*Thanks for all the positive reviews. I have decided to continue writing about the hot relationship between Peeta and Cato. Because I needed to develop the storyline there is not as much action in this chapter unfortunately.*

*In the elevator after the interviews, Peeta meets up with his lover for the second time*

Chapter 2: 'Elevator'

I asked Haymitch to coach us separately after that. I realised that I couldn't spend much more time with Katniss. She just irritated me. Plus, I'm jealous of her skills. The fact that she doesn't know at all how good she is annoys me further. She'll probably end up winning this thing. I'll be one of the unmemorable tributes who dies on the first day of the games in the battle at the cornucopia. But at least I won't die a virgin. Cato sorted that out for me. And I'm glad he did.

I snapped back into reality as Haymitch was beginning to coach me for my interview.

'How are we going to present you to the Capitol, Peeta?' he said. 'You're not that good-looking so won't be able to pull of sexy or desirable. You haven't got the right personality to pretend to be ruthless, fearsome or brave. Could you be vulnerable?' he paused in thought for a few moments. 'No, that won't work. What do you think?'

'I'm offended.' I said. 'But to be brutally honest Haymitch, you haven't got much going for you either.'

'Maybe you could be likeable.' Haymitch continued with complete disregard for my last statement. 'But that won't be good enough on its own…' He paused in contemplation for a few minutes. I sat in silence feeling so insignificant.

'Peeta, what do you think about Katniss?' he asked.

I consider my answer. 'She's alright, I guess. She's stubborn, quite attractive but with not much of a personality.' I said.

'Quite attractive? Peeta, do you have a bit of a crush on Katniss?'

'No.'

'Of course not.' He winked at me with a knowing smile. 'I think I've worked out how we are going to get the two of you lots of sponsors. You admit to having a crush on Katniss in the interview and then we'll have a tragic love story that will gain lots of sympathy from people in the Capitol. It's a piece of genius! I think I'll go get some wine to celebrate.'

And with that he left the room. Leaving me with a stunned expression on my face. I had to pretend that I had a crush on Katniss. I wouldn't have minded if Katniss was a guy, but she wasn't, unfortunately. It's a good thing that I'm a pretty good actor.

The interview came upon me in no time. Without knowing it, I was on the stage facing Caesar Flickerman in front of an audience containing most of the Capitol. He asks me whether there is a special lady for me back in District 12. This was a perfect opportunity. I managed to develop the tension until I dropped the bombshell that the girl I had a crush on had come here with me. This got the desired reaction. Audience members were gasping, and I heard a few agonizing cries.

The next moments were a blur. After my allocated three minutes were up, the anthem sounded and then I was ushered off the stage. I was pleased with my performance. But now I had to face Katniss. I deliberately avoided her as she pushed her way through the crowds to get to me. I hid behind a wall as she raced past me into one of the already partially full elevators. The doors closed and I was out of her sight. I breathed a sigh of relief. There would be no awkward questions for now at least.

I walked into one of the other elevators that seemed empty and turned to face the door. I pressed the button for the 12th floor but one had already been pressed for the 2nd floor. District 2.

'Hello, lover boy.' Cato greeted me in his deep voice.

I turned and saw him behind me wearing a dashing suit that made him look extremely handsome and alluring. It made no attempt to hide his perfect physique by hugging his large muscles on his arms and chest. His stylist had done well. He smirked as he caught me admiring his body.

'Like what you see, don't you?' he continued. 'That was a nice performance 12. You almost had me convinced that you're into girls. But I know better, you're into me.'

The doors of the elevator closed leaving us alone in the confined space.

'I must be the only one who knows about your little secret. The fact that you love cock in your ass. My cock, in particular.' I nodded in agreement. 'And you wouldn't want me to tell anyone about your secret. Would you?'

' No,' I mumbled. I'd really landed myself in a lot of trouble. Cato would be able to manipulate me. Maybe that wasn't necessarily such a bad thing. 'Please don't tell anyone. I'll do anything.' I groveled for the second time to this stud.

'Yes Peeta Mellark, you will do anything. Anything I tell you to do. Otherwise I might tell everyone in the country about your love for dick. That wouldn't be very good for you. People wouldn't sponsor you and then you wouldn't have any chance of surviving in the arena. Plus everyone's last memory of you would be that you're a cock-hungry faggot. What would your family think? So, 12, here's my proposition. You become my bitch and do everything I say then I won't tell anyone about your secret. If you don't do everything I say then I'll tell the world when we're in the arena and then I'll kill you for good measure.'

He wouldn't let me get a word in. He now owned me. I had no option but to succumb to his demands. On the other hand, this domineering and manipulative side to Cato aroused me like it did before. Maybe I might enjoy being his bitch. Again.

Cato knew he had me in his control. He had a smug look on his face as the doors of the elevator opened onto the second floor. It looked empty.

'Now, as you're my bitch, you're going to suck me off. Right here. Right now. And make it good you whore.' He ordered.

What can I say? I wanted to do it so I didn't object as he put his hand on my head then pushed me down onto my knees. My head was now at the same height as his crotch. I undid his belt and dropped his pants so that they lay around his feet. He was wearing really tight, white underwear that did nothing to hide his huge package. I yanked them down leaving his semi-hard dick, exposed, inches from my face.

This was the first sight I had of his junk and it was beautiful. He clearly looked after himself as his pubes were trimmed, making his material seem even larger than it was. When he fucked me in the training centre, I had thought that his cock was 10 or 11 inches after feeling all of it inside my butt. Now, it looked smaller than that in length but it made up for it in thickness.

'Get on with it!' Cato ordered.

So I did. I used my hands to shove his dick into my mouth. It began to harden as I ran my tongue around his perfectly-purple head and down the length of his shaft. It was reaching its full size inside my mouth and I couldn't take it all. But I had no choice.

Cato had put both of his hands on the back of my head and fucked my face as he shoved my head all the way down his rod. It was almost impossible to take all of his monstrous cock in my mouth. I gagged a few times but Cato showed no sympathy as he pulled my head onto his dick even more.

It took some time for my mouth to become accustomed to his enormous manhood. But soon enough, I perfected the art of deep-throating. His cock was so deep in my mouth as my lips circled his dick and my nose rested in his sweet-smelling pubes.

Cato began to groan as he continued to thrust his shaft deep into my mouth. He moaned loudly with deep groans as he came close to his orgasm. He clenched my head with his hands, pulling my hair as he exploded into my mouth.

Streams and streams of his juicy cum erupted deep into my mouth and trickled down my throat as he screamed in pleasure and ecstasy. It tasted salty but sweet as he continued to squirt it and fill my mouth. There was so much semen, some of it escaped from my mouth and dribbled down my chin. In hindsight, I wished I had saved some for later but I didn't. I greedily guzzled and swallowed all of his produce as his dick softened inside my mouth.

Cato withdrew it and tucked it back into his boxer-briefs. Then he pulled up his pants, briefly staring into my eyes as he bent over to pick them up from around his ankles. I looked into those big, beautiful, brown eyes wishing that Cato could be mine. But it was the other way around. I was his. And I would fulfill his every need.

'See you in the arena 12. I hope you remember about our little arrangement.' He said.

With a pelvic trust and a cheeky wink, he walked confidently out of the elevator, striding to his apartment. I gazed at his muscled bubble-butt as it disappeared into the distance.

Then the elevator doors closed on me. I was alone in the elevator as it continued to the twelfth floor. On my knees. Licking the remains of his jizz from my chin. Imagining about what would happen when we were in the arena together, the next time we meet.

*Keep checking back for chapter 3 which is coming soon.*