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The Hermes cabin and all its inhabitants old and new were gathered around a campfire. It was tradition once a demigod got claimed – whether it was by Hermes himself or even a minor god – like a sort of welcome and send off all in one go. Tonight, it was the claiming of two Hermes kids. They weren’t related, though now they knew they were, but they arrived to camp at the same time.
Travis Stoll, home from college for the summer, was regaling his wild tales from the past quarter. The actual kids had long gone to bed and now all that was left was the older campers. Thank gods Chiron and Mr. D. loosened up some of their tighter camp rules. They had snacks and drinks – not actual drinks of course – and great conversation.
“So what do you want to know about being a Hermes kid?” Travis asked, leaning into his two new brothers.
“Everything?” Kole asked. He was slim with sharp grey eyes that had made them original think he was one of Athena’s. “The whole spiel we got was that demigods have dangerous lives. But you’re clearly in college and I’ve literally just been claimed halfway into my senior year. Hasn’t been so dangerous lately.”
“Same,” Andy chimed in. He scooted up on the marble bench he was seated on. His cargo shorts rode up his thick pole vaulter thighs. “Just turned 18 and outside of some maybe strange things that I’ve seen as a kid that I think were probably monsters, I’ve never been in danger.”
“Did you just say you’ve turned 18?” Connor shot up. There was a glimmer in his eye that wasn’t the firelight. It was a look that every child of Hermes got, and one that other campers were more than familiar with. It was the telltale signs of mischief brewing. “Oooooh, they’re 18 y’all.”
Connor’s smile cracked wide and toothy on his face. His siblings joined in the oohing. Kole and Andy looked around nervously. Neither of them knew what was going on. The Hermes cabin was riling themselves up, practically drumming on their knees, though that could have just been their ADHD.
Travis leaned back and shook his head with a smile. “Alright, alright. Let’s not scare our new brothers now… too much.” He winked and made the others laugh. “You’ll see eventually.”
“See what?”
“Our father’s…”
“Blessing,” Connor interrupted. The sarcasm dripped off the word so heavily it could almost fall into the fire. “Most gods have a variation of it for their kids.”
“Aphrodite makes her children insanely gorgeous for like a week or whatever,” Travis continued. “Ares swells them up like they’re on steroids without any of the adverse side effects. Trust me on that. I’ve seen Frank.” The Hermes cabin laughed again at his joke.
“And dear old dad of ours… well. He’s known for a lot of things. Mischief being one of the top three.”
Andy and Kole took it all in. The other cabin members were snickering, making them feel uneasy.
“So what does a god of mischief’s blessing look like?” Andy asked, clearing his throat.
“A prank.”
“Of the most epic proportions.”
“You’re saying our dad pranks us as a blessing?” Kole jumped in. “That makes no sense! What kind of blessing is that to be embarrassed?”
“Are you sure you’re not Athena’s kid?” someone joked. More laughs echoed around the fire, making him blush.
“The gods do as they choose to,” Travis said simply. There was an air to his voice that hid something deeper beneath his aloof nature. “We’ve come a long way since what I can remember but they’re never going to be perfect.”
They sat in silence for a while, letting his words linger. The two new cabinmates were clearly missing a lot of context. The slightly somber mood quickly lightened and they went back to listening to Travis’ nearly too good to be true sounding college stories.
While Andy was quick to fall into the rhythm of ribbing of playful nature of the other Hermes kids, Kole kept a little more to himself. The gears in his head turned, thinking about the nature of this so-called blessing. Why 18? What kind of prank awaited him? When would it happen? Would he have to be fearful of something happening for the rest of his life until it happened?
A harpy screeched in the distance. One hour until final curfew. Kole turned to Travis, who was in the middle of a story about putting superglue in his art professor’s, and asked, “What was your blessing from Dad like?”
Travis stopped mid-sentence. He looked at the others, who chuckled. His face grew hot and not from the fireglow. “If I go, so does everyone else. Got it?” They all nodded along. This was just part of being a Hermes kid after all. “Alright, so get this. A couple of years ago, when I just turned 18….”
