Matt jumped back in horror as the alien spoke. “I am almost tempted to take you myself,” he said. “I bet your ass is tight, sweet, they say all humans are. Mmmmm, alik, brokall, I can just imagine sinking my cock into your throat…”
“Come near me and I’ll kill you!”
Jarv’s tongue retreated. “No doubt.” He paused. “I could subdue you, of course, in other ways. My friends from Severo Six would be more than willing to lend a hand. But luckily for you you’re more valuable to me whole instead of as a quick fuck. Perhaps I will have you in a few months time. Once you’ve been fucked properly and you’re too tired to fight me off.”
Matt felt both enraged and sick. Had the other alien, the one that Logan had fucked, been coerced like this too? And to think Matt had jacked off to the image of the two of them together… Fuck… “I swear to the Gods,” he began. “If you don’t let me out—”
“You’ll do what?” Jarv demanded. “You have false papers. You are not a citizen of A’lton or a legal visitor. That means you can be owned by whoever decides to take you.”
“Because I couldn’t get legal papers!” Matt roared.
“Because you are human,” Jarv snapped. “And humans have no rights. You came out of your system and did as you pleased, never once inviting any other species back there.”
“You’re talking of events that happened hundreds of years ago,” Matt grated. “Even I don’t know why they kept the Earth’s location a secret. Though judging by you lot is it any wonder. You’re all fucking perverts and bastards.”
Jarv’s eyes bulged and his tongue quivered in his fleshy mouth. “Let’s see if you’re as mouthy after you’ve been bent over in front of ten thousand and ass fucked until you scream. Over and over and over…I’ll get years of use out of you. You’ll make me a fortune. You’ll take cock after cock. In your ass, down your mouth and wherever else I demand.”
“Fucker! Let me out of here. Let me out!”
Jarv laughed and slammed the door. As it closed he could hear the alien’s taunting voice echoing in the room. “Take care of yourself, human, and I will see you very soon.”
Chapter Five
A human! A fucking human! Logan could barely believe it to be true, and yet as he made his way to the arena master’s office he was practically thrumming with excitement. He walked quickly, the crowd of aliens in the market place easily parting for him. Several recognized him and shouted his name, or else reached out to touch him. Logan ignored them all, his mind filled instead with thoughts of the mysterious human, and the impossibility that Jarv had actually managed to find him. Logan had seen maybe a half dozen over the years and each and every one of them had been something to behold. Their skin was usually an odd pinkishly pale or silky brown color, rather than green, orange or even the yellow color of most the aliens around him. They were also generally smaller, smoother and their muscles more corded. They didn’t have antennae, scales or even horns, tending to be perfectly unadorned instead. Logan had also heard, in the taverns and slaver ports, that some humans even had golden or red hair. He had tried to imagine such a thing but couldn’t quite bring it to mind properly. Gold hair?
“Brok olak, on, A’lars?”
Logan shot the stall holder who had hailed him a glare. The male was holding out a golden robe and gesturing in his direction. Logan tilted his head and considered the product. A moment later and he knew he’d never fit into the damn thing, beautiful though it was. Even for his species Logan was huge. He’d trained hard over the years and his muscles showed it. And yet…something about the robe made Logan’s stomach clench. Perhaps it was because of his fantasies over the golden-haired humans. Before he could stop himself he was waving a hand. The stall holder gibbered excitedly and Logan had to slice a hand to shut him up. The transaction was over in no time, the robe being wrapped to send to his home, though Logan had no idea what he was going to do with it. For fucks sake he was becoming sentimental in his old age!
He sighed as he made his way up the steps to the arena master’s office, his mind filled with a million different thoughts. Chief among them the fact that he hadn’t imagined he’d be walking these steps again. When he’d told Jarv that he was retiring the arena master had been almost insensible with rage. Logan had been his prize draw for almost half a decade and his shows had made the other man very rich. Still, once his rage had cooled Jarv had been as fawning are ever, hoping, Logan suspected, to convince him to change his mind.
