Mentor Pt. 01

(It's been three years since the 84th enhancement games, victors Allen (district 7, lumber) and Vanessa (district 4, fishing) successfully fought and fucked their way to victory, each taking from 22 other tributes and growing into cartoonishly proportioned versions of themselves. Their lives are forever changed by the games, they live as a married couple, enjoying a life of privilege and sex, a lot of sex.

But sex isn't the only thing in the life of a victor, every once in a while each victor must act as a mentor to a fresh crop of tributes for the annual games. In the now 87 year history of the games district seven has produced four victors, this means every four years Allen must return to the games and hope to lead tributes from his old district to victory.)

The sounds of sex echoed from the spacious bedroom. Three years ago Allen and his wife Vanessa won their games, since then they enjoyed the best sex of their lives every day, almost, all day. They have their harem of former tributes and one expertly trained fucktoy, as well as each other. Even with so many eager partners available they still spent most of their time fucking everyone else in Victors Village, each man and woman an enhanced, overdeveloped sexfiend.

Today Allen had Cynthia, his mentor from his games, bouncing wildly on his thirty two inch cock. His enormous balls, each the size of an overgrown pineapple, lurched and filled the sluts golden tanned belly again.

"Yeah, take it bitch." He growled.

"Oh. god! Don't. stop. fucking. me!" She howled, her body shuddering with her own orgasm. Each word timed with her bouncing body. She kept riding him through their synchronized climaxes. Breathy moans and grunts emanating from both enhanced lovers. Cynthia had been a regular on Allen's cock since his games, the golden tanned sexpot couldn't get enough of him. Her own husband didn't mind, none of the victors ever worried about who their partners fucked, the onyx skinned career knew she'd always come back to his thick twenty six inch cock. Allen's wife Vanessa had quickly become famous for fucking couples and their harems all at once.

They had been at it for six hours now, Allen spending the morning with his wife, then finding Cynthia in his living room, masterbating to the sounds they made, ready and waiting, eager as always. Cynthia was always welcome to join them, he suspected she enjoyed watching as much as fucking, he never asked though, victors came in all shapes, sizes, and kinks. He left Vanessa to fend for herself and dragged his old mentor upstairs to keep going.

Thanks to a special enhancement he was given during the games Allen's cock wouldn't ever go soft unless he wanted it to, he often stayed hard just walking around their private town, there were cameras everywhere and he knew the capital loved to see examples of their victors enhanced bodies.

Allen stood up, hooking his massive arms around the smaller arms of his golden skinned slut and locked his hands behind her head, she screamed as he started doing crunches, yanking her up and slamming her down the full length of his body breaking dick. "You're just a stupid fucktoy." He growled.

"Fuuuck yes! I'm a worthless fucking fucktoy, PLEASE FUCK ME!" Her screams could be heard outside, no one in victors village cared. He kept her in that full nelson until he came again, then he started moving her around the room, swapping positions only when he came. He drilled Cynthia against walls, bent her over tables and other furniture, they fucked in a dozen positions on the bed, finally ending sitting in a couch, both their super enhanced bodies covered in a layer of sweat, Cynthia impaled on every inch of his tree trunk cock, her perfect globe-like ass bouncing on his massive, never empty, balls, her tits mashing against his hard chest as they kissed furiously.

Allen groaned, a hand grabbing and pulling Cynthia's head back by the hair, as he came again. "I'll never get tired of cumming in you." He sighed, she let herself fall heavily in his lap, grinding her hips against his as she moaned.

"I love how it feels when you fill me with your cum." She purred, her usually smooth and seductive voice shaky with lust and fatigue. "Your giant cock exploding deeper in my cunt than my husband ever has." She paused to pull him into another passionate kiss. "And your massive balls just forcing so much of that thick delicious cream into me, no one but you cums so much." This time it Allen pulled her into an intense kiss. He did enjoy when she or any of the women praised how different he was from the other male victors. He'd gained the biggest cock of any victor in history, his balls were also the largest every recorded, helped by a double dose of the Breeder enhancement, one gifted to him before the final fight, the second he got from draining Jon, a career tribute who also made it to the end.

They kissed furiously, lost in a passion only victors experienced. Their lip lock broke when a clock on the bedroom wall chimed loudly. Reluctantly Allen pulled back and sighed, that was the sign, he needed to clean up and go to the train tomorrow, but first he had a meeting he had to attend. It was his turn to act as mentor to the tributes of district seven, it was also the first time he'd be a mentor, Cynthia originally came over to discuss it with him. "That's it." He sighed disappointed. She softly chuckled and planted short sweet kisses on his lips.

