Mentor

The two weeks of training had been hard for the district seven tributes. Every day Jay and Amara left for twelve hours of combat training, survival education, and sexual practice, then returned to their room to fuck each other under Allen's watchful eye. The victor and mentor from district seven making sure both his charges put on a good show for the capital, they had to make plenty of noise during fights and sex, especially sex.

The practice sex was showing some results, Amara gyrated and loudly moaned through every session, screaming her pleasure when she came. Jay had gotten more aggressive, choking and slapping Amara as he thrust with all his strength. They'd even last longer now, they could fuck for two and a half hours nonstop, impressive considering it had only been two weeks. Allen felt Jay still needed some polish but Amara was almost and expert, he felt she could fuck with the best of them if she for far enough in the games. She had an enthusiasm her partner lacked, definitely a mark in her favor when she got in the arena.

Tonight was the last night before the games officially began. Jay had Amara on all fours, hands gripping her hair and pulling it back as he slammed his hips home hard. "Oh god! Oh fuck!" She cried out. Allen watched the time, over two hours, solid for now. He hoped it would be enough.

"Oh shit, take it bitch." Jay growled, hands moving to Amara's throat to squeeze as his balls emptied in her belly.

"Fuck yes...fill me." She moaned, her hips gyrating as her lover came, forcing herself to another orgasm so both could cum hard together. Allen sat silent as they came down from their ecstasy.

"Ok guys, thats enough for tonight." His voice rumbled before they could start again. They'd keep going until one of them collapsed if Allen didn't stop them. At his instruction they untangled from each other and stood, still naked, sweaty, and dripping fuck fluids, they didn't have any issues with it now. Allen stood slowly, his full over muscled naked form a preview of what their futures could look like if they made it to the end. He smiled and placed a big hand their shoulders. "You both have done very well. Tomorrow the games officially start, remember to be smart and put on a good show. I can't help you if you don't win fans and sponsors so make an impression." He told them before sending them off to bed. They'd need their rest. The pair went together to the same room, they'd been sleeping together for the two weeks since the first day. Allen hoped they'd bonded to be a team, anything could happen when the starting gun sounded.

Morning arrived with fireworks and fanfare. Music and cheering assaulted the training tower. It was surprisingly calm and quiet inside the tower when outside the capital was in a chaotic celebratory frenzy. Allen was up especially early, his body covered in sweat as he slowly thrust into Katy's big and perfectly shaped ass. "Oh fuck." She sighed into the bed. "Fuck me." Her hands grasped and pulled against the sheets as every inch of Allen's giant cock forced her anal canal to widen and deepen. "Oh god, oh fuck, so big!" She moaned. Allen looked ahead, the huge mirror at the head of his bed gave him a perfect view of Katy on all fours taking his giant thirty two inch cock, the swinging movement of her huge firm tits testament to the power of his thrusts even at his slow speed.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, forcing her to watch as he cored her out from behind. She shuddered, cumming hard at the view. On a bedside table his alarm went off signaling the start of his day. He growled and reluctantly and sped up, his thrusts faster, shorter, merciless, hands coming down to squeeze her hips tighter, forcing himself to completion, jerking himself off using her well fucked ass. It didn't take long, the tightness of her ass made even tighter by the pressure he put on the sides of her hips intensified the pleasure until his balls refused to be held back and unleashed the load with enough power to bruise Katy's insides.

"Oh FUCK!" She screamed. Body convulsing as feeling him cum brought on another orgasm that shook her body and curled her toes. Allen just held her in place as he pumped fat long streamers of incredibly thick ball batter into the one time tributes deepest recesses. When it was over he withdrew himself from Katy's ass. "Oh please, I need it." She moaned and whined, feeling empty.

"Later." He promised, breathing hard, he showered and got dressed. Allen's stylist had given him a full suit for today, bark brown color with leafy adornment's that some how looked natural against the bark pattern of the jacket and slacks, all of it custom made for his incredible size. He was amazed how comfortable the pants were when he slid his immense cock and balls into them.

