Peeta knew that he was somewhere in the arena. He still wore his light suit, along with a thin sheath of sweat. The tropical forest was quite hot, and Peeta felt drops of sweat along his temples. He was restrained by something. The last thing he remembered was being with his allies, Katniss and Finnick, and recently Johanna, Wyress and Beedee. Then, he was knocked out.
Suddenly, Peeta's thoughts were interrupted when a round, wet butt squashed his already wet face into the dirt. It was almost slippery against Peeta's perfectly arranged features.
"The baker boy," the owner of the massive glutes laughed.
Peeta screamed against the man's butt. He recognized the voice. It was Gloss, the male tribute and victor from district 1. Gloss rubbed his round, muscular butt cheeks against Peeta's face.
"That cute little face of yours'll be in the sky soon enough, pretty boy. But first, let's have a little fun with that cute little face under my ass."
Gloss let out a huge, wet fart right onto Peeta's face. He'd captured Peeta easily. Peeta was strong, but not strong enough. Gloss was so much stronger. The top part of his skintight suit had been removed to reveal his muscular torso.
Peeta moaned and his eyes burned with the stench of Gloss' sweat and rotten farts.
"Gotta admit, you're not all looks. When you dropped that baby bomb on the Capitol . . . Well, that was pure genius."
Gloss released another wet fart from between his massive glutes.
"Too bad that cute head of yours'll have to go to waste. Oh well, let's make the best of it."
Gloss' farts seemed continuous, and soon Gloss decided to stand up and lift the tortured Peeta over his head. Peeta didn't fight back, and his face was now streaked with tears, camouflaged in the sweat.
Gloss threw peeta down into the dirt, and then kicked him mercilessly. Peeta felt every blow due to the lack of protection his suit seemed to offer.
"Now the Capitol can see what a wimp you truly are." Gloss then sat on Peeta's face again, and ripped a nice big one. "C'mon wimp. Aren't you gonna put up a fight?"
Gloss released another wet gas bomb, and soon Peeta was near unconsciousness. Gloss laughed, until . . .
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