It used to be that those who entered the arena would fight to the death, but on the planet A’lton the winner is the male who can make the other submit…
Logan A’lars has won every contest he has ever entered in the A’lton arena. Male after male have fallen to their knees before him, he has become rich beyond his wildest dreams and is ready to hang up his whip for good. But when Logan finds out that the next male to enter the arena is a human, one of the last, he cannot resist the challenge of claiming that male for himself.
Matt James is being forced into the arena against his will. As a human he is highly prized and the aliens of A’lton will pay good money to see him claimed. Only Matt has no intention of allowing any alien to master him. He plans to fight like his ancestors once did…until he meets Logan and realizes that it may not be that simple after all…
The Gladiator’s Prize
Warriors of the World, 1
by
April Andrews
M/M, ANAL, ORAL, FORCED SEDUCTION, & DUBIOUS CONSENT
Twisted Erotica Publishing, Inc.
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A TWISTED EROTICA PUBLISHING BOOK
The Gladiator’s Prize
Warriors of the World, 1
Copyright © 2014 by April Andrews
Edited by Marie Medina
First E-book Publication: January 2014, SMASHWORDS EDITION
Cover design by K Designs
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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.
DEDICATION
To those who like a little gladiator in their man.
The Gladiator’s Prize
Chapter One
Logan A’lars flicked back his arm and shot his whip out across the arena. It caught his opponent, an alien named A’rees fresh from Prima Five, straight across the back, and the other male roared as he fell head first onto the dusty floor.
Logan stalked across the space, whip now held loosely in his hand, his nostrils flaring from the scents around him. The arena was packed today, almost ten thousand citizens of A’lton and visitors from who knew where, were all crammed in to see their favorite gladiator.
Him.
He lifted his head as he walked and was rewarded by screams and cheers. The crowd could sense the closing of the battle, knew that soon he would end it. They could hardly wait. With narrowed eyes Logan watched as those in the best seats shifted slightly, or maybe squirmed was a better word. Nipples hardened against flimsy fabrics. Hands were lowered as cocks were palmed and pussies rubbed. They were eager for him to get on with it, to give them what they were waiting for.
Logan, however, was planning to take his time.
This was his last battle. The last time he was going to be in this arena. His last claiming. He intended to enjoy every single moment of it.
He flicked his whip again, just a small slap against A’rees’ ass. The other male groaned and attempted to move across the ground on his elbows. It excited Logan to see it. He loved nothing better than when they tried to escape him. It made the final act all the more exciting.
“Stay still,” he growled.
A’rees did not comply. He lifted himself on to his hands and knees, leaving Logan no choice but to flick the whip once more. It caught the male across the backs of his bare thighs, raising a welt across the skin.
The crowd roared their approval.
He was going to miss this, Logan thought as he placed a booted foot on A’rees back. The scents in the arena were like nothing else on this planet, or any other he had visited—a combination of desire, guilt and money. And the colors! Everywhere he looked Logan could see the brightest of pinks, the hottest of reds. His home planet was a mass of grays and browns. Dull. Boring. Insipid. No wonder he had been so eager to escape.
“Stop struggling,” he hissed as A’rees moved again.
A’ress turned his head and shot Logan a glare. He was not happy about having failed in the arena, though Logan knew he was more than happy about what was to come next. Logan knew this because A’ress was completely naked. Logan had stripped him of his robes in the first minute of the battle. It made the ending much easier and also gave him a chance to see exactly what he would be mastering.
He pushed his foot down so that A’rees’ back bowed. His thick cock hung low now, almost scraping the floor. Logan couldn’t help but grin as he watched a drop of pre-cum leak from the tip.
“You please me,” Logan said in a low voice. “Your cock pleases me. Look at it weeping already. It will be an honor to make you my last claiming.”
A’rees shifted slightly, his ass thrusting back. He was ready and willing. In the end they always were. The males that entered the arena knew what the outcome was likely to be if they lost, and they always lost against him.
Always.
Logan made a show of circling around his prize. The audience cheered for him, begged him to hurry up. Logan gave them a slow smirk as he wound up his whip and dropped it next to A’rees’ knees. The other man could easily have grabbed it and made another attempt to best him, but he did not. He was panting heavily, the welts on his skin now a delicious pink color, his cock leaking more fluid.
“Mmmmm.” Logan palmed his dick as he circled back to A’rees’ ass. The alien was certainly something to behold. His ass was smooth and rounded, the cheeks just waiting to be spread, and in terms of species his was one that was blessed in the size department. Logan noticed that more than one female in the audience was sizing up both their cocks, possibly wondering which they preferred.
Logan thought it time they were reminded exactly which.
He unbuttoned the vee of his pants and allowed his cock to spring free, all eleven, thick, throbbing inches of it. The crowd roared their approval, and several women screamed his name. With a smirk on his lips Logan took himself in hand and looked around the arena. Males and females were perched on their seats, gazes fixed on his dick. They loved it, called it the only cock worth seeing in any arena on the planet. A’rees’ nine inches barely warranted a glance now.
