“I have to be!” Matt gasped. “You bastards make us so.”
“And yet you want ‘this bastard’,” Logan said. “I can feel your cock against me. Feel it thickening. You want this, human, you want me.”
“Fuck you!” Matt roared and Logan laughed.
“No one fucks me, human. No male ever has.”
He took Matt’s hands and pushed them above his head, covering the human’s smaller body with his big one. Matt struggled and bucked, but Logan simply laughed again and closed one of his hands around Matt’s wrists. His other ran down Matt’s chest, exploring every single inch. His eyes were glittering, his breathing heavy and the moment he found Matt’s cock he let out a growl of approval.
“You may not be long by our standards,” he breathed. “But you are nice and thick.”
“What do you care?” Matt snapped, trying desperately not to groan as Logan cupped his heavy balls. “Since no one fucks you.”
“You like that,” Logan whispered, ignoring his question. “You like my touch. Gods, you are going to like it more come tomorrow.”
“I am not entering that arena!”
Logan gripped him around the jaw and lifted his head. Before Matt could stop him the alien took his mouth and kissed him hard. His lips were everywhere, covering Matt’s, his tongue plunging in, a blatant example of what he wanted to be doing with his cock. Matt tried to resist, tried to tell himself that this was all wrong, but it had been so long since he’d felt the lips of another, so long since anyone had taken him in such a forceful way, that he felt himself sagging against the wall, Logan’s rock iron grip the only thing keeping him standing.
By the time they pulled apart Logan was panting and Matt was both aching with need and drowning in shame.
“You need not fear,” Logan whispered against his lips. “I will not hurt you.”
“Hurt me?” Matt dropped his gaze. “You’re going to try to fuck me.”
“I will fuck you,” Logan promised.
“You—”
“I long for the moment when I can bury myself in your sweet little ass,” he added. “Since the moment I heard of you I have thought of it over and over, and now it is worse, because I know just how sweet your lips are and just how hard I can make you.”
“This means nothing!” Matt hissed. “It was just—”
“A prelude,” Logan said, relaxing his grip on Matt’s wrists.
Matt pulled his arms free and lifted his head. That was a mistake. The desire and blatant need on the alien’s face was enough to make Matt tremble.
“I am going to bend you over in front of the whole arena and fuck you until you beg me never to stop,” he said. “I will make you come so hard you will wonder how you ever came before you met me.”
“I will never allow it,” Matt said, with far more confidence than he felt.
Logan laughed and took a step back, and though he would never say so Matt was grateful to the alien for putting some distance between them. He could still smell whatever scent it was the alien wore, still feel his warmth, but he wasn’t surrounded by his big body, wasn’t being grinded against and kissed so hard that the blood had pounded through his veins.
“You cannot stop it,” Logan said. “I have never been beaten.”
“You’ve never fought a human before.”
“You are challenging me? Oh, human,” Logan breathed. “How are you to win when you want it as much as I do? You will spend this night imagining me buried in your ass. You’ll touch yourself and all the while your pucker will be clenching to be filled.”
“You bastard!”
“The bastard who will fill it,” Logan promised. “Resist all you want. Your submission will be all the sweeter for it.”
He stepped forward and pulled Matt into his arms. Matt didn’t even try to fight him off this time. He was too tense. Too edgy. His cock was aching. His head spinning and he had no idea what the fuck he was going to do.
“I promise you this,” Logan said. “When I win you will be glad of it. You will beg me for more.”
Matt glared. “When I win, I will be leaving this planet as fast as fucking possible.”
Logan released him so quickly Matt staggered. “Then the battle is on. I will see you tomorrow.”
Chapter Seven
It was nighttime on A’lton, and Logan was preparing in his dojo. Dressed in a pair of loose fitting pants, his chest and feet bare, he went through the familiar moves of battle prep, his body doing them automatically even as his mind drifted off to another subject.
Arms stretched above his head.
Matt James.
Legs lifted to his chest.
The human.
His whipping hand rotating left and right.
That golden hair.
If Logan had been obsessed about the lone man it was nothing to how he felt about Matt. In fact, the lone man was now nothing more than a fleeting thought in his mind, almost like Matt had taken all that obsession and channeled it in his direction.
Logan turned on the spot and rotated his head, an odd, almost sub-conscious thought filling him. Was it possible that Matt was the lone man? No one knew how long he’d been on planet for, or what he was even doing. If a human wanted to hide out, A’lton was one of the last places he should have thought to visit. There were other planets that someone could hide far more effectively on.
The lone human…Matt…
Yes, the more Logan thought about it the more it made sense. He had wanted the lone man, hadn’t he? Without any real reason for such swift desire. And Matt had seemed to know who he was, hadn’t even asked his name. Could that be that he had recognized him from the arena?
Logan started the sequence of kicks and flicks that would stretch out the last of his muscles, thinking it all through as he did so. The idea of Matt being the lone man excited him to the point where he almost missed a move. He took a deep breath, centered himself and started again.
