by JaysonJax
Ash’tar smiled ever so slightly as Mel’em lay on his back beside Drew. Ash’tar lifted Drew off the bed slightly, and Mel’em scooted underneath. He was lowered back on top of Mel’em seconds before he felt the caveman slide up into him.
A moan came from his lips. Filled again, he sighed at the sensual feeling.
And then he felt another behind him. Ash’tar was trying to fuck him, too. They’d tried when he’d been here last, and he’d refused them.
Stiffening, he was still unsure.
Before he could stop Ash’tar, he felt the head slide into him, stretching him impossibly wide. A cry of pain crossed his lips as Ash’tar entered him a few more inches. His body tensed, the pain too much.
But he felt a tiny glimmer of pleasure, enough to force the denial away from his lips.
Once Ash’tar was deeply embedded inside him, his whole body shook from the enormity of what they were doing to him. Overwhelmed, he struggled for air into his lungs. With each breath, the pain faded and the pleasure bloomed. The moment his body had grown accustomed to the stretch of both cocks inside his ass, he sighed with pleasure and leaned back against the impalement.
His ass rubbed against the coarse hair at the base of Ash’tar’s cock. It tickled the sensitive skin. Drew felt like a single, raw nerve, throbbing in painful pleasure. Between him and Mel’em, he could feel his cock growing hard again.
The second they began to move inside him, he lost the ability to breathe.
Pain stung again, only to quickly morph into a sensation he couldn’t put into words, even if he had every word imaginable at his disposal. It wasn’t quite pleasure—not at first—but something in between, riding the razor’s edge. He felt both at once, all of it and none of it. After a few more fluid strokes, it changed. The pleasure won out and drove him back to the edge once more.
The cavemen moved with fluid grace, as if they’d practiced their moves a million times before. They played his body, using it, filling it—tearing him apart and remaking him over again. His second orgasm came out of nowhere. No hands touched his cock. His were bound and his cavemen were holding on to his hips and shoulders with fierce grips—lost to their own pleasures.
Drew screamed as the first shot of cum rocketed from him. His seed spread over Mel’em’s abdomen and his own. Soon after, the pair quickened their pace. It only took a few more thrusts before he felt Mel’em stiffen under him. With a roar, the caveman came, blasting heat inside Drew’s ass.
A few seconds later, Ash’tar followed, giving Drew a second load of cum.
They remained bound by body as they came down from their high. The only sounds in the room were the sounds of their labored breathing and the faint sounds from outside.
Drew stared at Mel’em’s chest—he wasn’t capable of meeting the cavemen’s stares. If they looked at him, there was a chance they’d see just how raw he felt in that moment. They’d done things to his body no others had. He felt more alive after being in their hands than he’d ever felt. He was exhausted and shattered—yet all he could think about was more.
He would never get enough of these two.
After a few minutes, he felt Mel’em removing the ropes from his wrists. Ash’tar finally withdrew, pulling his semi-hard cock from Drew’s ass. When his hands were freed, Mel’em pulled out as well, leaving him completely empty.
His body yearned for them to come back inside him—to fill the empty void he had within.
No amount of sex will fill that. Sure, they’re a good fuck, but you’re mad if you think this is anything more than that.
Before he could think of a way to put distance between him and these two men, he felt someone cleaning him. Ash’tar had a wet piece of cloth and was wiping his abdomen and cock before rounding to his ass. After he was done with the cloth, he began to run something over Drew’s ass cheeks.
“What are you doing?”
“Help,” Ash’tar murmured.
“You don’t have to do that,” Drew said, trying to pull away.
Ash’tar was too strong. He forced Drew back down and continued to rub some kind of salve onto his ass. Drew remained still, avoiding their stares… waiting for the moment he could get away.
But he had to admit—whatever the caveman was rubbing into his flesh—it was feeling better already.
When Ash’tar was done, he lifted his stare to Drew. From the corner of his eye, he watched them both, trying to put distance between them. He needed a breather after what he’d just experienced.
