Mentor

(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.