The Gladiator's Prize by April Andrews Page A

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