My underwear is gay? How fucking dare you? I'm NOT some twink like that boy from District 12. We are almost the same size. Not in every way, mind you.
He swallowed, thinking about that weapon between Cato's legs. The bones in his legs turned to liquid at the memory. The blonde could have any woman (or man) he wanted. Why choose someone like him? A brunette from District 1 who volunteered for these games.
It was not like in normal circumstances that anyone would see that his underwear was pink.
How did it end up like this? The brunette pinned beneath the blonde's weight between rippling muscles and the training mats. His cock behind pumped up and down until he screamed out like a bitch. He was a Career tribute. Marvel knew how it started. A friendly rivalry, at first.
Well, friendly by Career standards. The rest of the 12 Districts tributes are nicer than their Careers.
He remembered how it started on the train. Everyone boarding like live stock for showing. Showing indeed.
That short blonde hair as it glistened. Those muscles wrapped around more muscles like a barber's pole. With an arrogant attitude to match. Marching through the crowd on the platform in lock-step with an equally hardened woman. Marvel wrongly assumed that Cato was an idiot.
Marvel had been humiliated at the fight on the train. Folded up like an origami box.
I am not gay, but DAYUM he's hung like a horse!
The brunette could not help but want to feel his insides rearranged by that cock. He whimpered.
He was stronger than this. Wasn't he? And he wasn't gay. This wasn't about winning any more. Marvel didn't have the strength to throw the bearer of an 11 inch cock off him.
"Come on, you little bitch. Cum for me~" Cato commanded through firmly clenched teeth. "Aren't you good with handling long things or was that a lie because you're a rich boy, not tough like me?"
Was this blonde questioning his specialty with spears? What fucking nerve.
"I'm the third toughest in the games!"
"After who?"
"You don't need me to fucking tell you that. You stupid oaf!"
That hurt. True. District 2 was more militarized than District 1, but everyone was below a Career.
"Did you say something, little bitch boy?"
Marvel swallowed his pride. Rock hard. Smitten.
"I'm the third toughest in the Career pack. After Clove…"
"Ha! A girl."
"And you, idiot."
He chose his words carefully, because Cato had changed the definition of dick, cock, dickhead or anything else that could be used as an insult.
Marvel's hands pounded the training matts as he clawed desperately for something to hold onto. He didn't want to give Cato the satisfaction of seeing how horny he was from this rough treatment. The brunette couldn't lie to himself anymore, but the blonde didn't need to know that.
"I ain't no bitch."
"Oh yeah? Prove it!"
A layer of sweat glistening on their exposed muscles. Sticking their skin together as their hips bucked.
"Ha...ah...ah...ha ha…" Marvel panted, biting his tongue so hard he tasted blood. "F..ah..fuck! What do you want from me?"
"Pardon?"
"You..Ah...heard me. What do you want? I'll do anything! Make it stop. Please...I can't...ah…"
"Anything?" The blonde's shit eating grin widened. His hand squeezing Marvel's cock slower.
"Anything." Marvel agreed.
Feeling tears prick at the corner of his eyes. His usually razor-sharp brain numb to anything except the feeling of the blonde's large, strong hand closed around his throbbing cock and balls. The slightest dips and rises in his voice echoed in the large, otherwise empty training room.
"I can't hear you for all of this whimpering. What did you say?"
"Anything! I said that...ah...I would do anything! Please...don't...stop...I can't..ah..." Fuck you!
His thoughts were so loud that Marvel did not know if he thought that or screamed it.
"You sound tense. Has something stirred you up?"
Gee, I wonder whose fault that is.
"Does my bitch want a massage to help untie all those knots in his muscles?" Cato taunted.
Marvel was not sure if he liked being called anyone's bitch. He was a Career. Careers took no shit from anyone. Not even hot blondes. Fucking hell! The brunette's skin was on fire.
"Damn. I have always admired how big you are. These rippling muscles." Cato murmured.
Marvel whimpered as the blonde stopped rubbing his cock and instead, started at Marvel's feet, his deadly hands working his way up the brunette's toes, soles, ankles, calf muscles and knees.
Cato paused every so often to whisper compliments towards his conflicted bitch. His hands gliding and kneading a path up over coils of thigh, hip bones, waist and midsection muscles.
"Would you like to worship me instead?" Cato lowered his head to lick Marvel's inner thigh.
"Ah…Ah…Get...off...Don't...Ah...Ah..." Marvel's breath snagged in his throat like a wild prey animal trapped in the claws of a predator. His breathing was shallow and ragged. Chest heaving like he'd run a mile through the wilderness. His brain and mouth were not cooperating.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you are letting me sit on top of you. You like it."
Was Cato right or was he going crazy? He was sore from his work outs the day before.
Cato's hands groped downwards from Marvel's shoulders and neck to his back, biceps, forearms and finally the blonde finished by playing with the brunette's wrists and hands.
His muscles bunching and unbunching as the brunette struggled, hesitated and submitted.
I could throw this guy off. Marvel thought.
He was muscular too, just not as much as Cato. He could have thrown the more muscular male off, but the future was uncertain. Any distraction was a welcome one. They were trained as Careers to participate in the Hunger Games. They were going to kill until they were killed.