"Nervous?" She asked, still out of breath.

"Yes." How could he not be? His only experience with this had been as a tribute. He didn't know anything about teaching.

"You'll do fine." She said confidently. "Just answer their questions and show them what they need to know. Just like I did."

"You had us watching recordings of you fucking."

"Exactly!" She laughed.

Not long after they both showered and went downstairs, waiting at the door were the other victors from district seven. May, a blonde with pale skin and a figure comparable to Cynthia's, her lips were permanently dyed a shade of blue to match her eyes, a gift from a sponsor. Behind her stood the towering Axe, the copper skinned mountain of bulky muscle was a head taller then Allen but not as defined, he had more of a power lifters build, his thick two foot cock was sawing between May's thighs, dragging its veiny length against her wet and dripping mound. His hands slowly kneading her fat round tits as she moaned.

All four victors from district seven gathered in the living room. It had become a sort of tradition for all the victors from a district to meet and help prepare that years mentor before they left. The other three shared what knowledge they had and gave whatever advice they could. Afterward they enjoyed a loud and aggressive group fuck, also part of the tradition. The next morning Allen untangled himself from Cynthia, May, and Vanessa. Axe left after Vanessa came home and set herself to fucking him into unconsciousness, she nearly succeeded, she then joined her husband and their foursome lasted until the early morning.

Vanessa hadn't changed since their victory, the woman was a walking tribute to lust, her voluminous fiery red hair reaching her knees, her tits more then double the size of her head, her torso narrow and fit with a faint six pack, her hips flaring wide to support and pair of perfect globes of ass that bounced just right. The woman had an insatiable appetite for sex like every other victor, but she seemed to somehow enjoy it more. As Allen kissed his wife goodbye he couldn't help but feel something for her. In the games only one male and one female tribute could win, those victors would live as a couple, legally married, and do everything together. As you advanced in the games you got hornier and hornier, lusting after your partner was normal. He remembered something Cynthia said before his games started.

"It begins as a really intense physical attraction, you're incredibly horny and attracted to this person who's shared this experience with you. Then over time, between all the fucking, you actually come to care for them outside of just a sexual partner, even fall in love with them. It's pretty great." He had to agree, it was pretty great.

Victors village had a town hall like every district, instead of a drab grey stone building, theirs was polished white stone with marble columns. Statues of every victor pair filled the "town square" in front of the building. Inside was the mayors office, the mayor was elected every few years and that was only because the capital demanded the victors have one. Today Alina was "monitoring" the town, the onyx skinned bombshell was bent over and screaming her lungs out, having her ass fucked by a dozen men, none smaller then a foot and a half, four of the bigger guys were victors, proud to be doing their "civic duty", the rest were enhanced slaves, former tributes. They all lined up behind her, her current stud had his hands squeezing her neck as he thrust hard, looking like he was trying to break her in half, Allen knew from experience that was exactly how Alina liked it.

He was the last to arrive, his one companion for the walk across town was Katy, a defeated tribute from his games turned sex slave for the victorious couple, she silently moved to a platform on the opposite side of the tracks. Mentors were permitted to bring someone along to "tend" to them, the only rule was it couldn't be another victor, his wife Vanessa selected Katy to join him. She stood still as a statue with the eleven others, all naked, every body enhanced to be ideal sex slaves for their victors.

She was one of three girls to make it to the final day, unfortunately for her Allen found her and dragged her to the cornucopia to fuck. The other two female tributes, Linda a career Allen ended up taking as a slave after he won, and Vanessa his wife and fellow victor, spent the night fucking each other privately then stumbled upon poor Katy exhausted after almost a full day taking Allen's cock and unable to fight back, they ended up splitting her curves before the final fight. He knew he'd suggest Linda for Vanessa when it was her turn, he'd often find Linda between his wife's legs, the victor writhing and screaming in pleasure for hours on end.

He eyed the other eleven mentors for this year. He knew every one. He'd fucked every woman there and his wife had been fucked by every man, he'd double teamed her with a bunch of them too. One of which was an onyx giant, a head taller, his skin glistened with the same oiled skin enhancement Vanessa had. His arms and legs were long and bulky, his eight pack abs could cut glass. Like everyone else he was naked, his balls the size of cantaloupes, his cock it's full two foot length, the thing stayed it's full size even soft, hanging between his legs. Beside his feet sat a duffel bag, his clothing folded neatly inside. He grinned seeing Allen approach.

