The Gladiator's Prize (7 page)

Logan came to a stand
still and gave Matt a smile. A moment later and he mouthed the
words:
ready to be
fucked
?

Matt flicked his own whip
and nodded.
I’m ready, you
bastard
. And then he made his first move.
He shrugged off his robes.

Chapter Nine

Logan couldn’t believe what he was
seeing. The human had purposefully de-robed? What the hell was he
doing? What was his plan? Logan eyed the male he so badly wanted to
master and felt a combination of admiration and longing shoot
through him. He had spent the better part of the night imagining
exactly how Matt was going to look naked but the reality was so far
from what Logan’s tortured mind had been able to conjure up. He was
all corded muscles, his skin dusted by the lightest of golden
curls. The sun was shining off every single one and the reflection
made Matt look like some kind of golden warrior.

The crowd loved it.

The moment they caught sight of his
erect cock springing free from a base of golden curls they shrieked
and screamed for him, begged Logan to fuck him as quickly as
possible. Usually the crowd liked him to draw it out. To tease and
stalk. Not today. They wanted their satisfaction and they wanted it
now. Logan was good with that. He was so hard he couldn’t bear the
thought of waiting a moment longer to sink inside of the
human.

He lifted his whip and readied himself
to strike out. He didn’t want to hit Matt, was almost horrified at
the prospect of marking his luscious skin. Instead, he planned to
herd him towards the centre post. It rose up in the middle of the
arena and Logan had used it more than once to bind his competitors
into place.

Logan did not get the
chance to make his move. Before he knew what was happening Matt’s
whip was striking towards
him
. Logan let out a growl and
dodged out of the way. He was only just fast enough, the whip
practically sang as it sliced through the air less than an inch
from his face.

The crowd screamed and roared. Logan
couldn’t help but grin. So Matt wanted to play it like that, did
he? Gods, the human excited him!

Another flick of the whip and this
time it caught Logan on the shoulder. A sharp pain hit, but Logan
ignored it and reached out to the snag the whip before Matt could
pull it back. He tugged it hard and Matt stumbled.

Logan held on to the whip as he
stalked across the arena. The human’s eyes widened as he saw him
coming and he attempted to pull his weapon back. Logan did not
allow it. He sped up and tackled Matt to the ground. The human fell
straight on to his ass and let out a cry. He struggled and squirmed
and kicked out, but Logan simply swatted his fists and legs aside.
The human was strong, true, but Logan was stronger.

He grabbed the other man’s arms with
one hand and pulled his wrists above his head. It stretched Matt’s
body out in a delicious manner and Logan couldn’t help but dip his
head and take the human’s nipple between his teeth.

Matt let out a roar and bucked his
body, but Logan held him tight. Then, reaching across the floor, he
picked up his whip. The crowd was screaming now, but they were
almost like a dull background noise, and that was odd. In every
other fight Logan had always been conscious of the crowd. It was
their screams and shrieks that he played to. He gauged their
reactions, watched as they pleasured one another, pleasured himself
for them. But this? With the human? Logan was interested in nothing
else but him. He was focused completely on subduing him, then
burying his cock as deeply as it was possible to go in the human’s
smooth little ass.

Fuck
. He wanted it so bad. Never had Logan been more
aroused.

He reached up with his
free hand and wound the whip around Matt’s wrists. He tied them
nice and tight together, and then twirled the remaining cord
around
his
wrist.
He stood up, gave the crowd a smirk, then dragged Matt across the
duty floor until they met the centre point.

Matt was cursing him, thrashing his
body, but Logan ignored it. He took the end of the cord and wrapped
it around the centre post. The human was bound tight now and Logan
settled back on his haunches, taking the scene in.

“
You bastard!” Matt roared
and bucked, thrashing his arms and legs in a desperate attempt to
get free.

“
You will not be free
until I allow it,” Logan said.

“
I fucking hate you!” Matt
spat.

