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“Hey guys welcome back to our channel! This is your favorite host, Travis coming to you live from Camp Half-Blood,” the son of Hermes said to the camera lens. Connor rolled his eyes and handed the camera over to one of their younger siblings they forcedgot to volunteer for their show.
“Aaaand this is Connor, the younger, better, prettier host that you all know and love,” he said as he stepped into the screen. “Last time you saw us, we managed to get some visiting Hunters to show off their full moonsfor y’all— Ow!“
Connor waggled his eyebrows suggestively, before getting a flick to his ear from his brother. “Which resulted in a curse from Artemis herself, mind you.”
“Yeah, yeah sure. But it wasn’t thatbad of a curse,” Connor replied dismissively.
“All our underwear was replaced with thongs, and our pants were like 3 sizes too small.”
“I’ll give you that. But one, it wasn’t as bad as the horrific nightmares sent from the Hecate campers, and two, unlike you, I have a nice ass and ain’t afraid to show it off.” He smiled cheekily, turned around and flashed his butt to the audience. He gave it a nice jiggle by shaking his hips, and bounced the cheeks around with his hands before pulling his pants back up.
Travis just laughed at his brother’s ridiculousness, and gave each butt cheek a swat once his pants were up. “I’ll give you the Hecate Hellraisers, but we all know that I have the best ass in Camp Half-Blood.” He turned around and dropped trou as well, bending over and exposing his winking hole to the audience.
“In all of Camp Half-Blood? Yeah, right. We all know that there are two campers who tie for that title –– Drew Tanaka and Percy Jackson. Songs could be written about either one of their glorious cheekage. In fact, I feel a song coming on right now ♪Ohhhhhhh ♪––“
A smack from Travis got Connor to shut up promptly. “No one wants to hear your pervy ass song.” Connor shrugged. “That being said, Percy Jackson is on the docket right now. Want to tell our viewers why?”
“With pleasure, dear brother of mine. Now, on our last video you guys left your comments saying that while it was great seeing the embarrassed reactions of the Hunters as we pantsed them, you thought the prank overall wasn’t up to our Stoll Standards.”
“A couple of you also pointed out that our pranks tend to single out the women, and humiliate the female folk almost exclusively in our videos.
The Stolls gave the camera an exaggerated frowny face. The two perked up right away, and continued on their spiel.
“You guys are right!” Travis started. “Regular old pantsing are too elementary for the greatest pranksters in history.”
“We’re the Stolls! Sons of Hermes!” Connor continued. “Our pranks are legendary, and should always deliver gods-like caliber.”
“To show we are equal opportunity pranksters, our next prank series is dedicated to the ruggedly handsome men around Camp.”
“They work and train hard, and it’s only fitting they share all their hard work with the rest of the world.”
“It’s a win-win situation! We get to up our prank level, you get to see some truly hot guys exposed…”
“Starting with the Big Man on Camp-us himself, Percy Jackson!”
The brothers finished their grandstanding and gestured to the camera to follow them. They made their way to the lake, where Percy had just emerged from the water.
“Gods his abs are amazing, zoom in would you?” Travis whispered to the camera person. The camera zoomed in to Percy’s dripping torso, catching the water drops clinging to his defined pecs. It tracked a single descending droplet as it rolled over his abs, getting caught in the tuft of hair leading down into his shorts.
The camera shifted focus to his groin area, his tiny trunks clinging deftly to his thighs. Connor sucked in a huge amount of air as Percy picked the shorts out of his crotch, his bulge bouncing around. His shorts were so tight you could see his shrunken, but still very considerable length making an imprint.
Percy turned around to pick up his towel. This time all three of the Hermes kids present made a sound, as the wet and incredibly tight fabric stretched even tighter around his butt. The shorts were wedged deep in his crack, showing off the jiggle in his cheeks as he bounced around looking at his phone.
“Okay, I’m gonna put this prank into motion,” Travis said, as the camera reluctantly whipped around to the prank host. “My brother and I found some truly epic shorts that had lining that would dissolve when in water.”
“Shorts that would literally fall apart while in the water!” Connor interjected.
