"Hey Peeta. Stop." Ordered Thresh. Peeta froze on place, waiting for the nigge from eleventh district to kill him mercilessly. But nothing like that happend. Instead, he heard a rough sound of leaves breaking undef Thres's cool boots, and his heart was pounding as well, echoin in his hardening head. Yet as a beast-like man stopped right behind him, just standing there and breathing heavily on his trembling occipitis, Peete noticed that not only his upper head was hardening...
"Please Thrash, don't kill me", wispered Pete, his whole being saking with fear and yet another, unknown and wrong feeling that made all blood flow towards his crotch, his mind dizzy and blurred.
"Why shouldn't I?" Tresh slowly walked in front of him, blocking his view and trying to look right into his wide-open eyes. Peeta knew why. Peeta never did it before, but it seemed so natural now, he was ready to blow Thresh. He was finally ready.
"Because look", wipered Peta, and fel on his knes passiontly. Thresh scremed as his pamts were torn away from him, but the wild roar of pleasure erupted from his soar throut, as Peeta devoured his thick arm-wide arm-long hardstick. He gulped it in and out, salivating and tasting it like a glamorous sophisticated dish, still alive and pulsing. He felt his cockveinns with his dripping tongue, them pulsing and bursting with hot boiling blood. Threash mooned so hard everyone on the arena heard it. Know everyone knows someone is blowin his meaty flute.
"FCUKING GOD WE've been heard", - panicked he, his threatening attitude completely gone the moment Peeta embraced his flesh rod with his lucious tender lips.
"I don't care", - said Peetaa and let his well-sculptured cock go with a deafening flop. The saliva dripped down his flesh, from his tip and down his pulsing balls.
"Do you kno that Kantis and Rue were lesbiens together?" said Peeta.
"Isn't it symbolic? It's like we're meant to be here together, fucking our brains out", noded Fresh. He then showed his hard flesh, still aching for attencion. Peet needed no more words, he knew what to do. He offed his pants ruthlessly, tearing his clothes beyong the breaking limit, impatiently turning his back and revealing his anal rose, like one that he liked to paint on a cake, that pulsed and throbbed, waiting for a very special guest to come inside.
Thresh knew what to do, he never did it before, but the natre told him to. He held Pet by his elastic assbuns and pushed his stone-hard rod inside his tiny hole, enlargin it to the breaking point. Peet screamed as the leg-sized monstrous cock opend his accshole us, first from pain, then from pleasure, overtaking his bode. The petit baker soon began enjoying the hot cock penetrating his guts right through his achin stomach.
"Oh", he cried out, not caring about being heard.
"Ah", screamed Thrash passionately, thrusting back and forth, impaling the fellow tribute on his fleshy stick until he wined in sweet agony and injected him with his poisonous liquid. Peet felt his guts ans asshole and stomach on fire from friction, but the orgasms kept shaking his bodey and soon he was so full of acidic cum that his muscular abdomen swolled up as if he was pregnant with quatriplets.
"Wow, we should try it again", said Thress pullin up his wet pants.
"Wow indeed", said Pet when he stoped shaking from the series of most intense orgasms in his whole life and gained strength to pull up his pants as well. Alas, his pants were torn in maddening passion as everything else. And when the fellow tribute dissapeared into the darkness, he had to go find Kantiss all naked, with semen pouring from his used entrails.