And you said that would never happen…
The outer room of the office was a bustle of activity. Queues of would-be gladiators stood waiting for their inspection and tests. No doubt they had heard all about the human too, Logan thought, and were eager to be the one to fight him. Hell, any male in the same arena would have an instant passport to fame and riches.
Logan stalked past them all and went directly to the arena master’s office. His assistant opened her mouth to say something as he passed, but closed it the moment she realized exactly who he was.
Jarv was sat on his overly large chair pouring over some sort of ledger and licking his staff with frantic motions. Logan was one of the few people that knew the staff was actually filled with a chemical that Jarv’s species needed to help them metabolize the water on A’lton. He thought the staff less conspicuous than a water canister, though Logan disagreed. The arena master’s staff was the subject of much conjecture between the gladiators he both hired and put his people up against.
He looked up as Logan entered, his beady little eyes widening in surprise. He clutched his staff to him and flicked his tongue before speaking. “Logan. I thought you’d be off planet by now. You have a big trip planned, I hear.”
What was it with everyone’s interest in his trip? Logan scowled and took the seat opposite Jarv. Even for his size it was much too big for him, built to accommodate the arena master instead no doubt. “It is my intention to leave soon, yes,” Logan said.
Jarv shot him a grin before reaching out and dropping two glasses on the table. He filled both with a generous portion of alcolo and nudged one Logan’s way. “Drink up, my friend.”
Logan picked up the glass but did not drink from it. Instead he watched Jarv with hooded eyes and tried to get a bead on the other man’s mood. He was definitely self-satisfied, his smug grin said that much. He was also thrumming with excitement, his tongue quivering back and forth.
“To your good health,” Jarv said, lifting his glass. “And a speedy return from your travels.”
“I am not to leave yet,” Logan said.
Jarv drained his glass in one and immediately began to re-fill it. “And you are waiting for…”
Logan exhaled heavily and decided to get straight to the point. “My final battle.”
Jarv drained another glass of alcolo. “I thought we’d already done that. A’rees was, how shall we say, very accommodating. In fact, I am hoping to sign him up for another battle soon. This time we will ensure he is the winner, a triumphant comeback…yes…” Jarv’s tongue flickered back and forth. “It will be good marketing. The females loved him.”
“A’rees is a fine male,” Logan said slowly. “But he was not my last.”
“You are retired.”
Logan settled back into his chair, drink in hand. “Almost.”
“You said you would never return to the arena,” Jarv reminded him. “I begged you, did I not? Offered you obscene amounts of money and yet you refused.”
“I was bored,” Logan said.
Jarv narrowed his eyes. “There are worse things than being bored.”
“Not many.” Logan drained his drink. The alcolo was far too perfumed for his taste, but he swallowed it anyway and let its warmth fill his chest. “Let us get straight to the point. We both know why I am here. The only thing that could convince me to enter the arena once more.”
“I do not—”
“The human.”
Jarv grinned. “Ah. News travels fast, does it not?”
; “Then you do have him?” Logan asked, leaning forward.
“Yes,” Jarv said. “I do and he is a perfect specimen in every way.”
Perfect. The excitement was back, racing through Logan’s body and making his cock thicken.
“He is smooth. Muscular,” the arena master continued. “I cannot vouch for the size of his cock, but that hardly matters to you, does it, Logan? They never fuck you and you never take them in your mouth.”
Logan waved a hand, ignoring those words. Only one thought was paramount in his mind. “I want him.”
Jarv laughed, sending his tongue flying off in all directions. “You and a thousand others. I have had males queuing up since dawn, not to mention all of the off-world messages. The emissary of Rikan Six has already offered me my own island on planet for the human and the queen of Sharda’s Moon has promised me a place in her court if I give him to her for just one week.”
“The queen of Sharda is a treacherous bitch,” Logan said. “You would never get him back.”