"It's about time new guy!" Anthony said, he looked intimidating and somehow always angry but the career from district one was an absolute teddy bear when you got to know him. Allen dropped his bag beside the big man and they shook hands. They settled into conversation, chatting away the few minutes until the capital train arrived. The mentors had all gathered in a group to chat and share news, a rare thing when you mostly just nodded to each other on your way to fuck for hours.

"Have you heard?" Asked the black haired, honey skin colored Mina, she was the shortest of the group at six foot even, each her tits easily the same width as her torso, the massive firm perfectly round jugs always looked like they were going to tear free of her body but somehow never did. She was famous for having the biggest tits of any victor and she'd gotten a handful of breast specific enhancements that gave her unique abilities, these enhancements were some of Allen's favorite.

"Heard what?" Allen replied, not having the faintest clue what was going on.

"There have been rumors about the Centuri, the one hundredth enhancement games, someone at the capital said they may reap victors instead of regular people from the districts." Thrust, an olive skin muscular male from district ten (livestock) said. He won his games alongside the female tribute from his district, also his twin sister. The three nights they "performed" for the capital were required viewing in the career districts training academies, they'd been that intense, Allen had watched that "session" and happily admitted they were incredible together.

"How would that happen?" Allen asked. "We've already grown so big, they couldn't have us gain more, could they?" His mind rushed to think of what he'd look like even bigger, after taking another victors size, it was almost impossible.

"It's the capital, they decide what they can and can't do." Anthony piped up, his huge arms folded across his chest. "I don't think they will though, we've done our jobs for decades, they're happy with us, why would they want to get rid of us AND as big as we are they'd have all new logistical problems if victors drained victors." He added with a confident grin. He had a point, the group discussed the idea, some even offering opinions on who they'd like to drain, all joking about it of course. Allen came up on every guys list.

The train came quickly enough. It's polished silver surface carrying every bit of painfully bright glare from the sun. Each victor strode to their individual car to wait as they were dropped off in their districts. Allen was met by Katy, her long brown hair tied in a tight braid that fell between her plump ass cheeks. Allen was tempted to fuck her but remembered how Cynthia was late for their first meeting during his games and thought better of it. The failed tribute from district twelve made her way to a plush chair in the car and kneeled down to wait while Allen dressed. He'd been given an outfit by his stylist, simple brown slacks that somehow had enough room for his bulge, and a matching vest that showed off his entire ten pack of abs.

"Do you think we'll see twelve?" She asked, most victors slaves were respected enough to speak freely to their owners, they were friends and respected opponents from the games, only considered property by capital law. Allen and Vanessa didn't want to own them but wouldn't pass up the opportunity for a harem, they'd earned it.

"Maybe, probably in passing when Hayden is dropped off." They'd stop only long enough for each mentor to disembark, when it was Allen's turn Katy would stay aboard and be brought directly to the capital while Allen met this years tributes.

"You probably shouldn't get attached." She said after he sat down. She meant to his tributes, it made sense, they're only two winners and twenty two losers, and four tributes would be professionally trained fighters and fuckers, statistics said his two wouldn't make it out, he was very lucky to be a victor.

They stopped for only five minutes at each district, a well dressed attendant arrived just before they reached Seven, Allen was seated, dressed in his suit without the pants, thrusting hard and fast into Katy's throat. The man's voice could barely be heard over the sloppy brutal throat fucking, eventually he got Allen's attention and he separated his thirty two inch cock from Katy's brutalized throat. A deep breath was all he needed then a towel to clean himself off. Thanks to a special enhancement he could soften or harden his cock at will and he wouldn't go unintentionally soft unless he fell asleep. Allen had been known to keep his dick hard for days at a time if he could stay awake. A quick thought had him ready to slip into his slacks.

He was met by the mayor of Seven, a thin man with rough hands and numerous scars along his arms, he smiled and Allen gingerly took his handshake in greeting. He was surrounded by district officials, a dozen in all. They all greeted him eagerly, Allen saw a sadness in some their eyes, he understood, he represented the coming of suffering, a son and daughter of Seven would leave and likely never come back, almost never if they were incredibly lucky, like he was. He waited in the town hall for the reaping ceremony to conclude, he watched it all on a screen hidden in a wall. Allen spent longer then he expected looking at their faces, did be really look that scared when he was picked? He remembered being nervous but his life had been such a blur since then.

He was joined by three others all from the capital. The official capital liaison, a pretty woman with some curves to her, wrapped in a tight burgundy suit, and a pair of stylists, one for each tribute. He barely remembered meeting the rep and stylists his year. The young man and woman were rushed into the room by the guards. They looked confused and scared, the three from the capital hurried to introduce themselves, Allen thrust an arm out, blocking their path and silencing them.