Jay and Amara were quiet during breakfast, Allen remembered not saying much before his games too. "Remember guys, trust your training and instincts, you'll have an advantage in wooded areas and use that agility of yours to move quickly so they can't see you." He said hoping to give a few last words before they were on their own. The game makers came to collect them and Allen escorted his two as far as he could, he saw every other mentor doing the same, their faces a mixed bag of serious, excited, and calm, like they've accepted what was going to happen to their kids.

Every mentor was dressed in custom made finery, this was one of the few times the victors covered their bodies, only the women showed a lot of skin, their dresses had high slips and plunging necklines. The men all wore suits, only Anthony was without a jacket, his massive arms on full display, dark skin in contrast to his all white suit. The tributes were handed off and a one hour countdown began.

"You look snazzy." A female voice said. Allen smiled as he turned around. Mina's outfit was scandalous even by capital standards. Her mountainous tits were bare save for a strip of cloth that seemed glued to her body on the sides of her orbs, the dark fabric covered her nipples and a ran along the outside each ballooning breast to her back then ran down her spine to a tiny thong that rode high on her hips, a long strip of cloth fell from the front and back of her, the front between her thick legs and the back lost between the incredible fat cheeks of her ass. The drapes dragged along the floor as she walked toward him.

"Snazzy's a word for it." He replied uninterested in how he looked while his eyes feasted on the barely clothed body of his fellow mentor. He had to concentrate on keeping his cock soft, his special gift made it so he could control if he was hard or soft but the thirty two inch fuckmast would still harden if something aroused him enough. The almost completely exposed mega busty Mina was more than hot enough to make him hard. The much shorter mentor leaned into a hug and when Allen leaned down, kissed him deeply.

"Remember to work your sponsors, get your tributes gifts they'll need for the games." She said quietly. A bit of last minute mentoring for the first time mentor. He pulled her into another kiss and set her down with a smile. He'd give almost anything to fuck Mina right then and there but he had a job to do, hopefully one or both of his kids would make it out. Twelve attendants strode through the lounge, each carrying a case with the mentors cuffs inside, each case was adorned with the corresponding districts number. Allen opened his case and slipped his huge arm into the cuff.

As the start drew closer mentors roamed the lounge chatting with each other or the few higher class sponsors that managed to get invited into the victor only room. "Attention, attention, this years games are about to begin." The voice in hidden speakers faded and the twenty four screens along the wall lit up, each showing an empty platform in a mixed grass and dirt field. At this everyone who wasn't a mentor or staff hurried out of the room, now it was mentors only.

"Shit it's not a forest." Allen grumbled trying to piece together the arena around the cornucopia, obviously it wouldn't be in the woods, they change it up every year, last year was a ruined cityscape. On the screens a sixty second timer displayed and began to count down. When the clock it thirty five seconds the platform tops opened and the tributes quickly rose on the platforms. Allen quickly identified Jay and Amara. He held his breath. Three...two...one...BANG! Even though he expected it and watched the count down, the starting gun made him jump.

It was chaos. Twenty four tributes dashed for the opening of the cornucopia, wands in hand. A boy shoved a girl to the ground and ran on, another girl landed on the fallen tribute and slammed her baton into her unlucky victims belly. Allen saw Jay grab a backpack and sprint away, 'Good boy' he thought. His eyes slid to Amara's screen, she was fighting larger girl with deeply tanned skin, a field worker of some kind, Amara's arm was locked in a hold but she leaned to one side, taking the bigger girls weight and spun. She didn't have the balance to stay up but was strong enough to toss the girl over, both young women fell to the ground. Amara brought her baton around and pressed it into the other girls thigh.

"Damn." One of the mentors to his left muttered, Allen looked over, Archie from nine, grain. Twenty six inches, one of Vanessa's favorites to just fuck her throat for hours non stop, nice guy. Back to the screen Amara had bulked up and filled out. Another girl, a career by her build, came charging in and swung her baton low, Amara took a rolling leap to the side, her arm and leg stretched out to catch herself, a move all children in seven learned when dealing with possibly unstable trees, you never wanted the tree limb to break with you on it, you had to jump to safety. Amara tucked her arm and leg close and hit the found rolling.