“I was getting to that, dumbass,” Travis said as he smacked his brother on the head. “Anyways, no one at camp would ever trust any clothes gifted by the Hermes kids…”
“Which is totally understandable.”
“And there’s no way we could convince Percy or any of his close friends to wear something at our suggestions—“
“—So we concocted a special lotion that has a similar effect!” Another thwack to Connor’s head.
“I’mtelling the viewers, not you Connor!” They glared at each other for a couple seconds before jumping back into the explanation.
“Anyways, all we need to do is put this lotion,” Travis gestured as he spread around the concoction in his hands. “In contact with the shorts. And the next time they get wet, well… bye-bye shorties.” He gave the camera an evil grin.
“Alright ready guys? Well, here we go,” Connor said as Travis walked away from the camera person who stayed hidden. They zoomed in and tracked him as he approached the still-dripping hero.
“Hey Perce, how’s it going?” Percy raised an eyebrow at the approaching Stoll brother. He knew something was up, but decided to humor him even if he knew he’d end up regretting it.
“Travis,” he nodded in acknowledgement.
“How’re you doing, man? Everything going swimmingly?” Travis cringed at his own horrible pun. Percy didn’t seem to notice.
“Uhh.. yeah sure. It’s nice out, got a good workout, probably gonna hop back in for another round,” Percy replied. He scratched his head, exposing a hairy pit and strong muscled bicep to the camera, looking like a perfectly carved sun-kissed statue.
“That’s good, that’s good. I was just walking around wondering how big your dick was!” Travis responded mischievously as he reached out with both hands and yanked the wet shorts to the ground, making sure his lotioned palms made as much contact as possible.
“Wha—Hey!” Percy blushed as his dick flopped out of its confinement. Travis bolted out of there as soon as the pants were down. He was a bit disappointed he couldn’t appreciate all of Percy’s manhood in its wet, dripping finery, but he knew it would be all on camera.
“Damn it Travis!” Percy yelled out angrily after the fleeing prankster. He was huddled over as best he could to hide his body, and hurriedly tried pulling up his shorts. The shorts still being soaked, and so tight to begin with, were a bit of a struggle and he had to bounce up and down to get it over the swell of his ass, his cock and balls jiggling around.
He quickly tucked himself into the shorts, and adjusted to a more comfortable position. Percy glanced around quickly making sure no one else saw him in his exposed state, and breathed a sigh of relief since it was just him, the lake, and the trees. Sure, there might be dryads and naiads around, but hopefully they weren’t paying attention since they’re typically so self-absorbed in the first place.
Percy let out an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes. “Knew I was gonna regret talking to Travis.” He rolled his shoulders back, and stretched out his arms. Travis had rejoined his siblings, and watched in anticipation as the next part of their prank would ensue.
With a clean dive, Percy was back in the lake. The Stolls had already discussed earlier with some of the naiads in Lake Half-Blood and got them to take part in their prank. The camera feed cut to an underwater shot, where some naiads were giggling with baited breath as they watched the handsome demigod take another swim.
The naiads had taken to Percy when he arrived at Camp Half-Blood as an adorable 12-year-old and now all these years later, were more than happy to help strip and embarrass the strapping young man. A couple of them waved to Percy libidinously, bubbles erupting as they giggled uncontrollably, as the lotion started to work its magic.
Percy gave them a puzzled look, but waved back out of confusion and politeness. The fact that he had the whole attention of the the naiads was lost on him, being so focused in his own thoughts. He felt something weird on his legs as he swam, but brushed it off as it being an overtly friendly fish or random piece of floating foliage.
If Percy had the sense to go with his instincts, he would have noticed the seams of his shorts splitting. The slits were forming on both sides, exposing more of his powerful thighs as the shorts continued opening. A couple more kicks and Percy was now skinny dipping in the middle of the lake. The naiad with the camera tried her best to capture all of his body, particularly focusing on his butt and the way it jiggled about as he kicked.
The pieces of the shorts floated away into the distance. A couple of the naiads began fighting over the scraps, a few more just laughed and drank in the view. All of this underwater ruckus finally caught Percy’s attention, and he turned around to see what the commotion was.