"Wait." He half shouted, his booming voice did the job stopping everything and everyone. "This is a lot all at once, say hello on the train." He spoke slowly, nodding to the exit doors, they took the hint and left without protest, no one wanting to argue with a seven foot tall mountain of muscle. He took a slow breath and tried to smile.

"Hey, I'm Allen, I'll be your mentor." When no one spoke he tried something else. "Have either of you worked sector twenty three?" He asked taking a knee to make himself seem smaller and more approachable, his sheer bulk made that nearly impossible. He was hoping to open them up with common ground by asking about a commonly worked patch of forest.

"I do... or I did." The girl spoke up. She was older than the boy, twenty or twenty one, broad shouldered and muscular but with a clear feminine shape. Amazonian he'd heard it described, fairly common in a district like seven. The boy was just eighteen, shy but no less built, he'd worked the tracks, helping to haul felled trees onto carts and truck beds for transport to the capital processing plants. Amara and Jay were their names. The tributes had time to say their goodbyes then Allen guided them to the train. Under his watchful eye the liaison and stylists introduced themselves one at a time. After everyone met Allen sat down with his tributes for the ride to the capital. They had a hundred questions, he did his best to answer them all. Allen couldn't recall he or Tanya, his fellow tribute from Seven, asking so many, but then they were both mesmerized by their mentor Cynthia's incredible body.

The trip to the capital took most of the Day. Over lunch Allen explained the training, fighting, survival, and sex. Neither were virgins though Amara didn't have any experience with girls, he wasn't surprised, Seven was a bit more traditional like many of the labor districts. He stressed the physical training, especially cardio, that would give them an advantage over their competitors, at least the ones from labor districts, the careers trained all their lives for this. Evening saw the three of them watch footage of old games, at Amara's request he pulled up his games and went over his tactics, from what he could remember, and what he knew of Vanessa's. He'd heard the "expert" commentary on his games a dozen times and shared what he felt important.

The next morning they arrived to capital citizens crowding the landing, cheering for the tributes. Allen told his charges not to ignore the cheering. "Make fans, fans mean gifts, gifts can mean victory." He said after showing footage of how the gifts he received helped him during his games, without them he absolutely would've lost. Jay and Amara were escorted away by a group of games officials and Allen had his first major challenge of mentoring, meeting the sponsors.

He'd been to lavish parties with Vanessa after they won, performing at some, just guests at others, though still expected to end up naked and fucking. The room was crowded and smelled of a hundred different aromatic dishes. The other mentors were easy to spot, grouped around the ever tall Anthony, Allen made a beeline for the group. His fellow mentors welcomed him with the rest of the group arriving on schedule with the last trains. Once the mentors were fully assembled, they were assaulted by just about everyone in the room.

Allen's head spun trying to keep up with all the questions, he answered what he could but prioritized being confident and charming. "I think they both have a good chance." He told one. "They're confident and already wanting to work as a team." He told another. He wondered if Cynthia lied like this during his games. Truth was they were scared and had every right to be. He overheard every mentor saying the same things he was, some worded differently but it was all the same answers. With a blast of some capitalb fanfare he'd never heard, the "Meet the Mentors" luncheon was over and the sponsors filed out to take their place in the stands for the parade long before it began, leaving the twelve super sexual studs and sluts alone.

"It doesn't get easier." Mina remarked, coming up to Allen, seeing one of her favorite studs shoulders droop. "But you learn to go with it. Best we can do is talk them up and give whatever advice we have." Her cartoonishly proportioned form wore a red silk sheet of a dress, the single piece of fabric was wound and twisted, wrapping her body to cover her groin and nipples, doing its best to flatten her mountainous chest against her body, the tops of her tits almost touching her chin. She looked both teasingly clothed and naked at the same time. Her arm wrapped around Allen's and she lifted a leg to nudge his outrageously projecting bulge. She looked up to meet his gaze. They had a couple hours to kill before the parade.

"Slut." He said with a chuckle.

"Stud."

"Fucktoy." He moved a hand to grab and squeeze one massive tit. Mina laughed and gave him a look that would've made anyone not a victor hard.

"Oh just rip this shit off me and fuck me so hard I can't walk you fucking monster cocked adonis." She moaned, Allen grabbed her throat with one hand as the other yanked at her dress, ripping it to shreds despite its twisted fabric look, and tossing away the pieces. He slapped her exposed titflesh and pulled her into a hard kiss. All around them mentors were pairing off, each man to a woman, or in the cases of districts two and five, both women who threw themselves at each other, the pair landing across a table as they fought for dominance in aggressive foreplay.

