The Gladiator's Prize

It used to be that those who
entered the arena would fight to the death, but on the planet
A’lton the winner is the male who can make the other
submit…

Logan A’lars has won every
contest he has ever entered in the
A’lton
arena. Male after male have
fallen to their knees before him, he has become rich beyond his
wildest dreams and is ready to hang up his whip for good. But when
Logan finds out that the next male to enter the arena is a human,
one of the last, he cannot resist the challenge of claiming that
male for himself.

Matt James is being forced
into the arena against his will. As a human he is highly prized and
the aliens of
A’lton
will pay good money to see him claimed. Only Matt has no
intention of allowing any alien to master him. He plans to fight
like his ancestors once did…until he meets Logan and realizes that
it may not be that simple after all…

The Gladiator’s
Prize

Warriors of the World,
1

by

April Andrews

M/M, ANAL, ORAL, FORCED
SEDUCTION, & DUBIOUS CONSENT

Twisted Erotica Publishing,
Inc.

www.twistederoticapublishing.com

A TWISTED EROTICA PUBLISHING
BOOK

The Gladiator’s Prize

Warriors of the World, 1

Copyright © 2014 by April Andrews

Edited by Marie Medina

First E-book Publication: January 2014,
SMASHWORDS EDITION

Cover design by K Designs

All cover art and logo copyright © 2014,
Twisted Erotica Publishing.

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This literary work may not be
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electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part,
without express written permission.

All characters and events in this book
are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is
strictly coincidental.

DEDICATION

The Gladiator’s
Prize

Chapter One

Logan A’lars flicked back
his arm and shot his whip out across the arena. It caught his
opponent, an alien named A’rees fresh from
Prima Five
, straight across the
back, and the other male roared as he fell head first onto the
dusty floor.

Logan stalked across the
space, whip now held loosely in his hand, his nostrils flaring from
the scents around him. The arena was packed today, almost ten
thousand citizens of
A’lton
and visitors from who knew where, were all
crammed in to see their favorite gladiator.

Him.

He lifted his head as he
walked and was rewarded by screams and cheers. The crowd could
sense the closing of the battle, knew that soon he would end it.
They could hardly wait. With narrowed eyes Logan watched as those
in the best seats shifted slightly, or maybe
squirmed
was a better word. Nipples
hardened against flimsy fabrics. Hands were lowered as cocks were
palmed and pussies rubbed. They were eager for him to get on with
it, to give them what they were waiting for.

Logan, however, was planning to take
his time.

This was his last battle. The last
time he was going to be in this arena. His last claiming. He
intended to enjoy every single moment of it.

He flicked his whip again, just a
small slap against A’rees’ ass. The other male groaned and
attempted to move across the ground on his elbows. It excited Logan
to see it. He loved nothing better than when they tried to escape
him. It made the final act all the more exciting.

“
Stay still,” he
growled.

A’rees did not comply. He lifted
himself on to his hands and knees, leaving Logan no choice but to
flick the whip once more. It caught the male across the backs of
his bare thighs, raising a welt across the skin.

The crowd roared their
approval.

He was going to miss this, Logan
thought as he placed a booted foot on A’rees back. The scents in
the arena were like nothing else on this planet, or any other he
had visited—a combination of desire, guilt and money. And the
colors! Everywhere he looked Logan could see the brightest of
pinks, the hottest of reds. His home planet was a mass of grays and
browns. Dull. Boring. Insipid. No wonder he had been so eager to
escape.

“
Stop struggling,” he
hissed as A’rees moved again.

A’ress turned his head and shot Logan
a glare. He was not happy about having failed in the arena, though
Logan knew he was more than happy about what was to come next.
Logan knew this because A’ress was completely naked. Logan had
stripped him of his robes in the first minute of the battle. It
made the ending much easier and also gave him a chance to see
exactly what he would be mastering.

He pushed his foot down so that
A’rees’ back bowed. His thick cock hung low now, almost scraping
the floor. Logan couldn’t help but grin as he watched a drop of
pre-cum leak from the tip.

“
You please me,” Logan
said in a low voice. “Your cock pleases me. Look at it weeping
already. It will be an honor to make you my last
claiming.”