His hands were steady, his body taut, but it was like a current was running through him. In fact, he didn’t think it was possible to be so amped up. In the early days of his career, when he’d arrived on A’lton with a few credits and not much else, Logan had fought simply to make a name for himself. He’d entered the arena with bucket loads of attitude and a raging desire, but in those early days there hadn’t been any excitement, he was simply too focused.
Several months later and where once he had nothing, all of a sudden he had plenty. Money enough to do whatever he wanted. Credits and more to buy a big house, and a fast ship. And the sex! Males and females had begged him to fuck them, lined up for the pleasure. The excitement had come then. Each time he entered the arena and subdued another male it had built and built. But then about a year ago it had started to dim and Logan hadn’t known why. He’d thought it must be boredom or perhaps he had just had enough.
He knew the truth now.
He had been waiting.
For Matt.
As the human filled his mind Logan stilled his movements and took a deep breath. He knew that Jarv would never let Matt go; he’d known that the moment he’d seen him. The human was just too perfect with his smooth body and his golden hair. Golden hair! Logan shook his head, disbelieving again that it could be so.
Matt would fill the arena for months, if not years. They would come from far and wide to see the human on his hands and knees being fucked over and over. He was just too much of a draw, because most aliens would never get to see a human up close. There were so few left and could be seen only from a distance when they accompanied their owners. Some said it was their own fault. They had come from their own system and brought with them both a technology and a culture that clashed with the others in the galaxy, others who had been intermingling for hundreds of years already.
It hadn’t taken long before the fights started and over time the hundreds of thousands of humans who had left their home world grew smaller and smaller in number until few remained, and those few were scattered, living
on the fringes of the galaxy. No planet would give them papers. Instead they would claim them as their own, so the humans didn’t even dare ask. They snuck from place to place, always trying to stay hidden.
Legend said that there were more. Secreted away on the planet they called Earth, a place that no one, as far as Logan knew, had ever found. Some said millions if not billions lived there, just waiting to be claimed.
Many had looked.
Many had searched.
No one had been successful.
No wonder Matt James was going to be in such high demand. No wonder the people of A’lton were already whipped into a high frenzy, screaming and shouting for the human…and yet…as Logan picked up a towel and rubbed the sweat from his face he knew already that he could not bear the thought of another male touching what he now thought of as ‘his’.
It was primitive, almost visceral, a hidden aspect of himself that Logan had never realized even existed, but he wanted Matt. Had wanted him from the moment he’d stepped into his cell and looked into his perfectly blue eyes.
He dropped the towel and made his way into his bedroom, planning to shower away the sweat and cool himself down. He couldn’t help thinking, as he did so, how Matt’s body, small and perfectly muscled, would look sluiced in water. Logan had a powerful urge to lather up the other man and lick him from head to toe…and that was weird as fuck, because Logan never licked them—they always licked him. But it would be a lie to say, as he’d grinded his cock against the human’s, that he hadn’t imagined what it would be like to lick along the length, to bury his face in those golden curls and suckle the pre-cum from his slit.
Logan took a deep breath and dropped his pants. He was naked now, his thick cock jutting out in front of him. He wrapped a hand around it and pumped it slowly. As he did so, in his peripheral vision, he spotted a package, just by the bed. The robes. The golden robes.
Almost like he’d known…
He masturbated harder and made a mental note to have them sent to the arena. Matt would wear them and Logan would take great joy in stripping him out of them. Gods, he was going to take great joy in everything. Every touch. Every kiss. Every sigh and groan.
And it was then, as he pleasured himself and looked at the golden robes, that Logan realized he would have to have Matt. Not just in the arena, not just for a quick fuck, but for more. So much more. This was something he did not have a choice in. Matt James belonged to him now. Logan had to ensure that he would never be touched by another male for the rest of his life.
With a sigh he released his cock and headed for the shower room. It was time to call in some favors and make some plans…
Chapter Eight
Matt glared as he looked down at the golden robes that his ‘hosts’ had presented to him earlier in the day. They had insisted the garments were ceremonial, that all competitors wore them, but Matt knew for a fact that Logan hadn’t worn any when he entered the arena for his last fight. He’d worn pants and boots instead. Matt knew this because from the moment the big alien had walked on to the dusty floor he hadn’t been able to take his eyes of him.
You and thousands of others.
He glared some more and plucked at the thick material. It covered him from head to toe and would be easy to remove. A flick or two of Logan’s whip and the bindings that held it in place would fall as easily as the walls of fucking Alpha One, leaving Matt stark naked. If only he’d been able to keep his own fucking clothes! But Jarv must have slipped something in his water last night because Matt had woken up from his too brief sleep as bare as the day he was born, leaving him absolutely no choice but to wear the robes.
A bell clanged.
His first warning.