“Jaime’s expecting me for dinner. I really should be going back.”
Mel’em captured his chin and turned his face. “Drew…ours. No go.”
The caveman held his stare.
There would be no arguing.
Mel’em’s hold softened some. He slid his hand over to cup Drew’s cheek. “Drew home.”
Drew’s lips parted slightly…
What the hell have I gotten myself into?
“Hungry?” Ash’tar asked Drew. The deeply accented words sounded more like hoon-gry. When he’d first met the two cavemen, it had irritated him beyond measure that they’d been so uncommunicative. Now, he rather liked the way they spoke.
Shaking his head, he frowned. Like it? Fuck… I need to get over this shit.
There was little choice for him now. He’d just told them he was theirs, in a stupid, stupid move. He needed to find the right moment and break away. That wasn’t now, when his body was boneless after the fucking of his life.
“Starved,” he said with a sigh. He’d stay for now, but there had to be a way out of the mess he’d just made.
Chapter Six
The following morning, Drew awoke in the middle of the bed. Sunshine streamed into the mouth of the cave, illuminating the interior. He sat up in the bed and saw the pair of cavemen working diligently. Drew went to jump out of bed, but his body was too sore to jump. After their dinner the night before, both cavemen had used his body again.
Not that he’d complained as it happened.
He’d mentally kicked himself in the ass for giving in—again.
“Got any coffee around here?” he asked as he padded across the cave, naked and barefoot.
“Cof-fee?” Ash’tar asked, frowning.
“An American boyfriend got me addicted a few years ago. It’s quite un-British of me. Hot water rushed over ground dark, rich, delicious, life-giving beans. A little sugar and cream added, and it’s an orgasm in a cup.”
“Boy-friend?” Ash’tar asked.
“Never mind that one,” Drew murmured and ignored the glower from the caveman.
“Or-gasm?” Mel’em asked.
“Oh, that one you both bloody well know,” Drew said. He made a come face and moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. When he opened his eyes again, he smiled. “Orgasm.”
“Drew… orgasm… many,” Mel’em said with a grin.
“And you didn’t?”
Mel’em smiled even more before going back to his work. Drew looked over their shoulders and saw they were cutting into fruit—a pineapple and a few mangoes.
“Oh, I love mango,” Drew said before reaching between them to snatch a piece.
Ash’tar knocked his hand away before he could swipe one.
“Oh, come on. You wore me out last night. You could offer me breakfast this morning—especially since you have no coffee.”
Ash’tar turned to face him, a piece of mango in his fingers. He lifted his hand, and Drew tried to take it, but again, his hand was brushed aside. Ash’tar lifted the piece of mango to Drew’s lips.
“Eat.”
Drew eyed Ash’tar warily. Both males had gone out of their way the night before to feed him from their own hands instead of letting him have his own food. It was archaic.
But then—they were cavemen.
He raised one brow and opened his mouth. Instead of placing the piece of mango on his tongue, Ash’tar rimmed his lips with it. The sweet juice coated his mouth. Before the caveman finally gave
Drew a bite, he leaned in and licked the juice away.
The licks became a kiss.
The kiss became flammable.
When Ash’tar finally pulled away, Drew felt woozy. He leaned in and placed a hand on Ash’tar’s bulging bicep. The second he opened his mouth to say something, the fruit was placed on his tongue.
He chewed instead of speaking. “Sweet. Tastes good.”
“Drew sweet. Tastes good,” Ash’tar murmured before leaning in for another quick kiss.
Drew released a shaky breath when it was over, struggling to remain standing. How they could push him over the edge so easily, he didn’t know. When he lifted his stare, he saw them both watching him closely. It was apparent they saw his need. It was reflected back to him two-fold.
“Don’t get any ideas. I’m sore.”
“Sore?” Ash’tar asked.
“Hurt.”
Mel’em put down his knife and turned to face Drew. “Hurt? Drew hurt?”