Slowly Logan pumped his length in his fist and was rewarded with several pearls of cum. He dropped to his knees and ran his cock head around A’rees’ hole. Already it was clenching with anticipation and that hardened Logan even further. Pre-cum dripped from his slit, and he spread it all around the ass of his new prize. He wanted the other man nice and moist, wanted nothing to hinder his penetration, the last he would ever have in this arena.
“I claim you as the spoils of this battle,” he said loudly. “Do you object?”
A’rees let out a low groan and dropped his head. Logan pushed his cock against his new prize’s puckered hole.
“Do you object?” he repeated.
“No, damn you!” A’rees roared. “I don’t object!”
Logan wasn’t sure whether he was pleased or not by that statement. Part of him had been eager to shove his cock down A’rees’ throat, until the alien begged to be fucked, but perhaps this was more fitting.
One last hard fuck to finish off his career.
Logan lifted his head again, gave the crowd one last smirk, then thrust his length inside the other male. A’rees shrieked as he felt the full force of Logan’s invasion. His channel clenched around Logan’s dick and he pulled forward, attempting to get away. Logan held him fast around the hips and let out a satisfied sigh. The alien was tight, likely he had
only been ass fucked a few times, having won most of his battles up till now.
He was a fitting final male.
Logan let his hips roll, so that he was seated as deeply as it was possible to be inside A’rees’ channel. His balls slapped against the other man’s, and he could feel each ass check on his pelvis. Logan moved his hands from A’rees’ hips and placed them on those cheeks before separating them, allowing himself better access. It felt fantastic.
“You’re too fucking big!” A’rees groaned. “Too big!”
“Fuck yourself,” Logan demanded. “Let them see you weep across the floor.”
“Ah Gods!”
Logan pulled out, groaning as A’rees’ channel quivered around him. A second later and he thrust back in. A’rees responded by taking himself in hand and furiously masturbating his own cock. Logan knew that it wasn’t going to take much at all to make the other man come, and the audience would lap it all up. They loved seeing the men he claimed shooting their seed into the dusty earth.
“That’s right,” Logan growled. “I want that cock throbbing as I fuck you.”
From there it was easy to set a fast rhythm. He plumbed the other man’s ass with an abandon that made the crowd scream and roar for more. As fast as he could Logan fucked his prize and as he did so he let his gaze travel around the stadium, taking in face after face, watching as they touched themselves and each other.
In the front row one man had his hand on a female’s head. She was suckling his cock in fast, furious motions but her head was tilted so that she could see exactly what was happening. Next to her another female had her hands in her pants, and Logan could tell she had her fingers inside her pussy. He held her gaze and lifted his hand to his lips. Her eyes widened, her nipples thrust through her flimsy top, and she pulled her fingers out before licking them just as he wanted.
Logan loved it.
Loved the power he held over them all.
Directly in front of him two men were fucking. One was bent over the barrier and he was being plumbed just like A’rees. Behind them a female was straddling her lover’s dick and Logan could see it thrusting in and out of her glistening pussy. The sight only made him harder.
He slammed into A’rees and felt pleasure tingle along his length and down to his balls. They were heavy with cum, desperate to shoot their load, but he held on…he wanted this to last.
It was then that Logan spotted the lone male on the bottom row directly in front of him, lone because he was not pleasuring himself or being pleasured by another. Instead he simply sat, a blank look on his shadowed face, his arms crossed.
Logan slowed his pace slightly, grinning as A’rees groaned and begged for more. Seemed his opponent had no problem with Logan’s size now. They never did once he was seated inside of them and they had their hands wrapped around their cock.
He fucked A’rees slowly, leisurely, making the other man groan and beg. Those in the crowd groaned too…except the lone man. What was it about him that was different? His skin, the little that Logan could see, was tanned, like many in the arena, and his hair was covered in a s’heeba, the traditional head-dress of many tribes on the planet. He also wore full robes so that Logan could not tell his shape or his build. But there was something….
“Fuck me harder, please!” A’rees begged. “I’m so close.”
Logan did so without even thinking about it. He pounded in and out of A’rees’ ass, but his gaze never left the lone man. When A’rees came he did so with a hoarse groan that made more than one man or woman in the crowd come too. Seed shot out around them, women gasped as they drenched their lover’s cocks or fingers, and yet the lone man sat unmoving, unaffected it seemed.
His silent stare, his blank look…it was enough to both intrigue and excite Logan. He came in one quick burst and filled A’rees’ quivering ass with his cum. Wave after wave of it flooded the alien’s channel, making the other man groan in pleasure. Perhaps this was why he won so often? Because deep down the males wanted this. His cum was filled with a chemical that sensitized their nerve endings. Not even the most resisting of males could hold out against it.
Could the lone man?
