He lifted his hand away from his cock and licked the palm, before returning to grip the base of his shaft. Matt hand fucked himself hard, so that when he came he did so on a harsh exhale. His cum shot against the tiled wall in thick rivulets, wave after wave, reminding him all over again how desperate he had been for release.
The last time now…for a long while…
As those words echoed in his mind, Matt sighed and stepped away from the wall. He was still hard despite the orgasm. Hell, he suspected he was going to be left in that state for some time, because pleasure was going to be something far on the horizon, at least while he was on A’lton. It would do him good to remember that.
Chapter Three
Logan was fast becoming obsessed. From his home on one of the seven hills of A’lton he paced back and forth, mind wrapped around one problem and one problem only.
The lone man.
It had been three days since he’d seen him. Three days since his last fuck in the arena. His last battle. And yet, Logan couldn’t get the stranger out of his mind. It had to be because of how he behaved. So silent. So disapproving. So different to anyone else in the arena.
Logan liked different.
He liked his interest to be stirred and it so rarely had been of late. It was one of the main reasons that, despite the pleasure he took in the whole thing, he had decided to retire from the arena. Winning constantly, whilst good for his ego, had become…dare he say, dull? There was little challenge left anymore and Logan had even begun to suspect that some men purposefully lost so they could be fucked by him. He could understand that, who wouldn’t want his cock in their ass? But from his perspective it just meant he was bored.
Logan hated to be bored.
He slowed his pacing and eyed the screen above his desk. Somewhere on the hard drive of that ledger was a list of every battle he’d ever fought, every title he’d ever won, and every man he’d screwed into submission.
There were hundreds.
Almost half a decade’s worth.
Not for the first time Logan felt a twinge of worry as he considered his life without the arena. He’d gotten used to his end of the month adrenaline shot, the screaming and adoration of the crowd, not to mention a different male and a new challenge. Hell, he’d probably fucked every species there was! He frowned, no, not every species, there was one species he had never managed to meet.
The humans.
Logan’s frown transformed into a smirk as he considered those small, smooth individuals. Gods, he would give anything to bury himself inside one of them, but there were very few left and those that were still around had already been claimed or were so expensive even someone as rich as he would have no chance. No, a human, just like the arena, was not going to be in his future. Logan had other things to look forward to.
“The next challenge,” he muttered to himself, turning from the ledger and towards his huge bed. Sat on it was an open hold-all. Logan had, over the last few weeks, packed an item here and an item there. He needed to add the final few things, take care of some details, and then he could make his way to his ship. It was docked at the A’grlarn port, fuelled and ready to go. Logan had bought the ship almost two years ago. He’d taken it out to some of the nearby systems since then, but it had never really been broken in. This was to be his first real trip since he’d entered the arena all those years ago. His first taste of proper freedom.
Logan had planned it out over the last couple of months. He’d pulled up star charts and worked out routes, picked planets and moons he wanted to see. Part of him was even looking forward to spending that time alone. Or at least he had been until the lone male.
The lone fucking male.
Logan had no idea who he was or where he might be, but after so many hours of torture he was almost ready to start searching. It wouldn’t be hard. Logan had won every battle he had ever fought in the arena and that had made him a very rich man. He had more than enough money to send out searchers, and more than enough contacts to ensure they looked in all the right places.
And then what will you do with him?
Logan’s nostrils flared and he tore his gaze away from his bed before stalking from his bedroom into the wide space of his living area. A’rees was sat on one of the plush couches, reading a book, and he shot Logan a grin as he passed.
“Did you need me?”
Logan shook his head. “I am well.”
A’rees nodded slowly. “I might take a walk into the marketplace then. See about a new room. I cannot stay here much longer, not with your trip imminent.”
“You are welcome to stay longer,” Logan said, though in truth he was anxious for A’rees to leave. Three days had pretty much bored him of the other man, though Logan was far too polite to say so. He invited almost all of his conquests to spend a few days in his home following a battle. He had staff to tend them. Good food. Fine wine. To his mind it was the least he could do after claiming them in front of tens of thousands. More often than not he also wanted to sample the men again, and they were always desperate to feel his thick cock inside them once more. Yes, he mused, A’rees had been fun, a fitting final male, but he was tired.
He tired of them all in the end.
“I appreciate that,” A’rees said, placing his book on the side table. Logan noticed it was a history of A’rees’ own star system, Prima. “But we both know that our time is over,” he added. “You have been good to me, Logan.”
Logan halted and shot the other man a look. There was no doubt that A’rees was a sexy as hell male and with no other fucks in sight Logan had been tempted to keep him for a few more days at least, but the lone man was too much on his thoughts. In fact, several times as Logan had been pounding into A’rees ass it was that mysterious figure who had stayed in his mind, and it was driving Logan crazy! He hadn’t needed to chase a male in years! They’d always come to him!
“You have been gracious,” Logan finally said. “I have enjoyed your company.”