There was true worry in Mel’em’s stare. Drew searched for a way to make them understand sore versus true pain. He lifted a fist and punched Mel’em in the arm as hard as he could—which wasn’t all that hard. He wasn’t a fighter.
“No,” the caveman said when he tried to punch again.
“Yes,” Drew said, bypassing Mel’em’s hand. He landed another punch in the same spot a second later.
“No!” Mel’em said, capturing Drew’s wrist.
“Sore,” Drew said, pointing to the spot with his other hand.
Mel’em frowned, but released Drew’s hand. Drew reached out carefully and pressed the spot. Mel’em winced slightly.
“Sore,” Drew said. He pointed to his rear. “Sore.”
“Ahh,” Mel’em said, nodding. He looked to Ash’tar and spoke a few words in their language. After, Ash’tar’s frown faded away and understanding appeared to cross his face before Mel’em added, “Sore. Drew rest.”
“Exactly. No more fucking… for a bit.” I was supposed to put an end to this. What’s this for a bit shit?
Mel’em handed Drew a carved wooden plate with fruit and a strip of jerky, and a hollowed gourd filled with water. After crossing to the small, scarred wooden table, he gingerly sat and began to eat.
“All I need is a coffee machine in here and I’d be happy as a clam.”
He paused, his hand right at his lips—as he realized that statement was completely true.
“There you are.”
Drew turned to the sound of a man’s voice. Ma’tic stood in the cave’s entrance, anger in his eyes. After a quick cover of his naked bits, he turned back to face the man.
“Do you have any idea how worried Jaime was?” Ma’tic continued. He lifted his stare to Ash’tar and Mel’em and spoke in their tongue. Even without the words, he could tell his cavemen were being yelled at.
Ma’tic turned to Drew. “Next time you want to run off with cavemen, tell someone.”
“It just… happened.” He was on the brink of telling Ma’tic that Ash’tar and Mel’em had seized him on the beach and run off with him—but for some reason, he wasn’t feeling like tossing anyone under the bus.
Least of all, his cavemen.
“I’ll do better next time.”
Ma’tic seemed appeased by that. “Good.” He turned to the others and spoke in their language. Drew sat listening, fascinated by their words. Most were deep and guttural, but there were others that seemed fluid and soft.
He’d been so angry that they’d not known his language well enough—and he didn’t know a single word of theirs. For some reason, that bothered him. Greatly.
Ma’tic left the cave. Perhaps he could help teach Drew a word or two in their language. He didn’t want to ask Ash’tar and Mel’em.
Why? You’re not planning on sticking around.
* * * *
After another day spent in their bed, the real world called. Once they’d eaten their breakfast, he noticed there wasn’t much left of their fruit, jerky, and other supplies. “Must we go forage in the jungle for staples?” he asked jokingly.
He felt like a modern day Jane to their Tarzans.
Both men met his stare with frowns, apparently confused by his words. Again, he felt the lack of communication driving him batty, but in time, they could overcome it. He lifted the large gourd that held the last mango. After taking it out and showing them the gourd, he turned to them. “Empty.” He lifted the mango. “No more. Need more.”
Ash’tar whispered something to Mel’em, and the caveman whispered a response back. It made Drew feel like the stupid one, unable to communicate with them.
“We go,” Ash’tar said to him. “Big house… we get food.”
“Coffee,” Drew said before closing his eyes and moaning. He reopened them and saw two heated looks coming his way. “I know they’ve got coffee up there. I want to go, too.”
Mel’em nodded. “Eat now. Then we go.”
Drew took a few bites of fruit. At least they’ve stopped with the hand feeding. Though a little part of him missed their desire to finger feed him. There was something blatantly erotic about it, especially as it often led to kisses and more.
As he sat there, finishing his meager breakfast, he realized he had an opportunity ahead of him. Going back to the mansion—he could remain there and refuse to return to the cave with them. He’d been forced to go with them, pressured to admit he’d stay…
Drew had every right to not return if he didn’t want to.