There would be one more before the door in front of him opened and ushered him into the arena. Matt gripped the handle of his whip and took a deep breath. He was ready for it, had spent most of the previous night pacing in his cell, going through strategies and planning his moves. Because the way Matt saw it he had two choices. He could refuse to enter the arena. Refuse to fight. But he knew, had been told in excruciating detail, that Jarv would force him in if he had to, and Matt would stand no chance against Logan if he wasn’t willing to fight. He would lose, then after he would be taken back to his cell, where Jarv would either let him be or drug and rape him. Even if he was left alone he would be expected to enter the arena again and again and sooner or later he would lose no matter how hard he fought. Sooner most likely considering some of the males who would come to challenge him. Those men would fuck him roughly in front of thousands, and they’d love every minute of it. Matt would not.
Option two had come to Matt last night, as he paced and paced. So far as he could see the only way that was going to get his freedom was to win and make Logan his prize. He would be able to barter then. The human who finally took down their feted gladiator? The male who mastered the man that had fucked hundreds into submission? Christ, they’d adore him! It would give him leverage, enough perhaps that they would turn their backs for just long enough, and he’d make a run for his ship and be off planet before they realized.
And Logan? Matt shuddered as he thought of the male who had won against so many others, some of the strongest men in the galaxy in fact. He was so big, so muscular. Matt had realized that last night when Logan covered him with his big body. Hell, it wasn’t going to be easy, not at all. Matt knew he had his work cut out for him, but it wasn’t impossible. If he could just get Logan on his hands and knees…or even flat on his back…Matt could thrust inside before the other man knew what was happening.
Penetration was enough. Jarv had said so.
It was a win.
And you won’t have a problem there.
Matt scowled as he reached down to palm his cock. He’d been hard from the moment he’d awoken. His dick knew something was happening and was ready for it. Matt might not have eleven thick inches to work with but for a human he was well above average, especially in the girth department, and he didn’t doubt that he would be able to fuck Logan well. Hell, he’d been thinking about doing just that since the moment he’d seen him in the arena, and then again when Logan had pushed him against the wall and kissed him so furiously. And Matt hated that! Logan might not be his captor. Might even have had some sympathy for Matt’s position but he was still one of them, and right now Matt was willing to lump them all into the same category.
Bastards.
Predators.
His enemies.
It was a galling position to be in. To want Logan despite the circumstances surrounding them. But then desire was a funny thing, Matt knew that. It could fix on the most unlikely of people.
The human and the gladiator.
He scowled and pulled away from his cock just as the second bell sounded.
It was time.
The door to the arena opened slowly, almost as if trying to draw out the tension. The first thing Matt noticed was the smell; thousands of over-perfumed bodies all competing for space alongside the scent of arousal. He could practically taste it filtering down the stands and into the arena. The spectators had come hoping to see their favored gladiator fuck one of the legendary humans, a species barely seen anymore. And he was golden-haired too, they’d love that, were already excited. Matt could feel it.
Next came the noise. Screams and cheers and chants. The crowd was whipping itself into a frenzy. Calling for Logan. Calling for the human. They wanted their show and they wanted it now.
“I’ll give you a fucking show,” Matt muttered. “You bastards.”
The doors opened fully and Matt took several deep breaths. Adrenaline was already flooding his body and making his heart race. He went over the moves again in his mind, over and over, and gripped his whip as tightly as possible. In the cramped space of his ‘room’, insert cell, Matt had practiced with it until his arm ached. He just needed to get the first flick in, enough to take the big alien down.
A voice boomed over the speaker system. It was introducing him.
Matt allowed his face to settle into the harshest of lines and then, taking one last deep breath, he walked into the arena.
The crowd shrieked when they saw him, marveled at the sunlight bouncing off his golden hair, at the smoothness of his body, the soft pink of his lips. Men tried to surge forward against the barriers, calling his name. Women ran hands down their chests, while some began to remove their clothes, and others were already naked.
They were aroused.
Excited.
They wanted him. Until…
The speaker boomed back in to life and then a second door directly opposite Matt began to open. A fresh wave of adrenaline flooded his body and Matt watched, dry mouthed, as Logan walked into the arena.
He was as spectacular as Matt remembered. Tall. Muscular. Painfully good looking. His black hair was cut close to his head, he wore a pair of tight pants leaving his chest and back completely bare. As he turned to smirk at the crowd, Matt could see the inkings across his shoulders and spine, inkings that had not been visible last night when Logan had kissed him. Matt had heard that each swirl in Logan’s tattoo represented a male who had fallen to their knees in front on him, and seeing it only hardened Matt’s resolve. He would not be one of those males! No matter how much he wanted Logan to fuck him he had to stay strong! He could not spend the rest of his life practically a slave. Fucked by any alien with a hard-on and a desire for a human.
No fucking way!
Logan was his only way out.
The alien in question stepped forward on to the dusty space and gave his whip a flick. The crowd screamed. Matt took a step forward too, and then carefully, the two of them began to circle around one another.
Logan’s eyes were narrowed and that familiar smirk was playing across his lips. It both aroused and enraged Matt beyond belief. Likely the alien was already thinking about how easy he was going to be to subdue, how effortless it was going to be to fuck him.
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