***
Travis was showering. He had done his routine check: inspect the shampoo. Lock the doors. Close the blinds. Make sure he had spare clothes. As a Hermes kid, he knew the dangers of stripping down and letting his guard down since he often wrought embarrassment to others too. Everything was clear tonight.
His hands ran through his hair, lathering the soap through the grime he had acquired from the day. Once he was covered head to toe in soapy suds, Travis made a move to step back into the water when he heard a groaning sound. His first thought was that it was just the pipes – he had no idea how old Camp Half-Blood was, but it had to be ancient right?
He ignored it and took a step forward when he heard it again. This time it was accompanied by a slight rumble under his feet. He could feel the tiles underhim shake. That couldn’t be good. He hoped the camp wasn’t under attack. It wouldn’t be great if he had to fight a battle still covered in soap.
Travis waited for a second, then two. Everything seemed fine. He stepped under the water and rinsed the soap out of his face. He lifted his pits, scrubbing under them and getting them minty fresh. Then the building shook. He cursed under his breath, wiping off the suds as fast he could.
For some reason, his face wasn’t clearing. He could feel the bubbles still on his face, blocking his vision. This was definitely not good. He had done a triple check on everything. His facewash was untampered with before he got in the shower, he made sure of it. Yet, here he was, still trying to get it off his face.
All of a sudden he heard gasps. Then laughter. Something was definitely off because he had locked the door to the showers for some privacy and only other head counselors had the keys. The amount of laughs he was hearing was far more than just a few dozen. It sounded like it was the entire camp.
Travis managed to get the soap away from his eyes at least. He blinked as they adjusted to his surroundings. He wasn’t in the shower anymore. No, Travis was standing in the middle of camp, the exact center of where all the cabins were built around, wearing nothing but what he was in the shower. That is to say, only a few dissolving bits of suds were left on his otherwise bare body.
Travis was completely naked in front of the entire camp.
He had been the perpetrator of more than a few shower pranks. He had been victim to some too. But none were on this level or scale of embarrassment. He blushed hard and moved to cover his exposed dick with his hands. The only trouble was, they were stuck to his hair.
It was like his shampoo had turned into glue instantly despite doing a substance check on it as well. Travis yanked, flexing his toned muscles with all his might as he tried to remove his hands from his head. His dick bounced wildly with his motions, sending the camp into an uproar.
He blushed furiously, whipping around trying to single out who did this. Any child of Hermes would always gladly take credit for their work. None came. He hunched over himself as best he could, but that still wasn’t able to cover his dick. Nor were his legs able to hide them either.
Travis cursed under his breath and ran. Or at least he tried to. His legs tensed up and flexed as if they were about to, but then when the time came to move his feet were firmly planted to the floor. He nearly lost his balance in his attempt.
Now he was truly stuck. Hands on his head, feed bolted through the ground, dick and ass out for everyone to see, this was clearly not the work of just one camper. The blush traveled down his neck, heating up his entire body as everyone around him laughed.
In this moment he was grateful for exactly two things: the fact that it wasn’t that cold out, and that demigods didn’t have access to their phones at camp.
Travis stood there, blushing up a storm, unable to hide his nudity. The soap had all but dissolved or fallen off him by this point, leaving him with truly nothing to hide with. He looked around, at all the people laughing, pointing, soaking in his bare body and reveling in his exposure. There was one person who made his eyes bug out.
Standing at the back, right by his half-brothers and sisters at their cabin door, was his dad. Hermes had a big smile on his face as he rested on his caduceus. He tipped his pith helmet, making the wings flutter. Then he was gone – and Travis could move again. Mostly.
He fell on his stomach instantly, the momentum of trying to move finally carrying forward. The crowd’s laughter only increased as they saw his tight little tushy jiggle slightly from the impact. His hands were still stuck in his hair, and likely would continue to be until Hermes decided.
Travis used his elbows and his legs to push himself up, struggling a bit with his hands incapacitated. It was not lost on him that he had basically put himself in a very compromising position with his ass spread to do so. Once he was on one knee, he bolted upright.
He ran for the Hermes cabin, blushing hot as his dick flounced around wildly. “Let me in, I’m not in the mood!” Travis yelled as he approached. He saw the mischievous glint in his siblings eyes too late. Of course they weren’t going to let him in.
