Chapter 4: The Daughters of Ares

“Clarisse, I really don’t think-!” “Sure, I’m game.” As one of Clarisse’s friends tries to get her to back down again, Percy cuts her off. His eyes never leave Clarisse’s face though, staring down the statuesque blonde even as he agrees to her challenge. In that moment, he doesn’t dare break eye contact with Clarisse, meeting her gaze with his own. And yet, he’s vaguely aware of the other three daughters of Ares all gawking at him in the background, forced to pick their jaws up off of the floor where they’ve dropped in response to his willingness to play along. Ya know, if he didn’t know any better, he’d think that Clarisse and her friends… or rather, her half-sisters as he now knew, hadn’t ever actually put anyone through this new and improved ‘initiation’. Of course, to her credit, Clarisse doesn’t give even a hint of that as she grins at him wolfishly, taking his consent and running with it. Hand still on his crotch, Clarisse steps in even closer, the statuesque blonde crowding even further into his personal space. She’s clearly trying to make him feel small, and given her stature it probably worked with most guys and girls alike. But Percy was just as tall as she was, and able to meet her at directly eye level, much to her chagrin. Still… “Start the clock.” “R-Right.” As one of the others presses a button on a wristwatch, Clarisse wastes no time pulling his cock out of the confines of his pants, yanking it into the open air. While the others gape at his size, she just lets loose a low whistle, acting impressed but also confident, like he’s good but she’s seen better. At the same time, she roughly strokes his shaft up and down, going just slowly enough that Percy gets hard from it… but not much better than that. If she thinks she’s going to make him cum in a minute just like that, she’s got another thing coming. Maybe if he were into that sort of thing, but frankly, he’s not. That doesn’t stop Clarisse from trying though, the blonde’s eyes glittering as she leans in nice and close, her hot breath going across her ear. “Like that, new blood? Be a good little boy, cum for me… and there’ll be more where that came from.”

Cute. And probably tempting to some of the guys who ended up in this situation… if Percy wasn’t the first, like he was beginning to suspect. Honestly, if Clarisse was on the up and up, she’d probably make some bottom very happy being their top. But somehow… somehow, looking her in the eye, Percy didn’t get that impression from her. No, what he saw in the daughter of Ares’ eyes as she jerked him off was something… uniquely desperate. Hungry. Eager to please. Not that he thought she’d ever admit as much if he called her out on it. So… Percy says nothing. And before Clarisse knows it, her minute has come and gone. “Time!” Snarling at his lack of reaction, Clarisse pulls away, letting the next of her friends step up to the plate. As the minutes go by, Percy finds himself becoming more intimately aware of the other three girls. He still doesn’t learn their names, none of them seeing fit to give them to him, but he at least begins to acknowledge their features. One is dark-skinned, a mocha color with her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. She sidles up to him just like Clarisse did but tries a different tact, giving him a smile as she strokes his cock far more gently. She doesn’t say a word though, and it’s all too easy to ignore her… minimalistic efforts for the minute she has to ply her technique. Next up is a red head with freckles. She’s the first to drop to her knees, applying a bit of her saliva to his cock and using BOTH hands to stroke him off. She’s also the one to get him to full mast, something Percy knows the other girls all notice as he grows even bigger in her hands. Yes Clarisse and nameless flunky, he wasn’t fully erect while you were jacking him off. Suck it. The fourth and last to go in the first round of things is a brunette. She doesn’t do anything special, just copying what the red head did. But knowing that her friend got results doesn’t mean she’s suddenly going to make him cum at the fourth minute or anything like that. All of them are certainly trying to pass themselves off as tough as nails Amazons, each in their own way. But Percy… Percy has no issue withstanding their efforts, and before they know it, four minutes has come and gone and it’s Clarisse’s turn again. “Hmph… alright, I can admit it. I underestimated you, new blood.” Percy does finally react ever so slightly… in mild surprise when Clarisse drops to her knees as well, proving to be capable of some form of humility. Of course, the reason why becomes obvious a moment later when she really starts to put her back into it… namely by gripping his cock at the base with one hand, fondling his balls with the other, and sucking on the first half of his length with her mouth. As the statuesque blonde begins to give him sloppy toppy, Percy blinks, not expecting her to go this far this fast. But it quickly becomes apparent that that bit of desperation he caught in her the first time around hasn’t gone anywhere. No, rather… Clarisse needs to make him cum. She wants to be the one who makes him explode, even if that means having to use her mouth. Maybe she never thought he’d cum in the first four minutes. Maybe that was why she was willing to go first, because she thought he would last through the others as well, allowing her to make him cum in the fifth, halfway through. But no… Percy didn’t think so. Clarisse’s overconfidence and arrogance were proving to be her undoing. It’s clear she expects this to be the end, but just like previously, her expectations are blown out of the water. Percy has already decided… he’s not going to cum. This isn’t about pleasure. This isn’t even about the sex. This is a challenge, a competition even, and Percy Jackson is in it to fucking win. He can’t necessarily say where the sudden well of inner strength comes from. He’s never had more than a handjob before this, and that was like an hour ago at the hands of one Annabeth Chase. He was still a virgin… and yet here he was, having zero issue resisting the attempts of Clarisse and her friends. They all try everything to make him blow his load as the next set of four minutes goes by. The other three follow Clarisse’s lead, not seeming to have any idea how to advance their technique or catch him by surprise in a way that will make him suddenly climax. Instead, as four minutes becomes eight, it’s obvious they’re getting… desperate. As the brunette pulls back and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, looking between his spit-polished mast and his face with an expression of wonder and awe, Percy watches, waiting for Clarisse to come back in. Her and her dark-skinned friend, if they keep things going in the same order as before, each of them get one more attempt. Of course, Clarisse chooses that moment to angrily growl out an order. “You first! I’ll go last!” For a moment, the other daughter of Ares looks like she might protest. But one look from her leader silences the young woman. There’s a reason Clarisse is the only one who’s name he knows, even after all four girls have sucked him off for a minute each. Almost resigned, Clarisse’s toady kneels down and takes Percy back in her mouth one last time.

