SeizedbytheCavemen

by JaysonJax

  Months ago, Drew Colesworth had only meant to play pilot and bring his best friend, Jaime, to an isolated island owned by Jaime’s father, Sir Ian Gallagher. It had sounded like fun, but quickly turned into a nightmare. Jaime’s father was dead, his terrible experiments exposed, and the island run by the subjects of those experiments. Sir Ian had been a modern day Moreau, funding the cloning of caveman DNA.

  They’d made many creatures, including handsome, muscled cavemen who looked more like modern humans than the others. The nightmare had soon turned into an erotic dream. Drew had succumbed to two cavemen and spent nights in the bed of Ash’tar and Mel’em, his body used and abused—to his delight.

  Drew and Jaime had been allowed to return home—Jaime to deal with the death of his rich, powerful father and Drew simply as Jaime’s way home. Never planning to return, he tries to put the island and the cavemen out of his mind, but soon finds he can’t. He longs for the feel of Ash’tar and Mel’em beside him once more, but knows it’s impossible.

  They are worlds apart… epochs apart.

  When Jaime must return to the island, he begs Drew to fly them back. Drew hesitates—only because he knows he might never leave the island again if he returns.

  Seized by the Cavemen

  Caveman Isle, 3

  by

  Jayson Jax

  MMM, GAY, MÉNAGE, ANAL SEX, DOUBLE ANAL PENETRATION, LIGHT BONDAGE, ROUGH SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS, MPREG, CAVEMEN,

  AND FANTASY/SCI-FI

  Twisted E Publishing, LLC

  www.twistedepublishing.com

  A TWISTED EROTICA PUBLISHING BOOK

  Seized by the Cavemen

  Caveman Isle, 3

  Copyright © 2017 by Jayson Jax

  Edited by Marie Medina

  First E-book Publication: October 2017

  Cover design by Cover by K Designs

  All cover art and logo copyright © 2017, Twisted Erotica Publishing, LLC.

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Epilogue

  Also by Jayson

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  The loud thump of the bass below vibrated through Drew Colesworth’s body. Seated in a dark corner of the same BDSM club in which he’d been confronted with the chance to fly to some distant island by his friend Jaime, he was now a changed man. He lifted his drink to his lips and took a sip, watching the patrons around him having the time of their lives. He wasn’t having the time of his life. The drink in his hand had no flavor. While those around him were enjoying each other, sharing their bodies, he was alone and lacked the desire to be touched.

  He’d come, hoping it would’ve dragged him out of his moroseness. A few weeks since returning from the island and all he could think about were the two men he’d left behind.

  Men? Cavemen, was more like it. Subjects of Jaime’s father’s sick, twisted experiments. The cavemen had claimed the island, killed Jaime’s father, and then captured both he and Jaime soon after. While in their ‘care’, some of the males had had their way with them both.

  Drew attempted to be angry about that. He’d had two, barely verbal cavemen take him night after night…

  That wasn’t what he was angry about, though.

  He was angry because he’d liked it much more than he should have.

  He was angry because all he could think about was returning to their bed and letting them have him every night for the rest of his life.

  Which, of course, was insanity.

  Promising to keep his knowledge of the island and its violent coup to himself if he was released, he had done just that for weeks. He and Jaime had arrived back in England, each in one piece. Since, he’d avoided Jaime—unwilling to relive those days on the island one more time and be reminded what he’d left behind.

  Move on. Get them out of your system. Find someone else to fuck them out of your system.

  A man slid into the seat beside him, causing his drink to crest over the edge of the rim, drip down his hand and onto his thigh. “Sod off!”

  “Sorry, mate,” the man said, his voice barely audible over the thump of the music on the lower level. The man turned to eye Drew.

  And it was obvious how he intended to apologize from that look.

  A hand brushed over Drew’s leg, fingers almost caressing his soft cock.

  “I didn’t mean to make a mess… I can clean that up for you,” the man whispered into his ear.

  Drew turned to really look at the man. Tall. Handsome. Finely built. The kind of lips that looked really good wrapped around a cock, although the pretty ones were usually not all that good at giving head in his experience. Smelled pretty good, too. Any other time before the island and Drew would’ve been hard and ready to fuck right there on the spot. Even a bad blow job was better than no blow job, right?

  “No, thank you,” Drew said, turning away.

  “What?” the guy asked. “Seriously?”

  “I’m not interested,” Drew cried above the sound of the music.

  From the look on the man’s face, he wasn’t used to being told no. “What’re you here for if you’re not looking to fuck?”

  “Good question,” Drew said before draining his glass. He laid it on the table before him before rising. “Night,” he said to the shocked looking man before heading down to the front door.

  Before he could make it out, he stopped at a scene playing out before the guests. A male submissive was bound to a bench—his wrists and ankles cuffed to the legs—all while two brawny Doms circled him. The pair used floggers to swat at his back, buttocks, and thighs, leaving them all pink and marked from the sensual torment.