Travis spent the entire rest of the day with his hands stuck in his head. Mr. D did make him get dressed though. Just his luck that all his clothes went “mysteriously missing” and the only thing that was on his bunk were New York City marathon booty shorts. A parting gift from Hermes, naturally.
***
Kole’s jaw dropped. Even Andy was stunned. The other Hermes kids just laughed at travis’ expense. His face blushed at his recounting of his blessing.
“You’re telling me that Hermes just plopped you naked in front of the entire camp?”
“Are all his blessings like this?”
“Yuuuuup,” Connor nodded aggressively. “When I turned 18… it was a doozy.”
***
Connor was getting into a heated debate with Benson, a son of Nike. He claimed that he was faster because Hermes was the messenger of the gods and he had to be quick and fast to deliver messages. Benson argued that he would win because Nike was the goddess of victory and they always won in the end.
“Dude, there is absolutely no way you’re faster just because your mom lets you win battles.”
“She doesn’t let us win, we’re just naturally that good!”
“Yeah, sure whatever. I think the only way to settle this is with a race ourselves.”
Benson’s eyes lit up. A challenge was one of the few things a child of Nike could never refuse. Any chance to show their prowess and claim victory was always enticing to them. It helped that Connor had put itching powder down his pants a few days ago and he was now itching to put him in his place.
“Race to the lake. We go all around the camp perimeter, before shooting down the middle. First one in the water wins.”
“You’re on, Benny.” Benson rolled his eyes.
They got in position, crouching on the floor like real Olympic runners. On the count of three they got set, lifted, and bolted. The two of them moved unnaturally fast, faster than regular humans could be able to. They were neck and neck, matched equally in speed and drive.
Connor dug down deep and pushed a little harder. They were about halfway around the perimeter of the camp now. He started to get the lead, but just barely. With a determined scrunched up face, he pushed even harder and took a clear lead, at least one body length ahead of his competitor.
Benson’s eyes widened, but not because he lost the lead. Connor’s clothes were ripping. It was small at first, hardly noticeable. But the longer they ran, the more the tears were starting to show. It was as if the fabric was ripping off his body, exposing bits of skin until Benson was staring at Connor’s bare ass.
Connor kept running, completely unaware. He was in the lead. He was in the zone. He was going to prove that he was faster, and show up Benson. And he was going to do it naked, apparently. More of his clothes were coming off, tearing and trailing behind him like party streamers before they got whisked into the wind.
By the time they got around the camp and were now coming down hot through the center field, Connor was completely naked. Campers alike whipped their heads as he passed, first out of curiosity, then in amazement as he streaked the entire field.
For as much as people thought they were twins, Connor could not have been more different than Travis. Not two years ago, they had seen Travis in all his glory and now followed his brother. He was thinner and leaner, his muscles sinewy but still capable of putting up a fight when it came down to it. His calves were more firm, his hitting the grass hard as he ran.
Everyone’s attention was on his dick, flopping wildly and without care. They were amazed at how he didn’t even notice, considering how loud the slapping sounds were as it hit his legs from side to side. The thing was long and pendulous, surprisingly girthy too. His balls were quite heavy, only adding to the loud sounds of skin clapping as he ran.
Chiron and Mr. D were playing pinochle on the patio of the Big House as Connor zipped by. Chiron nearly spit out his tea while Mr. D fell over, laughing up a riot as he held his stomach. He knew instantly who had played this not-so-little prank on the younger Stoll sibling.
“His own son! Can you believe it!”
“Hermes certainly does have a way with his kids.”
They shared a laugh as Connor made his way past and was booking it for the lake. Benson was not far behind. He still couldn’t believe his eyes. Frankly, he still couldn’t believe that Connor hadn’t noticed anything wrong at all. Not the stares, not the breeze, not even the few campers who all but screamed, “Holy crap he’s naked!”
Connor’s feet hit the sandy shore of the lake. He yelled out in celebration. He had this in the bag. His arms were raised as yelled out a large “Yahoo!” and dove into the lake. He had won. He splashed out of the water, smiling broadly at Benson who stood at the shore.
“Told ya I was faster! Hermes one, Nike zerooooo oooooo .”