He saw a group of naiads fighting pretty intensely over a few pieces of fabric, which didn’t make sense. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the fabric scraps were the same color as his shorts. Percy’s jaw dropped as realization struck him, and he reluctantly pulled his eyes down upon his own body.
Yup. He was greeted to a view of his dick, floating in the water, exposed to the world and not tucked safely behind the modesty of his trunks. Percy glared at the naiads, and swam up to them.
“I would like my shorts back,” Percy said, his voice like steel as he stared them down. He held out a hand, in hopeful expectation.
“I think I speak for my cousins when I say we all prefer you like this,” one of them shot back. She made a pointed look towards his still exposed crotch, and smirked appreciatively. The others nodded.
Percy blushed, realizing he was still exposed. His hand that wasn’t outstretched shot down to preserve what little dignity he had left.
“Please?” He asked bashfully.
“We’ll think about it…”
“If you do us a favor!” One cut in. The others looked at her confusedly, but she held up a hand in a ‘trust me’ manner.
Meanwhile, up on shore, Connor and Travis and their sibling were looking at each other also in confusion. The trio were watching from above, seeing Percy and the naiads converse. They had only planned for Percy’s shorts dissolving, and had already stolen his towel and shirt so that Percy would be forced to make it back to his cabin either stark naked or wearing the little gift they left for him. But this naiad, she had surprised them all with this new additional favor.
“I don’t know about this,” said the camera person unsuredly.
“Me either,” Travis stated.
“Hey, the whole prank was to strip and embarrass Percy right?” Connor asked the two of them. They nodded. “Well, if she’s extending the duration of his nudity then it’s still mission accomplished right?” They nodded again, though less confidently. “I say we see where this goes. I mean, we all want to see what happens next, and there’s no way for us to put a stop to it while they’re under water anyways.”
“That’s true,” Travis replied. “Guess our viewers will be in for a treat once this is posted then!”
“Okay so let me get this straight. You want me to swim to that cave,” Percy pointed in the direction of the cave with his head, his hands protectively cupping his private parts. “And convince an octopus to let go of the stuff he stole from you.”
He could have sworn he felt something caress his butt, but a quick glance around revealed nothing. He raised his eyebrow suspiciously at the group of naiads, who only shrugged mischievously.
“That’s right,” she said.
“And why does he have your stuff? Do you even have stuff to own??”
The naiads rolled their eyes at the uninformed mortal. “Of coursewe have things. Clothes, hair accessories, stuff campers dropped accidentally in the lake… The point is, that unruly little thief stole them from us and he won’t listen to us, but maybe he’ll listen to a son of Poseidon.”
Gods, sometimes Percy hated his ability to talk to sea-life. He sighed, a stream of bubbles coming out of his nostrils, and swam down to the cave opening. He probably should have realized that his shorts were past saving, that they were just useless scraps of fabric, and that he would more than likely be running back to his cabin in his birthday suit, but that thought never occurred to him. All he knew was that he was naked, the naiads had his shorts, and he wanted them back.
“Hello? Mr. Octopus? Anyone home?”He was met with silence. Percy swam past the entrance, calling out to the octopus that supposedly lived in there. He had stopped cupping himself, and let his dick float freely, seeing as there was no one to laugh at him besides the possible octopus who had no semblance of human modestly. Little to his knowledge, the naiads had followed him and kept on filming, the enchanted camera set to work in all depths and darkness.
As he reached the biggest part of the cave, Percy saw a pile of miscellaneous items just lying around that he figured was the naiads’ stolen goods. He approached the pile, getting ready to grab as much as he could and deliver it back to the group. Just as he was about to scoop the items, he felt something slimy grip his ankle.
“Don’t touch that! It’s mine!”
“Listen buddy, these don’t belong to you and I know they don’t technically belong to the naiads out there either, but they can actually use these so I’m just gonna take these if that’s alright with yo—“
“No!”The tentacle that was wrapped around his ankle jerked him back, pulling him away from the pile with force.
Damn, this octopus is strong, Percy thought to himself. He tried to pry the coiled tentacle off his ankle, but another wrapped around both his wrists and pulled them above his head. He thrashed about, his junk flailing around, trying to get out of the octopus’ surprisingly tight grip. It dawned on him that this was probably not a small little lake octopus like he was anticipating.