Allen's pants weren't far behind Mina's dress. He tore them off and was iron hard in an instant. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard and fill you up with so much cum you'll end up pregnant." He growled at her. It wouldn't happen, victors couldn't have kids but it was still fun to say and got the intended reaction as her body shuddered in anticipation. Her hair tangled in his grip as he pushed her to her knees and dragged her plump lips and thick salivating tongue along every inch of his shaft.

With his full thirty two inch cock drenched and dripping her thick spit Allen spun her around and slapped his cock between the biggest tits in victors village. "Yes baby, fucking use them, use my giant fucking tits." She laughed the moaned as he started thrusting. His shaft was so slick it easily slid back and forth. Mina grabbed her tits and pressed them together as hard as she could, tightening the titfuck canal Allen was enjoying. Allen's cock drooled precum all over Mina's giant fuck pillows, coating each entirely, then once again with each slow deliberate thrust.

Mina licked and mouthed as much of his mind breaking shaft as she could as the colossal column of manly fuck meat slid between her tits and past her face. Allen and Mina had fucked a hundred times before, the capital couldn't get enough of the super sized victors, Allen with the biggest cock and Mina with the biggest tits. They'd spend hours like this, grunting and moaning their pleasure as capital parties went on and on. They didn't mind.

Eventually Mina started really titfucking Allen. During her games three of the girls had been gifted special breast enhancements, the first Mina engaged now, using specially augmented muscles her globe like tits pressed together like a vice, harder and harder, squeezing Allen's cock so hard it was painful, he kept thrusting through them anyway.

"There we go." He growled. "Show me what those tits are for." He finished by spitting on his dick as it slid between her cavernous titflesh. She giggled and started with her second special enhancement, independent pectoral muscle control. Mina's tits could move independently or together, rising and falling, kneading themselves without using her hands. That meant Mina could massage and jerk off any cock shoved between them. She was a huge hit during orgies.

"Like that? You like these tits massaging your giant dick?" She breathed. "Cum for me stud, show me a fucking fountain of your thick fucking ball batter and drench me in it." She moaned the words, her lusty was gaze hidden behind the incredible girth of Allen's enhanced dick, but he could somehow sense it.

It didn't take him long to get close, the massive, firm, squeezing, and massaging tits could draw water from a marble pillar, and Allen had the Breeder balls enhancement ensuring his balls were always full to bursting and his cum was so thick it ran like molasses in winter. He grunted and groaned, straining to hold back the inevitable dam break, he'd lose that fight eventually, until then he tensed and fought the feeling.

"That's it slut." He managed through gritted teeth. "You want my cum, you fucking earn it." His face reddened with effort. Mina could be heard laughing.

"God I love when you talk like that. Fuck my tits baby, blow a big fucking load all over me then shove my face in a fucking pool of your cum and rearrange my fucking guts with this cock." With that Allen couldn't hold it back anymore. He shouted the arrival of his orgasm. Mina's pressing tits released his shaft just in time as gallons of thick spunk skyrocketed into the air, the force of the blast hit and dented the ceiling, four dozen individual cum geysers splattered the ceiling and came falling down onto the enhanced lovers.

Both Allen and Mina ended up covered in his thick ball batter, Allen didn't miss a beat, he slid aside and shoved Mina down to the floor, spinning her so she landed on all fours. He used his long reach to push her head down so she was face flat against the floor, the thick spunk raining down from the ceiling starting to pool. With his free hand he grabbed Mina's waist and forced her hips up, legs straight, feet planted on the floor, turning her into an over proportioned fucktoy tripod.

Standing, Allen slapped her ass hard enough to leave a reddened imprint of his big hand. His free hand grabbed his hard cock at its base and brought it down hard on her ass. Allen's shaft rose and fell a half dozen times, by strike number four Mina drenched the underside of his shaft with her cum. She moaned when he grabbed her ass and forced her cheeks together around his turgid stud beef stick. As he sawed his cock through the canyon of plump ass meat Allen took a second to look around.

Every couple was fucking, some against the walls, one against the large window, two more were bent over the same table facing each other, the bent over women kissing furiously as their studs kept drilling into them as deep and as hard as they could, the studs faces a mix of confidence, lust, and anger. Each driving their hips forward with enough power to shatter bone. Beneath them the table was buckling, creaking and cracking in protest against the thrusting hips.