“I know,” Jarv said. “They all want him and once they have him they will try to keep him. Because of this I have decided to keep him for myself. He will battle in my arena and any who wish to see him will come to me.” He grinned. “I have already doubled ticket prices. Should have tripled them really. Ah, not to worry! There will be time to do so!”
“No doubt.” Logan paused. “You intend to put him in the next battle. Tomorrow, I hear.”
“I do.”
“Then I too will fight in it,” Logan said simply. “I will be his opponent.”
Jarv shook his head, his eyes wide. “I cannot afford your price, Logan. Even with the high ticket price.”
Logan shrugged one brawny shoulder. “There will be no price.”
For a male with such beady little eyes Logan was shocked by how round Jarv’s had gotten. “You will fight without payment?”
“I will.”
“But why?” Jarv asked.
“Because I want him,” Logan said honestly. “I have fucked almost every species. Only the humans have eluded me. If he is as fine as you say…” He shrugged. “I want to fuck him.”
Jarv licked his staff and looked down at his ledger. Logan could see that he had been ordering names, obviously trying to decide on an opponent for the human. Casually, though he felt anything but, Logan picked up the ledger and removed the power cable.
“No need for this,” he said.
Jarv shook his head, though he was grinning now. “The finest gladiator to ever enter the arena mastering a human at last…” His tongue quivered. “Yes…of course that will work. In fact, the crowds will be superb.”
Logan stood up, his muscles tense, his stomach clenching. Excitement filled him from head to foot and his dick was practically pulsing in his pants.
A human…at last.
“Take me to him,” he demanded. “I would speak with him before we battle.”
Chapter Six
When the door of his cell opened Matt didn’t even bother to open his eyes, never mind jump up. It had been swinging back and forth all day. Jarv, his guards, people capturing his image, seemed everyone wanted to take a look at the human, and he was damn sick of it. Besides, the bars stayed in place no matter how many times the door opened. Matt would not be getting free that way. In fact, he didn’t yet have any idea how he was going to get free, but the problem was chief in his mind. He had spent the better part of the day going over options and plans, discarding one after the other. He just needed a stroke of inspiration…a wild plan that would outwit them all…something…
“Can’t a man get any sleep around here,” he muttered, as the door fully opened.
“Not in my company.”
That voice… Matt snapped his eyes open and let out a gasp. The huge alien from the arena.
Logan.
It was actually him, and he was inside the cell, just a few strides away!
Matt jumped up, adrenaline shooting through his system, and locked eyes with the other male. Gods, he was even bigger up close. He had to be seven foot at least and so wide across the shoulders that Matt swallowed heavily. He was dressed in a shirt and pants, but they were tight and outlined every single muscle that the alien had, and he had a lot of them. His arms were huge, muscle upon muscle…and his thighs. Matt couldn’t help but let his gaze travel downwards. He regretted it a moment later because the alien was hard. Matt could see his long length bulging through his pants.
“What do you want?” Matt demanded, his heart racing.
“You are…” The alien shook his head, a look of surprise stamped across his features. “You are golden.”
Matt frowned and reached up to touch his hair, then his stubble. Jarv had become ridiculously excited when he saw it, asking how long it would grow and how quickly. Matt, for obvious reasons, usually shaved himself bare, so he had no idea whether his beard would be long enough for Jarv by the time the arena master wanted him to fight. Not that it mattered. His head and jaw were not the only places where Matt’s hair was golden.
Logan, as if reading his mind, stepped forward, his gaze on Matt’s crotch, and let out a low growl. “You will be golden here also?” he asked and then to Matt’s horror he took one large hand and cupped Matt’s cock.
Matt jumped back and moved around the bed, shaking his head as he did so both because of how quickly Logan had moved and how much the alien’s touch had unnerved him. “Don’t fucking touch me, alien p’uttack!”
