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anyone
remained on it. The very reason he was on A’lton …
    He scrunched his eyes shut and
masturbated his cock, the pleasure he’d just felt fading slightly
as he thought about his mission. A moment later and Logan came to
mind and the pleasure returned. How big was that alien’s cock? Ten
inches? Twelve? Matt both quivered and winced at the idea of it
being buried in his ass.
    He lifted his hand away from his cock
and licked the palm, before returning to grip the base of his
shaft. Matt hand fucked himself hard, so that when he came he did
so on a harsh exhale. His cum shot against the tiled wall in thick
rivulets, wave after wave, reminding him all over again how
desperate he had been for release.
    The last time now…for a
long while…
    As those words echoed in
his mind, Matt sighed and stepped away from the wall. He was still
hard despite the orgasm. Hell, he suspected he was going to be left
in that state for some time, because pleasure was going to be
something far on the horizon, at least while he was on A’lton . It would do him
good to remember that.

Chapter Three

    Logan was fast becoming
obsessed. From his home on one of the seven hills of A’lton he paced back and
forth, mind wrapped around one problem and one problem
only.
    The lone man.
    It had been three days
since he’d seen him. Three days since his last fuck in the arena.
His last battle. And yet, Logan couldn’t get the stranger out of
his mind. It had to be because of how he behaved. So silent. So
disapproving. So different to anyone else in the arena.
    Logan liked different.
    He liked his interest to be stirred
and it so rarely had been of late. It was one of the main reasons
that, despite the pleasure he took in the whole thing, he had
decided to retire from the arena. Winning constantly, whilst good
for his ego, had become…dare he say, dull? There was little
challenge left anymore and Logan had even begun to suspect that
some men purposefully lost so they could be fucked by him. He could
understand that, who wouldn’t want his cock in their ass? But from
his perspective it just meant he was bored.
    Logan hated to be bored.
    He slowed his pacing and eyed the
screen above his desk. Somewhere on the hard drive of that ledger
was a list of every battle he’d ever fought, every title he’d ever
won, and every man he’d screwed into submission.
    There were hundreds.
    Almost half a decade’s
worth.
    Not for the first time
Logan felt a twinge of worry as he considered his life without the
arena. He’d gotten used to his end of the month adrenaline shot,
the screaming and adoration of the crowd, not to mention a
different male and a new challenge. Hell, he’d probably fucked
every species there was! He frowned, no, not every species, there was one species
he had never managed to meet.
    The humans.
    Logan’s frown transformed
into a smirk as he considered those small, smooth
individuals. Gods , he would give anything to bury himself inside one of them,
but there were very few left and those that were still around had
already been claimed or were so expensive even someone as rich as
he would have no chance. No, a human, just like the arena, was not
going to be in his future. Logan had other things to look forward
to.
    “ The next challenge,” he
muttered to himself, turning from the ledger and towards his huge
bed. Sat on it was an open hold-all. Logan had, over the last few
weeks, packed an item here and an item there. He needed to add the
final few things, take care of some details, and then he could make
his way to his ship. It was docked at the A’grlarn port, fuelled and ready to
go. Logan had bought the ship almost two years ago. He’d taken it
out to some of the nearby systems since then, but it had never
really been broken in. This was to be his first real trip since
he’d entered the arena all those years ago. His first taste of
proper freedom.
    Logan had planned it out over the last
couple of months. He’d pulled up star charts