Sunday Spotlight - Jayson Jax and Seized by the Cavemen

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Seized by the Cavemen

Caveman Isle, 3

Copyright © 2017 by Jayson Jax



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.

Sunday Spotlight - Jayson Jax and Bred by the Cavemen

Welcome Jayson Jax back to Sunday Spotlight.  Jayson is sharing a bit from Bred by the Cavemen, the second Caveman Isle M-PREG novella.

Jaime Gallagher was nothing like the son his father wanted. The two had spent years at odds, but a chance desire to see his father’s pet project on the mysterious island Sir Ian Gallagher owned brought Jaime into the middle of chaos. Months before, the creatures Sir Ian had bred on the island had broken from their prisons and claimed the island for themselves.

Jaime is imprisoned, kept captive as the new leaders of the island decide his fate.  While awaiting their decision, he chooses to live out a fantasy—one where he would give himself to one of the cavemen on the island.

He hadn’t planned for one to become two. Na’ear and Tig’un seem to be a package deal, and Jaime won’t say no to double the loving.

When feelings emerge, and strings threaten to entangle his future, he’s rudderless in a sea of emotions. Will he escape Caveman Isle, or will he stay and face a future with two cavemen?

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Jaime Gallagher scanned the BDSM club from his seat in the VIP section. The throb of the base pulsed like a raw nerve within his bodies as he watched the scantily clad men and women rubbing themselves against one another. The search was on… looking for another in a long series of hookups in the search for Mr. Right.

Mr. Right? Maybe that’s a bit too far…

The something special he kept searching for wasn’t there. Above him, on the second and third levels of the club, was where the real action was. He rose from the packed booth, lifting his glass of high dollar champagne in one hand, knowing full well if his father was going to ream him for his charges, he better damned sure enjoy them. Jaime strode through the throngs of dancers, wedging himself between grinding bodies as he moved.

He was groped a few times.  Luckily for the gropers, he didn’t mind that shit.

Too bad none of them had that spark in their eye that made him think they could follow up that first grope with the kind he really liked. After climbing the stairs to the second floor, he perused the play. There were several scenes happening at once, out in the open. Voyeurism was fun, but could only get him so far.

All the rules and the limits and the core of BDSM were there for a reason, and he completely understood and respected them… they kept everyone safe. But there were times when he just wanted some big, muscled man to force him to his knees and take. For there not to be a long conversation about boundaries and limits.  No contracts. No safewords.

The few times he’d thought he’d found partners who’d comply with his desires, they’d still held back. He could sense their hesitance as they seemed to watch him intently for cues and often read them wrong.

He paused at a scene where a male sub was being flogged by his master. The leather-clad men were well-built and hot as hell, but it still only kept his interest for a few moments. He walked on, passing a Domme and her female, two subs with their Dom, and then a pup and his owner. None grabbed him.

The next scene was a bit more intriguing.  A bit of costume play. A caveman and submissive cavewoman. His eyes widened as he watched them fucking, his thoughts drifting to the island.

His father’s island.

He hadn’t physically been in the man’s presence in nearly two years. Sir Ian was a lot to handle. Distance helped make civility possible.

The last time he’d seen his father had been at his father’s home in the Caribbean. Jaime drew in a deep breath, remembering the ghastly things he’d seen there. Yet, some of it had been tempting… in a way it shouldn’t have.

“Never imagined you liking a scene like this,” a voice whispered in his ear.

Jaime turned to see Drew Colesworth, one of his university pals.  He chuckled at the raised eyebrow the man had.  “I was lost in thought.”

Drew smiled, a hint of something in his eyes. He turned to see the caveman pumping deep into the woman. “I’ll never quite understand the allure.” Drew tilted his head some.

“Never been inside a woman?”

“Almost,” Drew admitted.  “I just couldn’t do it. Of course, I told all my friends that I had just to get them off my back and totally ruined the poor girl’s reputation.”

“Prat,” Jaime said.

“I ended up asking her to be my girlfriend for a few months when I went on vacation with my parents. They agreed to let her go simply because they were glad to think I wasn’t gay.  She ended up getting a European holiday out of it and didn’t have to fuck me.  I think she ended up getting repaid for her troubles.”

“A month or two with your parents?” Jaime asked, shaking his head.  “I think you owe her for that hell, too.”

“As if your parents are much better.”

“Mum is okay.  When she’s not drunk,” Jaime said.  “She’s off with her new boytoy in Greece or Turkey or somewhere.”

“Sir Ian?”

“He’s off in the Caribbean, working on his secret project.”

Drew lifted his brows.  “Secret project.  Oh, do tell.”

Jaime grasped Drew’s elbow and led his friend away from the scene and into a dark corner near the back stairs. “He made me sign an NDA.”

“A non-disclosure? He’s your father.”

Jaime met Drew’s stare.  “He’s a businessman who just so happened to breed with my mother.”

Drew laughed. “I always think my parents are bad until I start hearing about yours.”

Jaime’s gaze shifted back to the two cavepeople, an idea forming. “Those flying lessons you took… ever finish?”

“I’m a certified helicopter pilot,” Drew said with a smile.

“Ever been to the Caribbean?” Jaime asked.

“You do realize we can’t fly a helicopter from here to there,” Drew asked, suspiciously.

“My father has a company jet I can try to secure for the transatlantic flight. He also has a home near Miami that has a small private airport.  I can ensure there’s a helicopter there for our use.”