A’rees stood up, stretching his muscular body out. Logan couldn’t help but note that the alien was hard, his dick hanging low against his thigh. For one moment he was tempted to release it from A’rees pants, palm it and harden it further before turning him around and fucking him once more. But it wasn’t A’rees he wanted and so Logan stilled his hand.
“I will return this evening for my things,” A’rees said. “Say goodbye properly.” He shot Logan one last grin before disappearing through the front door.
Once he was gone Logan took a deep breath and tried to order his thoughts. His flight plan had him down to leave A’lton no later than four days time. He needed to get himself in order. Finish packing. Arrange for the care of the house. Not to mention all the little jobs he’d put off over the last few months. And the lone man…
“Decision time,” he muttered to himself. “What will you do, Logan? Search him out or leave it be?”
He picked up the book A’rees had been reading, placed it with all the others, gathered a few things and then wandered through to the eating area. His cook, a fearsome female named B’leeth, was simmering something on the stove, and she scowled at him as he passed.
“What time are you leaving?”
“The planet?”
“Yes.”
“Everyone is so eager for me to depart,” Logan grumbled. “I would have thought—”
The front door opened with a thud. Logan turned to see A’rees racing back into the room. “Logan!”
Logan shot him a frown. “I thought you were heading to the marketplace?”
“That was my intention,” A’rees said, and Logan noticed he was out of breath. “But I heard the news and raced straight back here to tell you. I knew this was something you would want to hear immediately.”
“News?” Logan asked. “What news?”
A’rees grinned. “A new opponent is entering the A’lton arena.”
Logan waved a hand, an odd disappointment settling in his gut. He wasn’t sure what he’d ex
pected, but it was not something as mundane as that. “Of course they are,” he said. “I am no longer available. They must replace me.”
“But the battle is set for tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” Logan started. “You are mistaken. There is always a month between matches in that arena.”
A’rees nodded, excitement making him flush. “I know, but they are bringing it forward because of how special it will be. Everyone is talking of it. I barely got out of the door before I heard the news.”
“Special?” Logan asked, his interest now stirred. “What makes it special?”
“You will not believe—”
Logan waved a hand and shot A’rees a glare. He hated to be kept waiting. “A’rees! Enough! Speak!”
“Well,” A’rees said, and he was practically quivering with excitement. “The new opponent…he is human.”
Chapter Four
Matt could not believe the position he now found himself in. Sure, he’d been in some dicey situations and tight corners over the years, but this? This was the worst of them all. No question. And it was all his own fault! He had been so stupid! Such a tiny lapse in concentration! And now…
“And now you’re screwed,” he muttered. “Well and truly screwed!”
He paced back and forth in his cell, yes cell, he wasn’t calling it a ‘guest suite’ no matter how many times his captors insisted that was what it was, and tried to work out what the hell he was going to do, what options might be available.
Good fucking luck there.
He frowned and placed his hands either side of the door. It was the only way into the room, and it was made of several inches of thick metal. Matt had slammed against it time and time again. He’d tried finding a control panel, a latching mechanism, anything. But the damn thing was flush to the wall and wasn’t going to be moving any time soon.
The room was also bare of windows, another point in favor of the ‘cell’ idea, and apart from a small bathroom off to the side was a fairly small space. Matt had checked it from top to bottom in the first hour of his captivity and found nothing useful. No sharp implements, no possible weapons, just a bed and a table.
He was well and truly fucked!
He sat down on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath. There had to be a way out and he just hadn’t seen it yet. Because if there wasn’t…
He buried his head in his hands wishing to the Gods that he’d never gone to the south docking port. His contact had said to meet there, but in truth it was one of the worst possible places for any female or male travelling alone. Groups of space pirates roamed there, looking for any likely prize, not to mention the slavers. Of course none of that would have mattered for a damn if he hadn’t made the mistake. Matt was tall, muscular and could easily pass for a native of Prima or Jargal if he held himself properly and made sure his skin was painted. No one would mess with males from those planets. But no, he’d had to get his s’heeba caught in the awnings over one of the ships. It had started to unravel before he could stop it, and it had only taken just one lock of hair to fall over his brow…
Matt deeply regretted not dyeing his hair now, or even just shaving it all off, but it had been his last link to his people, the few of them that were left. It had comforted him to be able to look in the mirror and see an echo of times long past. He’d heard that once there had been millions of people with golden hair, males with thick, yellow beards, females with braids reaching down their backs. But blonde hair was native only to Earth. No other species that Matt knew of had evolved with it, and so the moment someone had spotted it...well, that had been it for him. The wolves had descended before he could make a dash for it.
Matt had struggled and fought but they’d injected him with something and the next thing he knew he was waking up in his ‘guest suite’. Three aliens had come to bring him food and water since then, but none had spoken beyond to say he was ‘their guest’, and Matt hadn’t been able to rush them because they’d come together, filling the doorway, and they were from Severo Six, meaning they were almost a foot taller than him and twice his weight.