A’rees shifted slightly, his ass
thrusting back. He was ready and willing. In the end they always
were. The males that entered the arena knew what the outcome was
likely to be if they lost, and they always lost against
him.

Always.

Logan made a show of circling around
his prize. The audience cheered for him, begged him to hurry up.
Logan gave them a slow smirk as he wound up his whip and dropped it
next to A’rees’ knees. The other man could easily have grabbed it
and made another attempt to best him, but he did not. He was
panting heavily, the welts on his skin now a delicious pink color,
his cock leaking more fluid.

“
Mmmmm.” Logan palmed his
dick as he circled back to A’rees’ ass. The alien was certainly
something to behold. His ass was smooth and rounded, the cheeks
just waiting to be spread, and in terms of species his was one that
was blessed in the size department. Logan noticed that more than
one female in the audience was sizing up both their cocks, possibly
wondering which they preferred.

Logan thought it time they were
reminded exactly which.

He unbuttoned the vee of his pants and
allowed his cock to spring free, all eleven, thick, throbbing
inches of it. The crowd roared their approval, and several women
screamed his name. With a smirk on his lips Logan took himself in
hand and looked around the arena. Males and females were perched on
their seats, gazes fixed on his dick. They loved it, called it the
only cock worth seeing in any arena on the planet. A’rees’ nine
inches barely warranted a glance now.

Slowly Logan pumped his length in his
fist and was rewarded with several pearls of cum. He dropped to his
knees and ran his cock head around A’rees’ hole. Already it was
clenching with anticipation and that hardened Logan even further.
Pre-cum dripped from his slit, and he spread it all around the ass
of his new prize. He wanted the other man nice and moist, wanted
nothing to hinder his penetration, the last he would ever have in
this arena.

“
I claim you as the spoils
of this battle,” he said loudly. “Do you object?”

A’rees let out a low groan and dropped
his head. Logan pushed his cock against his new prize’s puckered
hole.

“
Do you object?” he
repeated.

“
No, damn you!” A’rees
roared. “I don’t object!”

Logan wasn’t sure whether he was
pleased or not by that statement. Part of him had been eager to
shove his cock down A’rees’ throat, until the alien begged to be
fucked, but perhaps this was more fitting.

One last hard fuck to finish off his
career.

Logan lifted his head again, gave the
crowd one last smirk, then thrust his length inside the other male.
A’rees shrieked as he felt the full force of Logan’s invasion. His
channel clenched around Logan’s dick and he pulled forward,
attempting to get away. Logan held him fast around the hips and let
out a satisfied sigh. The alien was tight, likely he had only been
ass fucked a few times, having won most of his battles up till
now.

He was a fitting final
male.

Logan let his hips roll, so that he
was seated as deeply as it was possible to be inside A’rees’
channel. His balls slapped against the other man’s, and he could
feel each ass check on his pelvis. Logan moved his hands from
A’rees’ hips and placed them on those cheeks before separating
them, allowing himself better access. It felt fantastic.

“
You’re too fucking big!”
A’rees groaned. “Too big!”

“
Fuck yourself,” Logan
demanded. “Let them see you weep across the floor.”

“
Ah Gods!”

Logan pulled out, groaning as A’rees’
channel quivered around him. A second later and he thrust back in.
A’rees responded by taking himself in hand and furiously
masturbating his own cock. Logan knew that it wasn’t going to take
much at all to make the other man come, and the audience would lap
it all up. They loved seeing the men he claimed shooting their seed
into the dusty earth.

“
That’s right,” Logan
growled. “I want that cock throbbing as I fuck you.”

From there it was easy to set a fast
rhythm. He plumbed the other man’s ass with an abandon that made
the crowd scream and roar for more. As fast as he could Logan
fucked his prize and as he did so he let his gaze travel around the
stadium, taking in face after face, watching as they touched
themselves and each other.

In the front row one man had his hand
on a female’s head. She was suckling his cock in fast, furious
motions but her head was tilted so that she could see exactly what
was happening. Next to her another female had her hands in her
pants, and Logan could tell she had her fingers inside her pussy.
He held her gaze and lifted his hand to his lips. Her eyes widened,
her nipples thrust through her flimsy top, and she pulled her
fingers out before licking them just as he wanted.