Logan couldn’t help but laugh. The
human was everything and more than he had hoped for. “You will hate
me more soon,” he said. “Right up until the moment I sink into your
ass.” He paused and gave Matt a smirk. “You will love it then.
You’ll beg me to do it again and again.”

“
Over my dead body,” Matt
growled.

Logan laughed again. “And yet you’re
hard. Look at you. Your prick is already weeping from the
slit.”

Matt looked down and let
out a curse. There
was
no denying that he was aroused. His cock head was reddened
and swollen, the pre-cum leaking from it.

“
I claim you as the spoils
of this battle,” Logan said loudly. “Do you object?”

“
I object!” Matt roared.
“I object!”

Logan grinned. “I was hoping you would
say that.”

He pulled on Matt’s legs until the
human was flat on his back. Matt tried to lift them and kick out,
but Logan laid a hand on the inside of each thigh and pushed them
down until he was nice and wide. His cock was right in front of
Logan’s face, and he breathed in deeply, taking in the scent. The
human’s arousal was obvious, a heavy musk filling Logan’s
nose.

“
Golden curls,” Logan
breathed. “Just as I knew there would be.”

Matt squirmed and tried to shift away
but Logan held him tight. He knew exactly what he wanted to do, had
thought about it over and over and now, at last, was his
opportunity. He leaned forward until Matt’s cock was mere inches
from his mouth then paused.

The crowd gasped in shock
as they realized what Logan planned, exactly as he knew they would.
In every battle they had seen him fight Logan had never, never,
sucked another male’s cock. It was his trademark almost. He mouth
fucked them, ass fucked them, but he was never penetrated.
Never
.

Logan did not give a shit what they
thought; if anything he loved the fact that they were shocked,
their gasps and shrieks echoing through the arena. The human’s
erect cock was simply too much temptation. He longed to take it
into his mouth, to flick a tongue over the wet slit and taste the
human’s cum. And why the hell shouldn’t he? He wanted it so
bad.

Hands tight on Matt’s thighs, Logan
leaned forward and captured his cock head. The moment it hit his
tongue he groaned in pleasure and felt his own cock thicken to the
point where it strained the vee of his pants.

He suckled Matt’s in
slowly, wanting to enjoy every single moment, every single
sensation. It felt fantastic. Like he was doing exactly what he
should be doing.
Pleasuring his
male…

“
Ah, Gods, no!”

The groan came from Matt and Logan
looked up until he was eye to eye with him.

“
Please,” Matt begged his
eyes filled with a combination of panic and desire.
“Don’t!”

Logan took more cock, running his
tongue across the base of the shaft, shuddering from the feel of
it. He took inch after inch until his throat opened, and then he
took inches more. Grinding his hips, Logan suckled Matt’s cock; he
licked it, and he swallowed every single drop of pre-cum Matt
released.

Despite the human’s protests, there
was plenty.

Matt groaned and squirmed, begged
Logan to stop again and again. Logan did not. He throat fucked Matt
until the human was bucking his hips upwards, until his thighs
relaxed to the point where Logan no longer had to hold them
down.

Hands free now, Logan pushed one under
each of Matt’s ass cheeks and lifted the human so that he was
several inches off the floor. From there Logan was able to thrust
Matt in and out of his mouth. Gods! He loved how it felt. Loved the
feel of Matt’s dick swelling in his mouth. Why had he never done
this before, Logan wondered.

Because none of them were
him…

At that thought, and with Matt’s
breaths coming in a series of rapid pants, Logan pulled back. The
human’s cock slipped from his mouth and the crowd screamed. Logan
took a moment to look around and was unsurprised to see they were
already fucking one another. Cocks plunged into asses and pussies,
females fell to their knees before other females and one man was
being double fucked by two other males.

Logan grinned his approval but in
truth he didn’t need the crowd to excite him. Matt was more than
enough, and Logan was so ready. He ran his hands down the human’s
legs, marveling at the dusting of golden curls, and then slowly, he
undid his pants.