So what the fuck are you going to do?
The door opened, almost as if answering his unspoken question. Matt jumped up and would have rushed straight for it without thinking, but he stopped himself just in time, because the door might be open but pulsing bars filled the space where it had been.
Matt narrowed his eyes and tried to work out where the bars had come from. When they wavered slightly he realized they were electric bars. Meaning they’d give him a hell of a shock if he dared try to cross them.
Scowl splitting his face Matt got as close to the bars as he dared. The alien who came over had to be, in Matt’s opinion, one of the most disgusting creatures he had ever seen. Five foot tall if that, and at least as wide, his skin was a sickly yellow color, meaning he was from the Marcan system. He held some sort of staff in his hands and every now and then he flicked his ridiculously long tongue out to the lick the top of it. Matt watched him feeling both grossed out and intrigued in equal measure. What was on top of the staff? Why the fuck was he licking it?
“Hello, human,” the male said. He spoke in the common tongue, a mixture of a dozen different alien languages that had grown naturally over the last thousand years or so, ever since the different races had begun to intermingle. It was Matt’s mother tongue too, though he was able to speak Earth English.
“Who the hell are you?” Matt spat. It occurred to him as he did so that perhaps he should have been a bit politer, but civility had never been his strong point. Making nice with those that had enslaved his people was always going to be something he struggled with.
“I am, Jarv,” the alien said, and he sounded, in Matt’s opinion, far too self satisfied with that fact. “I am pleased to meet you, human.”
“Really?” Matt asked. “Wouldn’t have guessed it from the drugging and the fucking captivity!”
The alien flicked his tongue out again, and this time it came through the bars and hit Matt on the side of his face. He jumped back, surprised by how much it stung. “You bas—”
“Quiet, human,” Jarv said, once his tongue was back in his mouth. “Speak only when I give permission.”
“Quiet?” Matt rubbed the side of his face and shot the alien the filthiest glare he could muster. “Fuck you!”
The alien let out a low sort of rumble that shook his big body. It took Matt a moment to realize he was laughing. “You have some balls,” he said. “Some spunk! Kiljab brok! We like that in the arena.”
“The arena?”
The alien nodded and took a lick of his staff. “I run the finest one on A’lton. Perhaps you have visited it? We held a battle not three days past.” He gave a sly sort of smile. “Ah, it was a spectacular event. Thousands came to watch the final claiming.”
Matt only just stopped the surprise showing on his face, because suddenly his mind was filled with of images of that very arena. The heaving crowd, the smell of arousal, the dusty earth…and then…
He took a step back and clenched his fists as Logan and the other alien practically burned his memory. Their thick cocks, the battle they’d fought, and then the submission…
“I need a new draw,” Jarv continued, his beady little eyes fixed on Matt’s now panicked ones. “Sadly, my most popular gladiator has recently retired. I was considering importing a male from Rijal Three, but you know what they’re like. Costly is what and they never suck cock. You can tell them time and time again but they refuse. Once had one bite off his masters.” Jarv shook his head. “A messy situation if ever there was one. But no matter,” he added. “You have saved me the trouble.”
“I have…” Matt shook his head, his heart thudding. “I don’t know what you think is happening here, but—”
“I know exactly what is happening,” Jarv snapped. “You, human, are my new draw.”
Matt spoke before even thinking to moderate his tone, which probably wouldn’t have done him much good anyway,
but still, his response was immediate and unequivocal. “I don’t fucking think so.”
Jarv grinned and brandished his staff in Matt’s direction. “Ah, but you will be. And imagine the crowds you will bring! I will be packed out every single week. A human. One of the last remaining. And your hair!” He reached forward as if to touch it. Matt silently begged him to do so…if he got close enough to the bars…
“Golden like the suns,” the alien added, dropping his meaty hand. “It could not be more perfect. You will not even need to fight. They will come simply to see you fucked.”
Matt let out a low growl and clenched his fists tight. For one quick flash he had an image of himself bent down on all fours waiting to be claimed. Tough he might be, but truth was Matt would have little chance against some of the gladiators. They were too big, too skilled.
“I have no intention of fighting,” he grated. “None. And I have even less intention of being fucked. By anyone.”
Jarv waved his hand. “Your intentions bother me not. You’ll remain in this room until I take you to the arena. There is no way out without these.” He held up a ring of keys. “So do not waste your energy by trying. Please me well in the arena and I will allow more freedoms.”
“This is fucking kidnapping,” Matt roared. “You can’t keep me here. I demand to see someone.”
“To see who?”
“Whoever is in charge.”
The alien grinned. “That would be me.”
“You bastard!”
His grin widened. Considering he’d commanded Matt to not speak until he was told, Matt got the impression Jarv liked the banter. A moment later and his tongue flicked back through the bars. This time it did not wound him. Instead it travelled down Matt’s chest and towards his cock.
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