"Ok, now run kid" Allen muttered out loud. Around him his fellow mentors chuckled, he ignored them. He grunted with satisfaction seeing her steady herself upright, grab the end of a long strap, and run off as fast as her newly enhanced body would take her, though empty handed besides her baton and a six foot long thin leather strap, no bag. Survival tools, food, and water were almost required, at least for the first few days of the games, those packs were filled with the much needed supplies.

Now that he was confident his tributes were out of immediate danger he couldn't help but watch the fights taking place at the starting area. Young men and women fought desperately for supplies, weapons, and each others bodies. Six more went down before the survivors backed off to take in the arena. One of the last to fall was a career girl from district one, Anthony laughed loudly as the much smaller girl from twelve tackled her and jabbed her baton into the careers belly. She came out of nowhere, she seemed to realize she could go unnoticed at the start, smart girl. Prina, he recalled her name, her older sister Katy was in Allen's games, now she was his personal fucktoy. "That's one to watch!" He said grinning, unbothered at his tributes elimination.

The girl already had decent muscle for her size and looked fairly solid under the thin one piece outfit the tributes wore. Now she was ripped, the sharp outlines of every muscle clear under the fabric as it stretched to accommodate her gains. She stood over her victim, her stance like a predator scanning for threats after making a kill. It was shocking to see, district twelve wasn't known for producing ferocious fighters, this one was rare. Allen eyed twelves mentor, Hayden was grinning like a maniac.

The blonde haired man was broad and bulky, he lacked the definition many male victors had but still had the muscle mass. He was dressed in solid black suit pants and coat only, his hard torso in full view behind his custom sized jacket. As one of only two sets of victors to ever come out of district twelve, he was one of the most experienced mentors here. He was clean shaven with his long blonde hair in a ponytail. He was packing a two foot long cock like many of the other male victors, but his balls were bloated and heavy, more like Allen's. He was a simple and to the point guy, honest and jovial to a self deprecating degree, he'd confessed he only pursued a friendship with Allen to get more access to the mans wife. Allen could only laugh hearing that. Vanessa almost jumped the man when Allen made the introductions. He could have her whenever Allen didn't.

With the tributes all moving away from the cornucopia the mentors took stock of who'd been eliminated. District one lost their girl, two had both still in, three lost the boy, four was already out completely, five, six, seven and eight had both still in it, nine lost the girl Amara drained, ten lost a boy, a girl from eleven, and the boy from twelve. Eight tributes down in the first few minutes. Allen knew his games was like that, he ran for his life away from it all but the melee happened every year, his games was no exception. He had watched his games back several times since.

"That's it for now, best give it a few minutes and chat up the sponsors." The ever alluring Mina said to him. She pulled him into a kiss, short but intense, then sauntered away towards the back of the room. The mentors were chatting with each other, congratulating some and offering apologies to others. Archie from four, made his way to the tables piled high with food and drink, less than ten minutes into the first day and his games were over. Allen noticed a small crowd gathering around Hayden and moved to join them. Anthony caught sight of Allen first.

"Both of yours made it out of the melee on your first games as a mentor, you're doing something right." He said with a smile. Allen thanked him and asked about his fallen tribute and why it didn't bother him. "That's just the way it goes, there are only two winners after all. Do it long enough and you'll accept that, sad as it is." Allen agreed it seemed sad to just accept your tributes were likely to loose. Then he thought about the girl from twelve that drained her. The pair joined the group around twelves mentor.

"I swear that girl had a chip on her shoulder coming in." The blonde mentor said. "When I met her she just seemed angry, quiet and shy on the surface of course, the usual quiet little coal miner, but behind it all was this rage I couldn't figure out, or even make her draw out during training." He explained.

"What did she rate yesterday?" Asked someone, the capital rated all tributes just before the games to help create odds for betting and lure sponsors to favorites. Allen was an eight his year, Jay was a seven and Amara was a nine.

"A three, if you can believe it. Lowest this year." That was astonishing. The higher your number the better you were expected to do, the lowest rated tributes were all but guaranteed to leave the games early on, only five in history made it past day two and none of them were victors. "I don't know about the rest of you but I'd watch out for that one." He chuckled with a toothy grin. Clearly enjoying how his tribute surprised everyone in the arena. After that the group started piecing together the arena. Rolling hills and flat patchy fields, from the camera angles they saw the occasional small lake surrounded by thick brush and a few trees, the rare mounds of boulders showed up making for shallow caves. It was obvious they meant for tributes to run in to each other looking for someplace to rest or gather fresh water.