Maybe being here, my body being teased by this HOT dumbass, isn't the worst thing that could happen to me?
"What's that look for?" Cato teased. "Does my widdle bitchy want some more of my cock?"
Marvel covered his flushed cheeks with one hand he managed to free from Cato's iron vice strength grasp. This had to be a sick District 2 joke to throw him off for the games. An easy kill.
"Yes pwease." Marvel laid the accent on thick and smiled to himself when Cato looked shocked.
It only lasted for a moment, but the small glimmer of vulnerability from a Career who was built like a Greek god was priceless.
"Say it. Tell me…" A drawn out pause. "...What you want."
"I want your enormous cock, Master. This little bitch wants every inch of you." Marvel licked his lips, demonstrating that his arms and legs were not his only flexible body parts.
The teasing stopped. Marvel's heart skipped a beat. The throbbing between his legs was unbearable. Not helped when Cato's strong hand closed around the shaft and squeezed. The brunette's entire body trembled as he moaned, releasing all the tension remaining in his mind.
Lewd noises escaped the brunette's throat as his juices shot out of him like cannon fire. Making the surface beneath the pair less easy to gain footing on. Undoubtedly, Cato's plan all along. To humiliate the brunette. Cato was not an idiot. A Career could not afford to be stupid.
Jokes on you, I don't care any more! Use me up and throw me out if it makes you happy.
His train of thoughts scattered like a flock of Jabberjays when Cato flipped him onto his back. Marvel looked up. First entranced by those piercing eyes and then his eyes drifted. Savoring the figure hovering above him. Those taut sun-kissed muscles. Utterly mouth watering to look at.
Marvel reached up to stroke his fingers over Cato's chest and down his naval. Worshipping at the temple of the blonde like the world would end if he didn't. Their world could end in one game. Especially if they kept fooling around like this. If the game masters saw...If they got too injured or too muddled in the head for even for the sponsors to fix.
Marvel was not utterly hopeless. He had a plan to retain some of his dignity. Replacing his fingers with his tongue. Tasting every bulging muscle. Committing every beefy inch to his memory in excruciating detail. With the same level of dedication that he reserved for his spear prowess.
Eventually, they would have to part ways. In one way or another. Who'd confess to this?
How can something this beautiful, cause so much pain?
The brunette closed his eyes to forget the wetness trickling down his cheeks and surrendered to his feelings until he was far away from this dreadful place. The blonde pounding inside him.
Marvel finished back where he started. Pinned beneath the blonde. This time, he welcomed it. He had not known how badly he wanted Cato to breed him like a bitch in heat. Careers were trained to kill, not to feel. Marvel continued to agree with whatever the blonde said. ANYTHING for more.
Cato was taken aback by Marvel's tongue. How it twisted and glided down over his body. Cato wanted some of that in his own mouth. He grabbed Marvel by the chin, lifting his face so their eyes met. Cato's expression was unreadable. Even at this proximity. With nothing to hide.
"Don't look so embarrassed now. Give it to me. To my face."
Wrinkling his nose, Marvel lent in and did as he was told. His tongue mashing against Cato's. Fingers tangled in each other's hair. Roaming down over each other's backs. Hungry for more.
The blonde was also just as muscled down his back. Much to Marvel's astonishment. A pathway as hard as stone.
Is nothing on this man weak?
His tongue twisted with Cato's so the blonde couldn't tease him about his technique. Marvel was surprised when the slightly more muscular male didn't resist.
"Fuck the competion ...and fuck me with everything you've got!" Marvel admitted.
The tributes panting mouths connected by strings of saliva.
Marvel's mind came up with a stupid idea. Cato's guard would be down. Now was the time to strike. Marvel struggled free and tried to fight back. Trying to assert his dominance.
It's working? Haha! It's working!
Marvel could not believe it. Managing to put some distance between them. Since he was better at range. In return it felt like those strikes broke something in his hands and feet. Not good. He did not have time to think, much less react. He had not thought this far ahead. Not with all of this lust flooding his brain like a wall of fog. Making it impossible to navigate purposefully.
The moment of elation lasted the blink of an eye. What Cato lacked in intelligence, he made up for with muscles and raw strength. Lunging like a wild animal. Easily grappling with the brunette. Forcing him down again until Marvel begged for mercy. Everything hurt from the impact. The smartest thing would be to lay down and take it. All in good fun, of course.
No longer tangled in a fight for dominance. Who had he been kidding?
"You've had your break. Back to work." Cato ordered, his hands gripping the brunette's toned ass to shove in the insatiable 11 inches and thrust so hard Marvel was slammed into the ground.
"I'm going to make you wish you'd never tried that. Stupid bitch."
Marvel's prostate throbbing as Cato's enormous girth split him in two and cum leaked down his legs.
"Marvel?"
"Yeah?" He panted, feeling himself glowing red.
"Thank you. I needed...to hear...that."
Well damn, now his heart might explode in his chest. Those muscles wrapped around him like a cape. His head was spinning. Marvel's heart raced like a train with no brakes.