The Funger Games

Chapter 3

Puta stood in his chamber alone.

His parents had come to visit but had to leave because they were in hysterics. Puta stared out the window at the hordes of townspeople dissipating. The legendary soaking ceremony was over. It was game time now.

Across the room the door opened.

"Jail," Puta gasped "what are you doing here? Did you visit Katpiss?"

"No," Jail replied in a low voice "I want to see you. I felt something at the soaking ceremony when I looked at you. When I looked at you and Katpiss soaking in front of everyone. Something I've only felt with Katpiss before...Puta I'm in love with you."

"Jail I-"

"Shut up Puta. I know who I want to see and it's you. Fuck Katpiss! I know you want me."

"I do. ButIneedtotellyouthis Jail. Before the ceremony I almost fucked Kat-"

"I said shut up Puta. Idc what you've done. Come sit on my chest," growls Jail, lying down in a supine position.

Jail looks feral, primal. Puta complies without hesitation.

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[PUTA POV]

I fling myself onto Jail's chest. He's gained a bit of weight, but it's all muscle. The chamber I could hardly stand to be in has now become a sacred abode. I catch my breath and Jail's voice sounds like mockingjays to my ears, "you've got some cake, baker boy. I can't wait to be inside you. I can't wait to shit on you."

He grabbed me up in his strong, thick arms and I started to shit everywhere. He reached around and grabbed some shit and rubbed it on my throbbing manhood. It acted as some sort of smelly lube. I wasn't prepared for what came next.

Jail stood me up and gave me a rusty trombone. "Damn, this is weird asf."

I intertwined my arms around Jail's neck and his hand traced down to the small of my back. His touch on the small of my back makes me shift in a needy response. I need more.

"Jail please," I moan. I need more.

Jail enters me and we both finish.