Mina's back was covered in Allens thick precum. "Come on baby, fucking pound me. Make me scream so loud your fucking wife hears it!" She said moaning the words. He chuckled darkly, pressed his swollen cockhead against her soaked folds and threw himself into her as hard as he could. Mina's body shook violently as she came as soon the moment he hit the two foot mark in her pussy. Her nectar sprayed all over and her scream brought everything else going on in the room to a screeching halt. Five pairs of enhanced, super sexual, victors watched on for a while before resuming their own couplings.

An hour later everyone was still going strong when an attendant came to get them. They all had moved around the room, using whatever furniture they could fine to support their energetic fucking, all except Allen and Mina. The pair remained in their spot on the floor, the floor now had a sizable crater in it, at its center Mina, still head down ass up, Allen gripping her hips, thrusting away like his life depended on it. A heavy hand on Allen's shoulder had him look up and catch Anthony grinning.

"Time to go." He said. "We've got the whole games to fuck, she'll be screaming in your dick again soon enough." He added before walking out with his arm around the tiny waist of a victor, she was covered head to to in cum, Allen couldn't figure out exactly who it was. The mentors bathed in a coed shower specially designed to accommodate their size, and dressed with new outfits from their stylists.

Allen eyed himself in the mirror, the dark green pants with a leaf pattern weren't his usual style but he'd go with it. He was only given the pants and shoes, he didn't have a problem with going shirtless, he basically lived naked since winning his games and the entire capital had watched him fuck hundreds of times by now. They were lead as a group to a sectioned off portion of stands. A dozen plush high backed chairs waited for them, each had a district number embroidered at the top, designated their assigned seating. They sat in silence and watched the tribute parade.

Jay and Amara were dressed in brown suits, to Allen's eye the fabric had a bark looking texture, the suits stuck to their bodies making them both look like they were human shaped trees and in certain areas it accentuated their muscles, making them appear more muscular then they were. Allen had to hand it to their stylists, it was fine work. He watched the parade with interest, he'd never seen it from this angle before, every time he'd watched previously it was from the official broadcast, then once during his games from his place in the parade. He listened to the President make her speech then he was lead to the assembly area to collect his tributes and he brought them to the training facility tower for dinner.

The next morning Allen made sure the tributes ate and left on time. He returned to his room to find Katy watching a replay of the tribute parade, the choking collar from last night still around her neck. He strode into the room, thirty two inch cock rock hard and already dripping precum. He was about to order her to choke on his dick when he noticed she kept rewinding the broadcast and playing it over when it got to the district twelve tributes. The boy wasn't anything special, some blonde bakers kid, the girl though...

"It's my sister." Katy said calmly answering Allens questioning look. "She was just a kid for our games, she's grown up so much..." she trailed off. The girl Allen saw had the same dark hair Katy did, she was athletic, a good amount of muscle and she had plenty of curves too, her face was hard, her expression stern, serious. She almost could've passed for a career. Prina, was her name. Allen considered this, Katy lost her games and now her sister would likely end up like her. "Do you think..."

"No." He said sternly, he originally came up here to fuck Katy until the training day was over. Now he didn't actually feel like having sex. He could count on one hand, and still have fingers to spare, the times since his games he wasn't horny. Using the control he had over his dick he made it soften and sat down in a huge plush chair. Katy hurried to kneel beside him and he put a huge hand on her head, directing her eyes to his. "Tell me about her."

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"Now watch, she slides to the side and BANG! Her wand connects." Allen described what the tributes were seeing as they watched together. On the screen a blonde female tribute fought hard against a redhead. The final move was smooth, the blonde swung and missed but spun with the strike and moved to her left, her spin let her wand connect with her opponents thigh. "See how she immediately goes to pin her opponent? The wands act fast but if you can react quick enough you can get away, once you catch someone don't let them go." On screen the blonde pushed her opponent to the ground and brought her weight down on the woman's chest.

The tributes watched the blondes body fill out, breasts inflating, waist narrowing, hips widening. Her hair seemed to gain a glisten. She moaned loudly as it happened, her one hand holding the baton on her opponent and the other shoving two fingers in her exposed pussy and masterbating furiously.

"Is that necessary?" Amara asked. Allen chuckled.

"Remember, it's a show, everything that happens in that arena is for entertainment, the more entertaining you are the more people will like watching you, and that means more sponsors." He explained. That was the fourth time he'd said that, almost word for word, trying to hammer home the importance of it. He used himself as an example, explaining how he wouldn't have won without gifts from his sponsors, twice he'd have been too tired to keep going and twice he'd received vials of a liquid that refreshed and revitalized him, they made all the difference.