"That's not a lot of cover." Nia the district two mentor commented. She was dressed in a slate grey dress that twisted around itself and squeezed her body as it descended from her throat to her knees. The outfit showed off her biceps, thighs, and left her abs open to the world. Her chiseled body was a thing to behold.

"Yeah, I don't think this'll be a long one." Claire from district three said sipping a flute of some blue liquid. The electronics industry mentor was thinner than most, her body no less curvaceous for it, her watermelon sized tits and ass looked like they were just bolted onto a stick figure made of twisted steel cords. She was lanky but absolutely ripped underneath it all. Her long dirty blonde hair had strips of hot pink throughout.

"I don't know, those little oasis' seem dense enough for someone to hide in and not be seen if they're careful." Offered Ruby, from district ten she had an hourglass figure highlighted with absolutely huge tits and hips wider than her shoulders with a massive ass. Her original muscle had been buried beneath ten tributes of astounding curves, even the careers her year weren't as built. Her long red hair, colored for her games to match her name, was tied in dozens of thin braids that fell down her back to her ass. She didn't look it on the surface but Allen knew from experience she was as aggressive a fuck as they came.

"I'm sure they'll figure a way to draw this out." Anthony said moving to a plush sofa. "They want their money's worth." He added with a grin. It wasn't long before mentors started heading for the back of the room to their elevators. Allen was caught up looking through the menu's on his arm device when he noticed everyone was heading downstairs. He jogged to his tube and down the platform he went. He was met by the flashing of cameras and dozens of fans wanting to talk to him. He just smiled and made his way to the district seven area.

Each district had a circular area sunken one step into the floor, the edge was lined with a wrap around couch, another circular cushion sat at the center of the depression for additional seating. Allen saw six of the twenty eight sponsors he'd met with over the last two weeks. He eyed the other districts couches, one and two were so full their mentors couldn't get in, half a dozen others had more the he did. He put on a confident smile and hoped for the best.

The first couple he'd met with originally were waiting for him. He thanked them for coming and hoped his tributes would entertain them. They wore similar outfits as the first time, blue in color today.

"So, how are they looking?" The man asked.

"I think we had a good start." Allen said truthfully. "They avoided the melee for the most part, you saw Amara got caught up but managed to get away."

"Yes, after draining that rather foolish girl." His wife added and Allen smiled in agreement, what was foolish about it he couldn't figure out but that wasn't important. Allen wanted to get something from them today, they'd been open to give gifts early and often if the tributes kept doing well. He thought quickly about what was needed. It couldn't be too much, he didn't want to have them commit to something only for it to go to a competitor. Jay was in good shape...that left Amara and he knew what she needed.

"Speaking of Amara, I don't have to tell you how helpful survival supplies are early on. Perhaps I could convince you to help her since she's already shown potential by draining an opponent and getting to safety..." Allen tried to hide his anxiety, he had no idea what he was doing. The gentleman listened quietly and thought for a moment before responding.

"Yes of course, we wouldn't want her to be weak at the start." He agreed with a nod. "What were you thinking?"

"She can find shelter easy enough, what she needs is food and water, maybe a few food bars and a couple bottles?" He thought that was a good start, small, cheap, and necessary for her. The man nodded and pulled a flat device from his pocket, a few presses and the cuff on Allen's arm chimed, three food bars, one bottle of water, and a message to the tribute. He'd take it, it was a good start.

"Tell her to win for us." He said grinning. Allen thanked them with handshakes and moved on to the next sponsor. He'd managed to get two sponsors to share the cost of a sexual encounter for a tribute of Allen's choice, but no one did that first night. Allen was moving to a section of couches with sponsors who didn't know what district they wanted to support yet. These undecided sponsors usually provided smaller gifts but they were no less important during the right moment. He was just introducing himself when the capital fanfare played, Allen had lost track of time, night had fallen in the arena.