He was right. When the bubbles subsided, he was facing a grown octopus. A very angry grown octopus. A tentacle wrapped around his other ankle, and forced him into a spread eagle position.
He felt a tentacle graze his butt, the tip prodding his tightly clenched asshole. Percy winced as a suction cup pulled off his butt cheek, knowing it would leave an embarrassing mark. Leo had shown him enough porn off the Dark Web to know that this was a situation that was not going to end well. Feeling another tentacle start to wrap around his cock, he concentrated with all his might to create a massive water blast to release himself.
The naiads scattered, trying to avoid getting caught in the burst and not get caught seen by the son of Poseidon. Now free from the perverted octopus’ grip, Percy blasted out of the cave and out of the lake. He didn’t even care about his shorts at this point. He was sexually assaulted by an octopus. He just wanted to curl in his bed and be done with this day.
Percy didn’t even bother to cover himself as he strode out of the water, much to the Stolls’ delight. They heard the blast from under the lake, and were back to recording knowing Percy’s embarrassment would still need to be captured on tape. They snickered as his cock and balls bounced around with his aggressive splashy steps.
“Gods fucking damn it, Travis!” Percy shouted out to the sky, noticing his shirt and towel were gone. Only his phone, his flip flops, and a small bunched up fabric. He sighed in relief, thinking he would at least have some kind of miniscule underwear to conceal himself. He willed the water off him, grabbed the fabric, and cursed under his breath.
What Percy held in his hands could only be described as a single strip of fabric, with a loop on one end and a ring with a pouch on the other. The loop was clearly supposed to go around the neck, and the uh…. Business into the pouch ring. Figuring some cover was better than no cover, Percy slipped the loop over his head, it snapping tight around his Adam’s apple, and stuffed his junk into the ring.
The Hermes kids still filming him were trying so hard not to expose themselves through their laughter. The sling didn’t really offer any protection for the hunky demigod. The fabric was stretched down the center of his body, pushing out his pecs slightly. His well-endowed penis, thanks to the cock ring, was jutting out obscenely and slightly lifted.
Percy knew he looked ridiculous, but he didn’t have much of a choice. Well, he could have not put on the sling, but there wasn’t much of a difference between nude and supposedly not. He looked around, still not seeing anyone nearby, and playfully swatted his bulge. He chuckled to himself as he watched it bounced around.
The Hermes kids were dying of laughter, watching Percy’s bulging pouch bounce around comically—by the own guy’s design too! The cameraperson could barely hold steady as the laughs overtook them. Travis gestured to his siblings and came out of their hiding spot and walked towards Percy.
“Ohhhh Percyyyyyy,” Travis called out in a singsong manner. Percy blushed as he turned and saw the Stoll brothers and one of their siblings approach him…. With a camera. His hands magnetized to his crotch, trying to keep his modesty.
“Love the outfit, man,” Connor teased. Percy had turned away from the camera, showing off his delectable ass to the viewers. The younger Stoll brother gave the cheek with the suction mark a firm spank, and laughed as the camera zoomed into the jiggling action.
“Hey!” Percy turned again, rubbing the stinging sensation with one hand. “And could you get that camera out of here?” He reached out in an attempt to push the camera away, which only resulted in Travis taking the opportunity to prod his bulge, watching the thing bounce around.
In a frustrated but totally manly by his definition yelp, Percy grabbed his phone and flip flops and ran back to the cabins, his ass cheeks bouncing to the delight of the still-laughing pranksters filming his every move.
“How’s that for elevated pranks?” Connor said finally done with his laughter.
“Just wait til he finds out we locked his cabin from the inside and he has to get a key from Mr. D,” Travis said, wiping a tear from his eye. “Anyways, thanks for joining us! Hopefully this prank was more to your liking.”
“Don’t forget to subscribe, like, and share!”
“Especiallyshare.”
“We got more great content, and more hot guys being exposed and embarrassed coming up soon.”
“Yeah, and also leave a comment as to which of us has the better ass, because we may not have cake like Percy, but I still want to know people like my behind better than Connor’s.”