  For the first time all night, his cock grew hard at the sight. But what he saw wasn’t three strangers. All he could see was him, tied to his bed, while his two cavemen drove him to the edge and past. They’d tormented his flesh and marked his soul.

  How they’d done it, he still wasn’t sure.

  By the time one of the Doms had his cock in the sub’s mouth, Drew felt a hand caressing his hard staff. Looking down, he spied a hand that wasn’t his own. His gaze trailed up the thick forearm to the face he’d just refused.

  “I knew you had it in you,” the man whispered in his ear.

  Drew swallowed. The hand felt good, but it was all mechanical at this stage. He was hot and bothered from memories of his lovers, not anyone there at that moment. Closing his eyes, he let the man continue the languid strokes. After a few seconds to steel himself, he opened his eyes. There on the bench, it was him.

  One cock belonged to his Ash’tar. The one ready to drive into his ass from behind was Mel’em.

  Heat coursed through his body. Drew watched, a voyeur to his own pleasure. The hand drove him higher, making the need burn through him.

  Ash’tar slid his finger through Drew’s hair, forcing more of his cock down. Mel’em penetrated him slowly. His fat cock stretched Drew’s body open, the sting from the impalement only making him want more. Slow and steady strokes soon turned to quick, rapid need. They pumped hard, using his mouth and ass for their own pleasure.

  He wa
s their vessel, containing their need and radiating with it.

  Drew gripped the wrist of the man stroking his cock. Now, it was under his clothes. Flesh to flesh. He hadn’t even noticed his pants being opened and a hand dipping in between the flap. But now, now he felt the heat from the man’s hand as the images continued to play out in his mind.

  Ash’tar’s cock spreading his lips wide as a hint of the flavor of the man’s salty seed washed down his throat. Mel’em’s hard cock claiming his ass over and over again with each fluid stroke.

  A roar raced from his lips, his head falling back. Seed shot from his cock and spread over the man’s hand.

  And he was left standing there, his knees shaking and guilt swallowing him whole.

  The man beside him lifted his cum-covered hand to his lips and licked at Drew’s seed. “Mmm… you taste as good as I imagined.”

  Drew took a step away, shocked by what he’d just done. He saw the smile fading from the man’s lips as he zipped up his pants and took another step back.

  “Where are you going?” the man cried out as he raced down the steps toward the door.

  The cold autumn night air hit him like a smack in the face. Back on the island, nights were warm and balmy, not like back here at home. A shiver raced through him as he began walking down the street toward home. Drew bundled his coat close, drawing his lapels tighter around his chin.

  A hand on his arm had him spinning around.

  “Where the fuck are you going?”

  The man from the club.

  “Sorry… I shouldn’t have done that.”

  The man tilted his head and stared intently at Drew. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

  Drew looked at the man. Really looked at him. He squinted a bit, trying to discern if the man looked familiar. He didn’t.

  “You’re a bloody wanker,” the man said. “We fucked. About six months ago. You said you’d call me. You didn’t.”

  Drew frowned and gazed at the man some. “Are you sure it was me?”

  “Drew Colesworth. Yes, I know who you are.” The man shook his head, backing off some. “I apparently made some impression.” He growled under his breath. “Right made an ass of myself here.”

  The man turned to leave.

  “I’m sorry,” Drew said, truly meaning it. “I really am.”

  The man turned to glare. “What’s my name?”

  Drew had no idea. The man still didn’t register in his memory, at all.

  “I am a terrible human being, and I am well aware of that fact. I don’t remember you… and you deserve to be remembered. I’m sorry I’ve hurt you.”

  The man stood there silently. “Ethan.”

  “I’m sorry I hurt you… Ethan.”

  The guy gave a slight smile. “Hurry up and get wherever you’re going. It’s cold as a witch’s teat out here.” He folded his arms and turned back toward the club.

  It wasn’t forgiveness, but then, Drew likely didn’t deserve that. At least it wasn’t open contempt, well, not any longer. That was an improvement, wasn’t it?

  Drew turned back toward home.

  Home? It had never truly felt like a home. It was his family’s flat.

  Which would be empty.

  His father was off on some trip to Asia, he believed. Not that his father shared all that much with him most weeks. His mother—hell, who knew where his bloody mother was. Likely off on some shopping trip to Paris or Monaco. His eldest brother was toiling over a desk somewhere, trying to win their father’s approval, something he’d never truly do. Of course, Arthur would do a better job of getting something close to approval than Drew would, always had.

  Drew was the worthless one, who excelled at nothing, created nothing, and was nothing.

  According to their father.

  For years, Drew had tried—and failed—so at a certain point, he’d given up. He’d partied like mad, fucked up a storm, and did everything in his power to forget the people who’d birthed him.