Chapter Ten

Matt had never been so
turned on.
Never.

He’d had his cock sucked
before, many times in fact when he was younger, but Logan, Gods,
Logan was a pro. He lavished attention on Matt’s dick, suckling and
licking it in the
exact
right way. Matt wanted to come, no, he needed to
come. His balls were aching, his length desperate to be rubbed, but
Logan did not allow it. He took Matt to the edge time and time
again but would not allow him to cross the precipice.

When Logan pulled away from him Matt
couldn’t help but groan in protest. His cock head was tingling from
the wet heat of Logan’s tongue and as the alien undid his pants
Matt was practically begging for him to do so.

All the plans he had
constructed to best Logan, all the ideas to get free, they were
lost, licked away by Logan’s tongue, caught and thrown by the cloud
of desire that had settled on Matt the moment Logan had tackled him
to the floor. Right now he was simply too aroused to think past the
orgasm that was going to come. And though it pained Matt to admit
it, Logan had been right. He
wanted
to be fucked by him. Wanted to be claimed.
Whatever was going to happen after had to be ignored for
now.

There was no other choice.

Logan released his length from his
pants and Matt gasped as he watched several pearls of pre-cum drip
from the slit. He knew what was coming. Knew what was about to
happen…hadn’t he seen it just a few days ago? He remembered
thinking then, wondering even, why the other alien had allowed
himself to be subdued so easily.

The answer was obvious now.

Logan was just so male. Everything
about him screamed sex and upcoming submission. Poised above Matt
he masturbated his cock and Matt watched, dry mouthed, as it
thickened even further. He was as impressive up close as he had
been from a distance. At least eleven inches of hard, throbbing
dick, the alien took himself in hand and slowly pumped himself
until more pre-cum leaked from his slit. As he did so he licked his
lips and locked eyes with Matt.

“
I claim you as spoils of
this battle,” he said, but he didn’t shout it this time, he almost
whispered it. “Do you object?”

Matt couldn’t help the
gasp that left his lips, or the fact that his ass was clenching in
anticipation. The audience was nothing more than a background noise
now. Matt knew they were there, could hear them screaming and
chanting, and he knew he should be more concerned about the fact
that they
were
there. But it was almost as though there was just he and
Logan.

Everything else was fading
away.

He swallowed, his chest heavy, a
strange tingling sensation running through every single cell. “I
don’t object.”

The smile Logan gave him
at those words was not triumphant or even just satisfied…it was
tender…almost
grateful
.

“
I want to undo your
hands,” Logan said slowly. “Stay still.”

He reached up the pole and untied the
cord of the whip. Blood rushed back into Matt’s arms, though in
truth he hadn’t even realized how uncomfortable the position had
been. He’d been too busy concentrating on the fact that the big,
powerful alien was sucking his cock. Gods, he had never felt
anything even half as good.

He moved his hands to the side, his
fingers twitching with the need to touch, and eyed Logan from
beneath his lids. He had an idea of what was going to happen next
so when Logan reached down and caressed the outside of his thighs
he inhaled sharply. The alien did not flip him over though, as Matt
had expected. Instead, he pushed Matt’s legs open, held his gaze,
and leaned forward until he nudged his cock against Matt’s
pucker.

Despite the fact that he
was stiff, that his prostate was tingling, and Logan’s pre-cum
lubricating his hole, Matt felt a moment’s hesitation. His last ass
fucking had been many, many years ago. He’d been a teenager then
and his partner had been the only other human Matt had ever met in
person. They’d spent one long
Alpha
Twelve
summer fucking one another with
abandon, but it had all fallen apart when Robbie had been captured
by a group of
Alpha Two
aliens. They’d auctioned him off before Matt
could do a God damn thing to save him and the only thing that Matt
had fucked since was his own hand or the odd whore. No one had
fucked him.