The Gladiator's Prize
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.”
    “ 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

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