Amara was getting it, Allen thought she might have a chance, Jay on the other hand would likely be eliminated in the first couple days, poor kid. Allen queued up the next video clip, this time it was the final of his own games. His wife Vanessa and Linda, a career now a slave of the victors, fighting. Allen hadn't known it was so vicious between them at the end, Linda eagerly took her place as a sex slave when he picked her. She and Vanessa had become amazing friends and she fucked Vanessa almost as often as Allen did.

"Now here's how showing off and trying to be entertaining can hurt you." They watched the whole fight, Allen offered commentary when Linda put a leash around Vanessa's neck and walked her like a dog around the cornucopia, then Linda's failing to see Vanessa's trick to get her baton and get close enough to use it. He left them to watch video after video, encouraging them to watch all they wanted but reminding them they had two weeks of training before the arena.

The official start of tribute training kicked off what Allen found out was a couple hours of meetings every day with potential sponsors, then meeting up with fellow mentors for sex. He always wore a simple robe tied at his waist that hung to his ankles, his unavoidable bulge made Allen look like a walking muscular tripod. He left his torso bare, he'd gotten advice from the other mentors on what to expect.

The room was huge, the walls were painted a sky blue with a grey carpet on the floor. The fourth wall was entirely glass, offering a great view of the capital outside. The walls were filled with pictures and posters of him, all naked, some fucking Vanessa, some fucking other victors, and some from his games. Allen stopped and stared at one of him and Mina. They were in the center of large group, the entertainment for a capital party a year ago, she'd sucked and titfucked him all night.

He endured eleven hours of the party and he was only supposed to stand there enjoying Mina's work, no fucking, he came almost hourly, covering the hardworking Mina from head to toe. When the party was over he dragged her into the showers and fucked her like he was possessed. The train ride home was wasn't much different, when they pulled into the station they didn't leave the train car. Vanessa had come to greet her husband, instead she investigated the train and found Allen balls deep in Mina, filling the top heavy victor for the eight time that day, Allen saw her but didn't stop. She watched through orgasm eleven before she joined in.

Allen's memory was disturbed by a soft click behind him, the door had opened and a well dressed couple walked in arm in arm. They looked like scaled down victors. He was well built, muscular and tanned, the same shade as Allen, in a maroon suit, she was a match for Cynthia, Allen's own mentor and frequent lover, with huge round tits and an even bigger ass though her proportions simply weren't on par with the bombshell victors, golden tanned skin and silver hair that fell to the small of her back, wrapped in a skin tight maroon dress that showed more skin then it covered.

"There he is!" She exclaimed huge tits wobbling as she jumped in excitement.

"We're so happy to meet you." He added. Allen went to shake their hands, the woman elected for a long passionate kiss while he groped her ass, the man took the handshake grinning. Over the next hour, Allen found out they were big fans of his and donated heavily to him, helping him win his games. Allen thanked them for their help making sure to tell them he couldn't have won without their gifts and discussed their continued patronage to his tributes this year. He had two more meetings just like that one before he moved on.

As a first time mentor he was given a tour of the entire training facility after his daily meetings, from the lower levels where tributes are transported around and cleaned on arrival from their districts, to the administration areas in a connected facility where the game makers monitor the tributes progress. Every game maker was happy and eager to meet Allen as he was guided around the building. Afterward he was lead to a conference room for another meeting.

This one was with a well dressed game maker, he was slim with short dark hair and a triangle beard. His suit was black with thin red stripes running vertically, a black vest and red tie finished off the outfit. This was the game master, the head game maker for the last five games, he was calm, quiet, and professional. His task today was to introduce Allen to his Mentors Cuff, a device that Allen would wear to help and communicate with his tributes during the games.

The device for took up his entire forearm, a slim curved screen a foot long and four inches wide dominated the surface. Allen was shown all its features, from how to send and receive messages to how to shop for gifts for his tributes. Sponsors bought "Games tokens" everything had a specific token cost, things got more expensive as the games went on, almost tripling in price at the end. He left the device with the game master, he'd get his official device at the start of the games.

Allen got back just in time to find Anthony in the Mentors Lounge instead of one of the female victors. The lounge was massive open room filled with plush furniture and heavy tables, during the games the tables would be filled with food and drink, the walls were lined with twenty four huge screens, one each per tribute. On the level below sat a similar room for sponsors, a dozen private elevators sat in the back, one each per district, for the mentors to move up and down as needed.

"Game Master give you the run down on our tools?" He asked. The big man was dressed in an absurdly small bikini style bathing suit, the sides of his massive balls just showing as his huge coiled soft cock forced the garment to project too far forward. He apparently had just come from visiting academy students in district one, overseeing todays sex training. Allen was curious what that was like, he assumed it was just like tribute training, just more detailed as they had years to learn instead of two weeks.

