“What are you doing up there, little one?” Zirc asked. “Come down.”
Bhok moved toward the tree and held his arms outstretched. “Jump. I will catch you.”
Grarc didn’t hesitate. He shuffled from his perch and jumped. Bhok plucked him out of thin air and held him against him, squeezing him.
“You do not leave us ever again,” he said. “We will hold you captive and tie you up if we have to, but you cannot leave us.”
Grarc smiled at him and flung his arms around Bhok. “I will not leave you.”
He smiled at everyone. “I will not leave any of you. I only left because Dag threatened to have the men from our tribe find you and kill you. I could not let anything happen to you.”
“That’s why you left?” Frin asked. “I thought it was strange. You always seemed so happy with us.”
“I am happy with you,” Grarc assured them. “I was escaping to you last night when we ran into the dire dolf. The wolf killed him.”
“Good riddance,” Bhok remarked on a snort. “I would only have to kill him anyway.”
He clutched Grarc’s head and kissed him hard before releasing him. Grarc ended up kissing all four men before they released him.
“We should go home,” he told them. “Before the wolf returns.”
“We would protect you, little one,” Zirc remarked.
Grarc smiled, believing them. He had found home and he never wanted to leave them.
The End
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