Benson rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. He didn’t look as frustrated or angry as most Nike kids when they lost. Instead he looked cocky, confident, like he was in on some joke. Connor didn’t like that.
“Well, why’re you still in the water? Go ahead and revel in your victory, oh demigod of speed!” Benson teased. “Or are you enjoying skinny dipping that much?”
Connor paused. What did he mean by…. He suddenly felt a bit chillier. He should have felt some weight from the water, sticking his clothes to his body, not.. Nothing. He looked down, nearly choking on his own spit as he saw water dripping down his abs, his cock, his everything.
“What the heck did you do, cheater!” Connor pointed a finger in accusation. He realized that he still hadn’t covered himself up and turned bright pink as he slapped one hand over his crotch. “What did you do to my clothes?”
“I didn’t do anything! You ran and they ripped. Ask any of your prankster siblings why don’t you?”
Connor scowled. He wasn’t sure whether to come out of the water and face the growing crowd of campers laughing at him, or back up even deeper and wait it out until everyone left. He decided he didn’t care if he got pruny. He wasn’t going to let anyone else see his naked body anymore.
He retreated deeper into the lake, until it came to his belly button. Now no one would see anymore of him than if he were just taking a regular swim. That is, until a naiad swam up by him. She was joined by another. Their giggles came out in bubbles as they gave each other the signal.
The plan was to wait it out. Everyone would get bored and he’d be able to run back to the cabin without more people seeing him naked. Connor was a surprisingly patient guy, it was possible. If only the naiads hadn’t suddenly launched a spout of water, with him right at the center of it. He yelped and tried to brace himself.
His arms were spread apart, as were his legs. The water shifted in a way that revealed his body, but kept his limbs trapped and flailing. Connor was mortified as he was forcefully bared in front of the entire camp, bouncing up and down on the controlled waterspout and making his dick flop.
He saw his dad standing on the porch of the Big House, right next to Chiron and Mr. D. Hermes waved and raised a glass, cheersing with the two leaders of the camp as they laughed at Connor’s nakedness.
***
Andy stared blankly into the fire. Kole was just as shell shocked as his new brother. The other Hermes kids didn’t seem to think much of it, laughing and joking at Connor’s expense. Travis wedged his way in between them.
“It’s not that bad, it happens to all of us.”
“How is getting stripped naked not that bad?” Kole asked incredulously. “I’d prefer not to be naked in front of people. Ever!” Andy nodded vehemently in agreement.
“It’s just part of the territory,” Connor shrugged. “Monsters, magic, nakedness. And if it wasn’t dad doing it, it’d be one of us. Especially with two cuties like you guys!” He laughed with a wink, making both of them blush.
“You want to know who had it bad? Luke Castellan.”
The whole cabin got quiet, only the fire’s crackle continued. There was a chill in the air as Travis proceeded to elaborate. “Now, Luke’s a complicated guy in the history of camp. We can talk more about the Titan War later, for now let’s keep it light. And trust me, if you’d seen this guy’s hair, you’d know what I meant.”
They all laughed, letting the awkward silence wash away as they settled in for Travis’ tale.
***
Luke snuck out of the cabin. He was meeting with a couple of Hephaestus campers, guys who were sick and tired of the shitty treatment their dad gave them. They were so close to joining him, he just needed to stroke their egos a bit more.
He had come to Emille and Han with a project. He labeled it as an impossible project, something that could never be built. They eagerly accepted the challenge. What he wanted was something that would subdue a monster (or demigod) and incapacitate them without killing them.
He could hear the lumbering of the metal as it walked itself to their meeting spot in the forest. Luke’s brow arched as he saw it. It was a clunky thing. Smoking and rumbling. Not very good for subtlety which he needed, but that could be worked on when they made their move and left camp.
“I thought I told you I wanted it to be easily hidden,” Luke scowled. “Not… whatever this is.”
“It’s just a test model. Just to show it works,” Emille explained. “All we have to do is cover it in some shrubs, wait for a satyr or a dryad to accidentally wander in and…”
“Snap!” Han jumped in, clapping his dusty dirty hands together. “They’re trapped indefinitely.”
“How long is indefinitely?”
“Until we hit the release button on this.” Emille held up a tiny little remote, far more sleek looking than the machine itself. Han chuckled.