  They weren’t a family. They were a loose collection of trapped souls.

  Drew entered the austere home, with its carefully chosen pieces of antique and paintings that gave it the look of a museum. He tossed his keys on top of the Louis VI chest in the foyer, bypassed the medieval tapestry on the wall, and skipped up the hand-carved marble stairs.

  Before he made it to his bedroom sanctuary, his phone was buzzing in his pocket. After fishing it out, he glanced at the screen.

  Jaime.

  Once safe behind his bedroom door, he pressed the Accept Call button and lifted his phone to his ear. “Hello?”

  “You actually answered this time. I’m impressed. I know you said you wanted to put our trip behind you and never think of it again, but I didn’t know that meant me as well.”

  Drew dropped onto his bed and kicked off his loafers as he considered a lie to cover his avoidance. After a couple of seconds, he decided the truth was best. “I needed time to process the things I saw on that island.”

  “Understandable. I can relate.”

  “Are you feeling more yourself now?” Drew asked, knowing he wasn’t feeling himself. He feared he never would again.

  “No. I’m not.”

  Silence hung between them as all the feelings Drew had felt for weeks now roiled through him. His mouth moved, ready to blurt out his desire to return to the island.

  Back to them.

  “I have to go back to the island,” Jaime said before he could. “Can you take me?”

  Drew hesitated.

  “Drew… I think… I think I’m pregnant.”

  Drew froze. “You’re what?”

  “You saw Carter. You saw him pregnant… and after, with a child in his arms that he’d given birth to. It’s not as if it’s news.”

  Drew ran a hand over his own flat stomach. “I had sex with the cavemen, too. What if… what if I am, too?”

  “I think you’d know by now,” Jaime said. “I’ve been throwing up every morning. Like I’ve spent all night drinking and I haven’t had a drop.”

  Drew hadn’t felt ill, but then that wasn’t proof positive.

  “So, can you? Can you take me back? I need to go as soon as possible. The doctors there will know how to handle this.”

  If I go back… I don’t know that I’ll ever come home.

  He glanced around his darkened bedroom. Home. This isn’t home.

  “I’ll take you.”

  Chapter Two

  Carter caressed the fine, soft hair of his son’s head as the boy nursed from him. The boy was growing strong, just like his father, Ma’tic. Quiet moments like this, bonding with the child who’d grown within him—it was like nothing he’d ever experienced in his life. He now understood the bond mothers had with their child, something he never expected to learn.

  Something he’d never lose now that Ma’tic had given him such a gift.

  Ma’tic strode into the room, a frown on his face.

  Carter lifted the babe to his shoulder and began burping the child. “What’s wrong?”

  “The Cro-Magnons raided one of the sanctuaries and killed two of the animals. They are of our kind,” Ma’tic said, anger crossing his face. “We must protect them, not use them for food.”

  The island had many separate sanctuaries—spaces once filled with genetically created prehistoric men. Ma’tic was idaltu—the closest relative of modern humans. Well, he was half idaltu. Modern human DNA had filled the gaps in his chain, making him something of a mixed-breed.

  Ma’tic and some of the others of his tribe had staged a coup many months before. They’d freed the tribes who were more man than beast. Those who’d been more beast-like and in need of protection had been left in the sanctuaries to be cared for.

  “How they bypassed the security, I don’t know,” Ma’tic said.

  Carter smiled inwardly. It was amazing how much Ma’tic had grown in the past year or so they’d been together. Ma’tic had known a few grunted words in English when the now deceased o
wner of the island had unceremoniously dumped Carter into the sanctuary as a sexual offering to the caveman. Even then, Ma’tic had shown there was intelligence behind his bright eyes. Carter had spent some of his time teaching his lover English, as a way to communicate better.

  Ma’tic had absorbed his lessons like a sponge and taken to his education better than Carter could’ve expected. His caveman was now reading masterpieces of literary geniuses and speaking almost as eloquently.

  As were some of the others.

  All of the idaltu tribe appeared to have the same unique abilities Ma’tic had. They’d started their education after his, so they weren’t quite to his level yet, but they all seemed quite capable.

  If they were allowed to live out their lives here. Carter still worried that wouldn’t be.

  Back in England, there were two potential bombs, just waiting to explode and destroy their world. He pushed Jaime and Drew from his mind and prayed they kept their promises not to expose them.

  The island was private. No government ruled here but their own. They were free to live their lives here, and he only had to hope it could continue. Carter looked down at the babe now sleeping in his arms.

  “The Cro-Mags seem to pose a threat. Perhaps we need to consider containment.”

  Ma’tic sighed. “We fought to free us all. To put them back into a sanctuary and make them prisoners makes us no better than the men who made us and put us there in the first place. There has to be a way for us to communicate with them. To find a peace we can live with.”