“You want to go see your father?”

“No,” Jaime answered.  “I want you to see what he’s got on that island.”

Drew grinned, his white teeth flashing in the dark.  “Ready whenever you are.”

New Release - Taken by the Caveman by Jayson Jax

Hi y'all!  My friend Jayson Jax has a new release today.  I've worked with Jayson to develop this story and, if you really liked some of the earlier Kelex erotica, you might dig this.

Part of this story was released a year ago, but it was re-release with TEP -- deeply edited and the story MORE than doubled. I really like the slight shift in direction and the HFN ending!

Carter Burke has spent much of his life learning about the past—specifically, Paleolithic Man. When an amazing opportunity for research crosses his path, he can’t say no.

Once on Sir Ian Gallagher’s Caribbean island, he learns the opportunity isn’t quite what he expected. Sir Ian is a modern day Moreau, but instead of deadly genetic experiments on animals, Sir Ian has focused his attentions on the caveman.

Tossed into one of Sir Ian’s experimental habitats, Carter must defend himself against the lusts the lonely inhabitant has—only to find he must fight his own as well… when he’s taken by the caveman.

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Carter walked closer to the window, watching as thin lines of smoke drifted toward the sky from those caves. “What am I looking at?”

Sir Ian stood at his side. “You’re looking at three decades worth of science.”

Carter tilted his head to the side. “Culminating in wh...”

The question died on his lips as he saw a living, breathing example of what had to be an archaic human walking through the vegetation close to the windows.

The dark-skinned male was naked, dirty, and his hair was unkempt. And he was small—too small to be homo erectus. But the male’s brow ridge was heavy and his body tight and compact. Everything else told Carter this was a real live caveman.

He spun to face Sir Ian. “What in the hell is this place?”

“I’ve always been captivated by history. It has sent me on journeys into the unknown, but there was always one time period that fascinated me—the Paleolithic. I funded some swindler many, many years before who claimed to have a working model to support his theories on time travel, but that never panned out. Then I came across information about cloning. I decided that cloning would be my means to seek out the past—by creating my own cavemen to study.”

Carter felt as if his eyes were bugging out of his head. His heart beat too quickly in his chest, the thumping almost painful. “This specimen is too small to be homo erectus, yet he has all the other signs.”

“The early DNA samples we were able to get our hands on were incomplete,” Sir Ian said. “We had to fill in a few of the gaps with our own DNA. As a result, many are smaller than the average erectus. Some of our newer generations are larger thanks to better samples.”

“Newer generations?” Carter spluttered. “How many specimens do you have?”

Sir Ian smiled. “Of the homo erectus or all of our specimens?”

All of their specimens? “How many different species of man did you clone from?”

“This is the erectus exhibit. We have at least twenty specimens who call this home. There are a dozen Neanderthals in another sanctuary. And we even have thirty-five of your homo idaltu. Although there were forty, up until a few months ago.”

“What happened to the other five?” Carter asked as he stared, transfixed by the caveman before him. The specimen was stalking a small mammal it seemed, carrying a prehistoric stone spear in his grip. “Did he fashion this weapon or did you provide it for him?”

“As far as the tool—he, as well as the others, have made many of their own tools without our involvement. All we provide is the natural setting, the walls around it, the stream of clean water, and the wild game.”

“There are walls keeping them inside a boundary?”

“Indeed. I can’t have them escaping my island,” Sir Ian said.

It was a game preserve… a Jurassic Park for ancient humans. And he knew how those movies ended. Badly, with lots of torment and pain. Yet here he was, staring at a living, breathing caveman. How many questions he could have answered… and how many new ones would arise. This was an experience of a lifetime, one he had to hold on to.

“What of my other question? How did the five die?”

“What happened to the other five is what you’re here for,” Sir Ian said mysteriously.

Carter had to know what he was getting into. “Plague? Disease? Did they murder one another?”

“One of our specimens seems to be a bit… off.”

A frown crossed Carter’s face. He needed more than that. If he was putting himself in danger by accepting the position, he deserved to know. “And this specimen… he killed the others?”

Sir Ian frowned. “Not exactly… but he was a cause of their demise.”

“What is it you think I can do here?” Carter asked.

“Follow me,” Sir Ian said.

Carter stood rooted to the spot for a few moments, unsure if he should go. Ultimately, his curiosity won out and he followed Sir Ian through the doors they’d entered. They made a few turns and took another set of steps before coming to a small metal door. Sir Ian turned the metal wheel in the middle of the ship-like door before he opened it, a creaking sound echoing around them.

“Take a look inside,” Sir Ian said.

Carter took a couple of steps closer, but the interior was quite dark. “What am I looking at?”

“You have to get closer,” Sir Ian said.

Carter glanced at the man before taking a couple more steps. He peered through the door, yet still saw nothing. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to—”

A push between the shoulder blades had him falling through the door and down several meters. He slammed into the floor on his side, the pain radiating through his arm and hip.

Yet it wasn’t quite a floor.

It was dirty—damp—and he was quite sure there were things slithering in what felt like leaves. As quickly as he could, he jumped to his feet and looked up toward the door he’d fallen through. Sir Ian’s head poked out of the low light—the only light.

His rolled his shoulders, the sensation of a hand still there between his shoulder blades. Surely Sir Ian hadn’t pushed him in. It had to have been his imagination.