Luke didn’t get whatever inside joke was going on between them and he didn’t really care. He crossed his arms, tucking Backbiter away. He leaned in close, inspecting the machine. As with Hephaestus child construction, it looked solid. It was quiet, which he was concerned about with all those gears and pipes sticking out of it, but it seemed to only be loud during transport.
He continued to inspect it, trying to figure out how exactly it would trap someone. He walked in a circle, looking over any inch and corner. Every gear, every valve. He was no mechanical engineer, but he did like to know how things worked. Especially if they were going to be the tools he used in the upcoming war.
“Wait, Luke don’t!” Han warned, but it was too late.
Luke had come too close to its sensor, and stepped within range. Instantly the machine unfolded itself and surrounded him from all ends. He didn’t even have time to pull Backbiter out before it snapped shut like a dome over him.
“Hey!” He banged on the walls. “Let me out! Hit the release button!”
“We’re trying! We’re trying!” Emille yelled back. He was pressing the remote button over and over but nothing was happening. He and Han were in a panic as the metal box began to shift.
“What the hell is this!” Luke’s head suddenly emerged from the top of the box. It continued to rearrange itself, moving his limbs around until he was suspended on his stomach. His hands popped out of the front, and his feet – sans shoes – came out the back end.
“I-I don’t know. It was just supposed to create a cage, not whatever this is!” The two sons of Hephaestus were in a panic trying to figure out the machine and why it was going against their schematics.
Luke growled, fighting as best he could in his trappings. He knew he looked ridiculous. With his head poking out of a box. His camp necklace clanged against the walls as he struggled. His sock clad feet tried to kick but his legs were trapped.
“Do you hear a whirring?” Han asked, tilting his head up. They quieted. It was faint, but growing louder, a humming kind of sound. Like a saw. Then there was ripping noises. Luke’s eyes widened and a blush began to heat his scarred face. “Luke? Are you okay?”
They looked over at him in concern. “Is that… fabric?”
Sure enough, the bottom hatch of the box had opened up. Luke’s body was still locked in suspension by the rest of the box. They looked down in confusion as they saw scraps of fabric flutter to the forest floor. Emille and Han got into a squat to inspect the mechanics from underneath, both of them falling over when they saw Luke’s naked body in all its dangling glory.
They both turned towards each other in shock, their jaws could not have dropped any lower. “Gods damn it, get me out of here!” Luke struggled valiantly in his restraints. His muscles flexed and bulged. His dick flopped around as he shook, succeeding in doing absolutely nothing of merit. “What kind of pervert machine did you make?”
“Well the saws were us,” Han said, staring absolutely shell-shocked. “Meant to cut through monster skin, armor if needed.”
“We just didn’t think it would cut through clothes,” Emille said. “It’s fascinating. The trap seems to have taken a mind of itself, working through our original build and doing something new.” They both yelped, startled by the machine moving again.
Luke was rearranged once more. No longer was he being held horizontally. The blood rushed out of his face as he was erected upright. He was still blushing though, now giving them a better glimpse of his thick dick nestled underneath a well trimmed bush.
The machine pulled his arms back, forcing his chest outwards. His legs were spread, putting him in nearly an X position. Then it lifted itself up on its legs and began to walk. Luke was blushing deeply, whispering curses at Emille and Han as it loudly trudged through the forest.
“Where the hell is this going?” he hissed. “Get me out now !” He continued to strain, pulling himself and trying to wriggle. He only succeeded in shaking his dick around. He collapsed, hanging and out of breath.
The machine was walking towards the main part of camp. Luke was panicked now. His face completely hot as the edge of the forest started to clear. In a few feet, he’d be completely visible. There weren’t many people out this late at night, but with how loud the machine was, it wouldn’t be much to wake the others.
It only got worse from there. The machine tilted him backwards. He thought it was going to put him horizontally again, this time on his back, but he was mistaken. It kept him reclined. The clamps that held his legs apart started to whir. His eyes got big and wide as they started to lift his legs.
They were elevated, and continued to push even higher. Luke grunted, feeling the burn in the backs of his thighs as his flexibility was tested. He could feel his ass spread unwillingly, flashing his hole to anyone who would see. The whirring came to a stop, locking him in this position.