That thought filled Logan as he eased his still stiff cock from A’rees pucker and flipped the alien onto his back. He palmed A’rees’ wilting cock until it hardened all over again then positioned himself between his thighs. Cheers sounded, his name was chanted over and over, but as he thrust back into A’rees clenching hole, Logan felt a momentarily twinge of disappointment. This was his last hurrah and the lone man was already moving away through the crowd, so he would never get to find out.
Chapter Two
Matt James could not believe what he had just witnessed, and God knew he had seen some strange things during his twenty-seven years. Animals that could shoot naked flames through their mouths, alien females with four breasts and tongues that could wrap the entire way around a man’s cock, but this? He lowered his head as he made his way from the arena to the tavern where he was renting a room for the next week, and played back the ‘battle’ he’d seen fought.
It was…he shook his head…hell, he didn’t know what the fuck it was. Words failed him and he quickened his pace, wanting to put some distance between him and the arena where that huge alien had practically raped his opponent.
Matt frowned and pulled his s’heeba a little lower on his head. Raped was perhaps a strong word. In truth, from what Matt could see, the other alien was a willing participant once he had been subdued, or at least his cock had suggested at much. Matt was used to the huge appendages the aliens he’d met seemed to have. Several races were blessed with long, thick cocks, and so he had not been surprised to see the subdued alien’s dick practically scraping the floor as he waited on his hands and knees.
Waited to be claimed.
Matt shuddered as he jogged up the dusty steps of the tavern and pushed the main door open. It was practically empty but for a few shady characters in the alcoves and he was glad for that. Though his robes hid his body, the paint he’d bought on Prima Nine darkened his skin, and the s’heeba covered his head well enough, Matt was still nervous. He could easily imagine what would happen if the aliens around him realized exactly what he was, and wasn’t that the very reason he’d attended the arena in the first place? When his host had offered him a ticket ‘at a very good price’ Matt had not wanted to buy it, but it seemed that everyone else was in town for the battle and for him to avoid it would only raise suspicions. So he had taken the ticket and allowed his curiosity to guide him…and now…
Matt headed straight for his room. The moment he was inside he pulled off the restricting s’heeba and let out a sigh of relief. He hated the damn thing, didn’t like to be hemmed in by all the material, but there was no other choice. Matt’s golden hair was eye-catching in the extreme, more than that it marked his species out as clear as day.
Human.
One of the last far from home.
A prize to behold.
He let out a slow exhale and undid his robes. A moment later and they pooled around his bare feet. It was far too hot on A’lton to bother with shoes or sandals. In truth, it was too hot to bother with clothes at all. Not that many of the males and females had today.
Matt couldn’t help the groan that left his lips as he thought about the people in the arena and the things they had done to one another. Though he was well used to how promiscuous the entire fucking galaxy was he’d never seen it in such a concentrated way before. Apparently it was perfectly normal on A’lton for both the residents and the visitors to fuck each other with complete abandon. Hell, they’d shared themselves around freely. More than one hand had sought his cock. More than one female had offered him a breast. But Matt had resisted, though it had been difficult he had held firm, his dick flat under his robes until…
Naked now Matt rested his head against the cool tiles of the wall next to the door, the image of the huge, tan-skinned alien pumping his enormous cock in and out of the smaller
alien filling his mind. His big, muscular body had shuddered with every thrust, and he’d smirked at the crowd as he pounded his way to climax.
He was feted, adored, everyone Matt had listened to as he walked to the arena raved about the man they called Logan. He was native to a planet three systems over, and he had never lost a battle in the arena. Some said he’d fucked a hundred men into submission, while others insisted it was more. Matt wouldn’t be surprised to learn that it was. As he’d looked into Logan’s eyes he’d felt his dick harden and throb, unable to stop himself imagining how it would feel to be on his hands and knees being fucked into submission.
And that will never happen.
Matt gritted his teeth and took his hard cock in hand. There was no choice. He’d been rock hard from the moment he’d left the arena, his balls screaming at him for release.
He pumped himself up and down, luxuriating in the feel of pressure around his length. It had been so fucking long! So long in fact that Matt could barely recall the sensation of being fucked or fucking anyone else. But was that any wonder? Matt had to be so careful. He could not risk anyone finding out exactly who he was, or more importantly where he was from. There were few humans left out in the stars. Just a few thousand and those that remained were highly valued as submissives and sex slaves. Smaller and smoother than the majority of the alien species that also lived in the galaxy, they had been bartered and traded from the moment they’d struck out of their system. Matt had been born off world. He had no idea where Earth even was or if anyone remained on it. The very reason he was on A’lton…
He scrunched his eyes shut and masturbated his cock, the pleasure he’d just felt fading slightly as he thought about his mission. A moment later and Logan came to mind and the pleasure returned. How big was that alien’s cock? Ten inches? Twelve? Matt both quivered and winced at the idea of it being buried in his ass.
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