To her credit, she does give it her all. Though there’s a note of her trying to impress him instead this time, her big brown eyes staring up into his gaze almost soulfully as she dives further down his cock than ever before. “Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!” It’s still not enough, of course. But at least she tries. For that, Percy gives her his undivided attention, even as he sees some movement from Clarisse out of the corner of his eye. And then the timer goes off, and her turn is over. Finally looking up at Clarisse again, Percy’s brow raises high upon his forehead at the sight of the blonde Amazon, sans top. Wearing absolutely nothing, Clarisse has exposed not just her muscular arms and chiseled abs, but also her bust. Her breasts are bigger than Percy would have thought, and she’d clearly had them wrapped down with bandages under her shirt to conceal their true size. “Had to bring out the big guns for you, new blood. Best be grateful.” Percy almost asks if she means her arms or her tits, but he’s managed to get by without saying a word so far during this challenge, so he maintains his silence. Growling at his lack of response, Clarisse stomps forward and drops to her knees one last time. Then, she puts ‘the big guns’ to use… namely by wrapping her large tits around Percy’s dick. The blonde tries her best to get him off with her breasts alone, providing Percy with his first ever boobjob, while also drooling down into her cleavage and even licking at the tip of his throbbing member whenever it pushes out of the top of her chest. She’s really giving it her all, and Percy has to admit… he’d be impressed, if it wasn’t all so… damn… desperate. Clarisse’s movements get more and more frantic as time marches on, not a single sound leaving Percy’s mouth while the seconds count down. She growls and curses under her breath, glaring up at him angrily as though the force of her raw fury alone was supposed to make him spontaneously cum… or spontaneously combust, one or the two. Hell, maybe both. Heh, cum-bust. Percy can’t help the goofy grin that spreads across his face at his own stupid internal joke, but of course Clarisse sees it and thinks he’s grinning at her. “You bastard! D-Don’t look down on me! I’ll fucking-!” “Time!” The timer goes off as the other daughter of Ares calls out, causing Clarisse to stall mid-word as her eyes go wide and her jaw goes slack. It’s clear she never thought he would last the full ten minutes. Truth be told, Percy’s still not sure how he lasted so long with all of them trying so hard to make him cum too. But somehow, he thinks he could continue to hold back his release for as long as he wanted. Pulling his cock free of Clarisse’s tits, Percy tucks it back into his boxers and pants, despite still being rock hard. He honestly doesn’t mind that he’s blue-balled himself… it is what it is, and he’ll get some relief some other way later. As he’d previously told himself, this wasn’t about the sex… it was about the challenge. A challenge he’d handily won, defying all of their expectations. “We done here?” Clarisse’s mouth opens and closes for a few seconds wordlessly before she finally finds her voice. Sputtering in outrage, the topless blonde leaps to her feet, sending her tits bouncing all over the place. “E-Excuse me?!” Percy just gives Clarisse a casual smile, one that tells her flat out… she’s not worth his time. “I said… are we done here?” The blonde’s muscles bulge as she clenches her fists and grinds her jaw. Her face goes bright red, and Percy wonders if he’s about to have to fist fight a topless girl. “You know what-!” “The only answer that should come out of your mouth right now is ‘Yes we are’, Clarisse.” Before she can finish her sentence, another blonde makes her presence known, a familiar voice leading Percy’s gaze over to the form of Annabeth Chase, her arms crossed over her chest as she stares at Clarisse with a narrowed eyed look. Before Clarisse can do anything but whip around to face the other girl, Annabeth continues on, her tone quite matter-of-fact about things. “Unless, that is, you four would rather I go to the Director with what I’ve just caught you all doing.” “He agreed to the challenge!” “Do you think Hestia will see it that way? Especially when I’ve caught you all trespassing in the men’s bathroom… again?” That gets Clarisse and co to finally back down. Percy blinks as they all file out. Wait, did that mean that he WASN’T the first new camper that the foursome had tried their new ‘initiation ritual’ on? Man, he was still so confused. Before he can ask Annabeth what she knows about all of that though, the smaller, lither blonde grabs him by the hand and pulls him out of the bathroom, clearly not inclined to stay in the men’s restroom any longer herself. Before he knows it, she’s pulled him all the way behind one of the many cabins lining the camp and pushed him up against the back wall. Percy blinks, as Annabeth drops to her knees and begins fiddling with his pants, pulling his cock, still fully erect, out once more. “What are you doing?” Looking slightly flustered, but also as clinical as she was back in the camp infirmary, Annabeth begins to stroke and lick his cock. In between such licking, she explains. “Those four are menaces, one and all. I’m glad you won their challenge, but your reward for doing so shouldn’t be to suffer. Besides… it’s my fault that they got to you in the first place. I got distracted and I should have been keeping an eye out.” That wasn’t entirely fair, Percy wanted to say. He was the one who outright asked for some space. Annabeth had been doing as he asked by giving it to him. But he doesn’t say that… mostly because he can tell she’s just making excuses so she can get down on her knees and suck his cock. Which is weird, but also kind of hot. Not that her technique is any more amazing than what the daughters of Ares brought to the table. Her oral efforts are more or less technically sound, and quite efficient… but nothing to write home about. And yet, Percy gets the impression that she’s almost desperate to make him cum, just like Clarisse was. So desperate in fact, that she just might offer him something more than her mouth, if he chose to continue holding back his release for a little while longer…