Luke was bent over. His knees practically by his ears. The blush on his face had spread down to his chest. Never in his life had he been this humiliated, this exposed. And it was only going to get worse. The machine walked him, loudly stomping and wheezing, into the very middle of the cabins.
He groaned as the machine slammed down on the ground, its legs disappearing into its body. The ground shook. Lights were turning on,campers rushed out of their cabins on full alert. All of them paused when they saw Luke Castellan, completely naked and trapped in some machine, planted right where everyone could see.
No matter the angle, they could all get a good look at his dick, and his ass and especially his pink little hole spread out and winking for all of them. It matched the pink tone on his face as he tried to bury himself in his arms to hide his embarrassment.
Then the machine whirred once again. Emille and Han’s eyes nearly popped out of their socket. Luke’s face flushed hard as two robot arms emerged. One aimed at his ass, the other at his mouth. Before he could even protest, both were shoved right up there, plugging him instantly. They pistoned in and out, earning loud muffled moans from the Hermes counselor.
Luke was mortified. His eyes watered as he was brought to heights of pleasure he didn’t know existed; the one in his ass seemingly pressing and rubbing against every sweet spot it knew. He was deeply ashamed that his cock started to rise, hardening to the sounds of everyone’s shocked whispers and laughter.
Before he lost himself to ecstasy, he noticed out of the corner of his eye, his father standing there with a sly smile. He blinked and Hermes was gone. Luke scowled, trying to ignore the heat in his body, the thrusting in his mouth and his, and his hard cock. It would only be a matter of time before he made the gods pay.
***
“Funnily enough,” Travis said with a small chuckle. “That was the last time a lot of us saw Luke. Well, I mean before…”
He let the sentence die and quickly moved on. He put a reassuring hand on Kole and Andy’s shoulders, both of them completely frozen with shock. “It won’t be that bad. Not as bad as Luke’s anyway. He was unique among us, one who actually got a quest from our dad and everything. You guys will probably just lose your clothes somehow and that’ll be it!”
That was not a comforting thought to either of them.
“Or, it won’t even be as outlandish as what we’ve said so far. Remember Chris Rodriguez’s blessing?”
The Hermes cabin nodded along, snickering. Their eyes twinkled. Kole noticed a couple of his half-siblings directed their gaze right to him and Andy, looking them over as if wondering what they’d look like naked.
“What happened to him?”
***
Chris walked into the Hermes cabin after a prolonged training session with Clarisse. She always managed to make him feel sore all over not even minutes after they finished. He groaned, hobbling to his bed and collapsing into it with a loud exhale.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, resting his hands on his stomach. In. Out. In. Out. There were some birds chirping nearby. He could hear the rustle of the wind through the open window, and the gossip from the Aphrodite cabin next door.
Wait. He flew up in his bed, groaning a bit at the contraction of his abs. The cabin was quiet? He looked around. Sure enough, no one was inside. That was nearly unheard of for the Hermes cabin. There was always someone or multiple someones in it. Never any privacy.
Until now.
Sore as he was, Chris was going to let this opportunity go to waste. He shucked off his pants and underwear, kicking them to some pile by the foot of his bed. He nestled in, tucking in his pillow behind his back. His cock flopped out, resting lazily against his thigh.
Chris quickly took his shaft in his hand, pumping at it hard and fast. It got hard nearly instantly. He tugged up his camp shirt, letting his ample pecs breathe for a bit. His balls slapped aggressively as he jerked off. His free hand wandered his torso, focusing a bit on his sensitive nipples.
His entire arm burned after so much sword training, but now was the time to train his other sword. He didn’t even know the last time he had jerked off. He never had any alone time. Certainly not in the cabin and not in the showers. Mr. D had made it very clear that the only thing going down the shower drains should be water and not any other bodily fluids.
Chris sunk into the bed. It began to creak under his manic movements. He hissed and bit his lip, trying to keep his moans and groans to a minimum. Just because he was alone in the cabin didn’t mean no one could hear him if he got too vocal. He focused on his cock, its thick brown shaft dripping with pre.