"Yeah."

"Here's a tip, study the hell out of the shopping list while you can, learn everything about everything you can send to your kids." The look on his face told Allen his friend was deadly serious. He knew the right gift at the right time was a difference maker, he was a prime example of that. Allen was just about to say something when a pair of giggling voices stole the attention of both buff super studs.

Strutting in together, as they had been joined at the hip since yesterday came a pair of women of traffic stopping beauty. Nia was the mentor from district two, Anthony's fellow career. Like the mines and quarries in her district, her body was as hard as granite. She stood 6'7" with broad shoulders, her entire body was covered in thick sharply defined muscle, her eight pack abs popped a full inch from her torso, her tits were at least twice the size of her head and barely moved even when she was getting fucked. Her legs were thick, firm, and powerful and her ass was plump and hard as a rock. Last time Allen fucked her and he slapped it, at her urging, he thought he broke his hand. Her blemish free skin was a light tan and her short hair a dark red, almost purple.

Beside her came Jan, district fives mentor. Her cinnamon tan and long glistening golden hair was a sharp contrast to her partner. Where Nia was pure hard muscle Jan was all soft curves. Her tits were comparable to Nia's, though Allen thought hers were slightly bigger, her torso was slim but firm like a belly dancers, but it was her ass that set her apart. Her year was the fiftieth games and every tribute got an enhanced body part before they began. For the girls it was their ass. All that added up to an ass so big and plump it rose behind her to reach her rib cage and took up almost half her thighs. The thing projected almost a foot and a half behind her. It was incredible.

Like most victors, both women had taken special gifts during their games. Mia's was "Snapper" specially enhanced muscles of her pussy and ass, so strong she could clamp down and hold every thrusting cock in victors village except for three, two of the guys strong enough overpower her clamping orifices were in this room. Jan's was the "Love Snake" a sixteen inch long tongue that was always coated in thick spit. It made her incredibly popular with the female victors. Allen experienced it once when he was mid thrust in someone else and Jan came up and shoved her tongue in his ass. That was probably the hardest he'd ever cum in his life.

"Well well well, two super hung studs alone on a room built for victors. Nia said with a grin, both women were naked and covered in oil. The studs shared a look.

"Sounds like a pair of fucking sluts want to interrupt us." Anthony chuckled rising to his feet and tearing off his suit to stand naked beside Allen.

"Yeah, maybe we should shove something in their mouths to shut em up." Allen said, pulling off his clothing to also show his huge hard body off to the approaching female victors. Using his gift Allen's cock was at full attention in less than ten seconds, a fat dollop of precum already forming at the head.

"Mmmm, I love huge hard cocks." Jan purred. The girls strutted around the furniture, each picked a stud and rubbed their bodies against the muscular nakedness of the male victors. Both women pulled their men into long lusty kisses. It had been ages since Allen had fucked Nia, part of him was hoping she'd move his way. He understood why she didn't. Careers seemed to favor careers. Allen may have learned from careers but Anthony was a career, he'd learned and trained to fuck since he was eighteen. As confident as Allen was, he'd even been told he was unexpectedly good by career lovers, he knew Anthony was just better at certain things. There were things only a career could more easily do and signals they could pick up on. It had been explained almost like a physical element to their speech. Enhancing their dirty talk in a way non careers just couldn't.

"We thought you could use a break boys." Nia said her voice husky. "You can't do your jobs if your so serious all the time."

"Yeah, we wouldn't want you to get... pent up." Jan giggled sliding her long tongue into Allen's mouth. She reached up and wrapped an arm around his neck to pull herself up, taking the hint Allen's huge hands reached down to grab her ass and take her weight. "The tributes have four hours of training left." She moaned quietly. "I want you to spend every minute of them fucking my ass." Allen wasn't going to say no to that.

By the time the bell chimed throughout the tower signaling training was done for the day, Allen had cum six times, he'd filled Jan's ass and covered her from head to toe with his thick man cream. He left his clothing in the lounge and went upstairs to shower and meet his returning tributes. They walked in just as he was walking out of the shower. While he was bathing he'd scanned the proctors notes for todays training sessions. They both were too quiet during the sexual training. He immediately knew what they were watching tonight.

Allen marched to the open living room, naked and proud as he always was. The main door hissed open and his tributes walked in, shocked to see the muscular and spectacular form of their mentor. "Get out here slut." Allen called, from his room a naked and timid Katy quickly and quietly made her way to her master, kneeling beside him, her eyes never leaving his immense soft cock, mouth watering in anticipation. He turned to face his charges. "Both of you strip, we have work to do."