“I can’t not touch you,” Logan breathed, ignoring the insult. “A human. A golden human. I have dreamed about this for so long. There are so few of you left. How did you come to be here? Where are the rest of your people?”
“Fuck you!”
Logan’s nostrils flared. “Gods, the things I am going to do to you.”
“You aren’t going to do anything to me!” Matt snapped, adrenaline racing. “What the hell do you want?”
The alien smiled and when he did so it transformed his features. He looked less deadly and more…Fuck! Matt didn’t know how he looked, only that he didn’t like the effect it was having on him. His cock was hard now too, jutting in his pants, and the image of Logan pounding into his opponent in the arena was chief in Matt’s mind. Only this time that opponent was him…
“So blunt,” Logan said softly. “I came to meet you. I always prefer to meet my opponents before we battle.”
Matt sucked in a shocked breath and took another step back. “I’m not here to battle,” he said quickly.
Logan’s smile widened. “Your hosts say differently.”
“They can say what the hell they want,” Matt grated. “I will not be entering that arena.”
Logan stepped forward so that there was barely space between them. Matt clenched his fists and eyed the door, but the bars were in place. However Logan had gotten in didn’t matter now. The way out was sealed again.
“The battle is set,” Logan said. “It will be first thing in the morning.”
“I don’t think so.”
The alien shrugged. “It is decided.”
“I don’t have time to argue with you,” Matt snapped. “I don’t have time for this at all. There is somewhere I need to be.”
“Where?”
“Sorry?”
“Where?” Logan asked. “Where do you need to be? What is more important than facing me across the arena?”
“That’s none of your business,” Matt growled.
“Oh, human,” Logan said. “Everything about you is going to be my business. I knew I would want you. You are human, of course I would, but…” He shook his head. “I did not realize how much I would want you. You have me rock hard. I cannot wait to sink into you.”
Matt’s eyes widened and his breathing became shallow. His dick was throbbing in his pants, aching to be touched, and yet at the same time Matt was disgusted with himself. These people were keeping him prisoner. How could he want one of them?
“I do not want to fight in the ar
ena,” he said. “I do not want to.”
Logan frowned. “No one is forced into the arena. It is an honor to compete.”
“I am being forced!” Matt snapped. “You think I chose to be in this cell. Chose to be gawked at all day?”
“You are human,” Logan said. “Your choices are limited, are they not?”
“Limited?” Matt growled. “This is kidnapping. Abduction. Jarv is using me to make money. Pure and simple.”
“That is unfortunate,” Logan said. “But there is nothing I can do about it.”
“You can let me go,” Matt said quickly, and though it made his heart race he closed the distance between them and looked up into the gladiator’s eyes. “Just let me out and I will disappear. No one will ever know it was you.”
Logan reached out and ran a hand through Matt’s hair. His touch was lighter than Matt would have expected, almost careful. The alien’s nostrils flared and his jaw tensed as his hand moved to the back of Matt’s head and it made Matt’s cock ache, because he knew exactly what the alien was thinking. Wasn’t he half thinking the same thing?
“It is taking everything I have not to fuck you now,” Logan whispered. “I want you so fucking bad. Touch me, human, feel how hard you have me.”
Matt was walking a fine line, the wrong move could ruin everything, and so though it made him quiver inside, he reached down and ran a finger along Logan’s length. The alien was rock hard, his dick thick beneath the material of his pants.
“Ah, that’s right,” Logan groaned.
“I’ll do more for you,” Matt whispered. “If you help me escape.”
“Will you?”
Matt nodded and palmed Logan’s cock. “Much more.”
“Human…” Logan sighed. “You have not yet learned to lie properly.”
Before he could say another word Matt was pushed up against the wall and Logan was grinding his cock against him. “Do you think I am a fool?” he hissed. “I help you escape and then you disappear. Never to be seen again. You are no boy and yet you have managed to stay hidden for so long. You must be crafty. Sly. Smart.”
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