He was so close already. All he needed was a little extra push. He stared intently at his crotch, watching his fist fly up and down. He subtly started to hump into his hand, fucking into his fingers lightly by gyrating his hips just so. He whined as he approached orgasm.
So close. So so close. Just a little bit more and – Chris came with a gasp. His eyes shut and his lips parted as he bucked. He didn't stop jerking off, not until every last drop left and his chest was drenched in the sticky stuff.
Chris breathed heavily, his head resting back against the wall. Then he heard a snicker. There was a few giggles. He slowly opened his eyes, not wanting to see what he knew was just around him. Sure enough, the cabin was full again. Not just one or two of his cohort came in. All of them.
They were all staring at his cum soaked body, his hand still wrapped around his thick length. Chris flushed. “A little privacy, geez!” Even Luke had to laugh at that. The Hermes cabin roared with laughter as he scrambled to cover himself. “Alright, fess up. Which one of you stole my clothes?”
No one came forward. According to them, he had been quite naked and quite distracted the entire time they filed in. He blushed furiously and cupped his crotch with his hands. The stickiness of the cum made him grimace, only for that to turn into a deeper scowl as he realized his chest was coated in the stuff.
At the doorway, Chris saw Hermes, resting on the frame. He chuckled and winked and then was gone in a flash of light. Chris growled and pushed everyone out of the way, running for the showers. He needed to get clean and running was certainly not helping, considering his cock was now flinging leftover cum all over his legs.
***
They left the firepit and headed back to Cabin Eleven. Kole and Andy were not abated in the slightest, despite their half-siblings’ assurances it would be over before they knew it. Others chimed in with their own “blessings.”
Pete got caught in a tangle of webs which held him upside down with his pants by his feet, his dick hanging towards his face. Max was at the pegasus stables and somehow got his foot caught in a rope, causing him to be flown over the camp naked as the day he was born. Gohan simply walked out of clothes, his shirt and pants and underwear just falling to the ground.
Vincent was caught balls deep in the tight hole of an Aphrodite son, and found himself unable to pull out. It would’ve have been embarrassing for the Cabin Ten camper, had Aphrodite not blessed him himself. Instead, everyone was laughing at Vincent, while they were clamoring over how hot the other guy was.
“Just be ready to be naked and embarrassed in the next few weeks,” Travis said matter-of-factly. “It always comes shortly after your 18th.”
The next morning, Kole and Andy woke up only to find themselves tied spread eagle to their beds. They were naked, of course. No matter what they did, those knots were tied securely. Their struggles only made their prominent morning woods wobble and shake in the open air. The kicker was, their beds were placed outside the cabin. In full view of everyone when they would wake.
Connor yawned loudly as he came out the door. “Good morning, guys. Looks like dad already blessed you!” He snorted. “Guys! It happened already!” He banged on the door, calling over all the Hermes cabin to laugh at their new siblings’ misfortune.
Kole and Andy screamed into their gags, blushing hard and trying to escape. The rest just laughed and laughed. In no time at all, the woke the other cabins up. People groggily, some angrily, wondered what the Hermes kids were up to now, only to join in the mocking when they saw the two new guys naked and bricked up.
“Just gotta survive today,” Travis said with a grin. “Then you’ll only have to deal with us. Oh - hi dad.”
Kole and Andy craned their necks to see a fit man wearing a courier outfit and a cap with wings coming out of it. Hermes walked over to them, smiling big and wide. “Hello Kole, Hello Andy.” They grunted, yelling and blushing as their boners waved around. “Don’t get your panties in a twist – I mean, if you had any.”
Everyone laughed hard. Hermes took it in stride, ignoring the glares from the two naked sons of his. “Just a little character building. After all, how are you supposed to cause mischief if you haven’t received it first? All of my kids know it well.” He looked at all his children with a twinkle in his eye.
“Uh… dad?”
Hermes was gone in a blinding light that everyone shut their eyes for. Everyone blinked as they adjusted to the normal light. The thunder of laughter was even louder than it had been. Kole and Andy looked around, wondering what other humiliation they were in store for.
To their surprise, it seemed that all of Cabin Eleven were now missing their clothes. They were just as naked and hard as they were, blushing bright and trying to cover themselves.