He could remain in the mansion… or fly the helicopter back to the mainland and grab a flight home.
Home.
The thought of returning to the UK didn’t sound all that appealing. There was no one waiting on his return, not even his own family. But in time—a long, long time—they might notice his prolonged absence. He couldn’t just disappear and never return.
Could he?
His elder brother was the star. He was the afterthought. Drew wondered just how long it would take them to discover he was gone.
Drew lifted his stare. These two would know the second he was gone.
They would worry if he disappeared.
Here, he was wanted.
Drew took a deep breath and cleared his mind. It was insane to consider staying with the cavemen. They could barely communicate.
Yet I know exactly what they think… what they feel. Every expression on their faces… every caress of their hands… I know what they want.
They want me.
Drew stared down at the last few pieces of fruit on his plate. His appetite lost, he couldn’t eat anything more. Not with the knots forming in his stomach. I have to go back home. I can’t live in this fantasy world just because I’m lonely and searching for something to fill the empty void.
“Go?” Ash’tar asked, his voice low.
Drew lifted his stare to the caveman’s and held the man’s gaze. There was a soft smile on Ash’tar’s lips. Drew returned the smile and nodded. “Yes, please. Let’s go.”
He picked up the tiny piece of leftover briefs, wondering if he could cover himself somehow. After several attempts met with failure, he realized he had no alternative. He’d have to trail behind them naked in a pair of sandals.
Lovely.
Mel’em carried Drew on his back as they made the trip down the cliff—and Drew held on for dear life. The cliff’s face was a sheer drop, and he couldn’t believe the nearly non-existent hand holds Mel’em used to safely get them to the bottom. Holding to Mel’em’s neck with his legs wrapped around the caveman’s waist, Drew had a bird’s eye view of just how treacherous the climb and descent were.
I couldn’t live like this, dependent on them to get up and down from this hole in the stone.
If he hadn’t been so terrified, he’d likely have gotten hard, his naked body draped against all that muscle. Once they reached bottom and the fear was gone, the need quickly rushed in to remind him he was wrapped around his lover’s nearly naked body.
Reluctantly, he low
ered to the ground before following the pair through the jungle. The sound of rushing water grew louder again, but he couldn’t see any.
Curious, he took a detour and followed the sound.
He didn’t walk far before the cavemen were right behind him, Mel’em’s hand to stop him on his arm.
Drew pointed to the sound he’d been hearing. “Water?”
Both nodded before leading him through a bit more jungle—until it cleared to a huge opening. A large pool of water spread out below a towering waterfall. “It’s beautiful.”
Drew walked closer. Kneeling, he reached down to scoop up some of the crystal clear water. He brought his hand to his lips and took a drink. “Ahh… this is where you get our water.”
He glanced out at the pool, a sudden thought hitting him.
Drew was already naked. Perfect time for a little skinny dip. After kicking off his sandals, he waded into the cool water. The heat of the day was already growing, and the water felt sublime. He turned to them and smiled. “Come in,” he called, urging them closer with his hand.
Both males looked at one another before they began to pull off their gear, weapons, and loin cloths. He watched them, his attention rapt. Drew had seen them naked a few dozen times now, yet seeing them remove that little swatch of leather was still exhilarating. Once they were naked—and already growing hard—they waded into the water and closed in on him.
They spent an hour or so swimming and playing—and flirting. The flirting grew as the time passed, their hands caressing him more and more as the minutes passed. Finally, the need seemed to grow unbearable. He kissed Mel’em, hungry to feel their bodies against his.
Their bodies inside his.
Fill the void within.
The kiss grew fiery. When he finally pulled back for air, he was soon claimed by Ash’tar. The cavemen touched him everywhere their hands could reach, preparing his body for their use. Drew felt Mel’em press the head of his cock and slowly enter. His body cheered at the connection—he craved being bound to his cavemen.