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Jason's PoV

A strip show, eh? Surprise it wasn't advertised at all. Well, you wouldn't want Chiron to intrude! I wouldn't mind having my genitalia being the talk of the camp that week – all the girls queueing up outside my cabin just willing to unbutton my shirt, rip off my trousers, pull my pants down in their mouth and then handle me….handle me…. That thought took me back to that morning; I had woken up at five, blurry eyed and all, and decided to go out as sleep just wasn't coming. I sat down on the steps to my cabin, leant against the door, and watched the still night of the camp around me, a bit like Piper, if I'm honest: still, slender, and beautiful but willing to get active all of a sudden! I eventually fell asleep and woke an hour and a half later to the first campers getting out of bed.

There was this one girl who had come out, one with pretty blonde hair and nice blue eyes – she looked at me during training and it wouldn't take a genius to guess she was head-over-heels for me. She came up to me and smiled.

"Hey." I said, standing up. She leant against the side of the cabin a few metres away and said the same.

"Feeling a bit tight around there?" she asked me and squeezed my bulge. I'd forgotten I'd gone to sleep in my boxers. She put her hand on the door to the cabin, preventing my exit, before coming for a kiss.

Piper had turned around the corner then and seen her with her hand pressed against my crotch, her pretty form in the doorway, and me in nothing but my pants. "Jason…what on Mount Olympus are you doing?" she asked, her eyes seeming to pop from her eyes like arrows from Cupid's bows.

My heart seemed to freeze in horror and my arousal quickly diminished. I scanned the tiny fraction of my brain that wasn't focused on the woman behind me and explained. "You stupid woman! What do you think I'm doing? This girl woke me up because she was hung over and looking for her cabin, she fell on me, and was getting up." Then, as an afterthought, I added. "I sleep in my boxers." To explain the lack of clothing on my behalf.

"I wasn't born yesterday." She blinked.

"Errrr…" the girl behind me groaned, stumbling around. That seemed to satisfy Piper for that moment. She moved over to us, pushed the girl down the stairs, where she pretended to fall, before running away behind the nearest cabin, considering herself very lucky.

"Now then." Piper grinned at me, moving over and grabbing the waistband of my boxers and pulling me up. I was halfway up and reaching out to grab her arm for support when I heard a horrendous ripping sound and my boxers appeared in her arms. She looked down and grinned, gripping my arm and, ignoring my complaints about how much it hurt. "Let's start off your morning with a big bang!" she suggested.

"You mean that both ways, don't you?"

"Oh yes."

Those thoughts seemed to cross my mind in a matter of seconds before the prospect of what I was going to do dawned on me. I hurried to my cabin to fetch some new pants.

Piper's PoV

There wasn't a strip show at all on the beach. We wanted to keep the privates to ourselves. Exactly twelve minutes later, we rambled down to the sand. We found Percy down there, he had controlled the water to leave the sand dry and golden and the sea a mile off. Within a minute, the rest of the boys were there, and I had set up a ragged, hastily-put-together stage made of a few tables and a stair on either side that acted as a set.

I had arranged a set of stools on the side for the boys to stand, as naked as Jason was when I was in bed with him, after they'd performed, and fully clothed before. Each girl also had their own torch to shine wherever they wanted. I thought there might be a particular spot which would be lit up like a Christmas tree. The boys stood on the pedestals, some looking confident, hands on hips, and others with nerves obviously pulsing through their every cell.

"We welcome these hunks today to show off their – ahem – full package. They'll come up here, reveal all, and then stand, bearing all, on the stools over there. Sorry boys, it may be a bit cold, but you'll all be wrinkled up, so it doesn't matter! Girls – notepads ready? Get ready to make notes!" I announced to the group who surrounded the stage.

There was a hat in which I'd put up small bits of paper containing the names of the strippers. I passed it first to Annabeth who placed her hand gingerly inside, rummaged around (she'd presumably had plenty practice in Percy's underwear), and pulled out a slip. She unfolded it carefully, a smile spreading between her lips.

"Oh, don't keep us waiting – some of us are freezing out here!" Leo complained.

Annabeth looked at the row. "The first beauty is…Conner!" she revealed. Conner rolled his eyes.

"Am I going to have to be literally hanging around here in a terrible draft whilst I watch all the others take their clothes off."

"That's exactly what I'm saying." I said.

Conner stood on the chair with caution before standing up on the wooden sea of desks. Some music started, Valentina seemed to be in charge of that, and a gentle noise emanated from her region. It was upbeat, with a steady pulse, and a catchy rhythm. Would Conner do it justice?

He sighed and took off the flat cap put sideways on his head so that he looked French. He took off his tie, wrapped it around his head in the hat's place, and then slowly released each button on his shirt with as much care as Tyson with a hammer. He didn't take the shirt off though, allowing the sides to cover his nipples yet allowing the shadows of abs be visible to the eye. He was bare footed already but moved his feet further aside and unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, spreading the sides out so that the logo on his pants was visible. I couldn't read it at that distance, but I wouldn't be surprised if it said 'Stoll Packages' on it. He pulled off his shirt and disregarded it on the sandy floor and pulled his trousers down to his thighs so that his gleaming white trunks shone brightly, and I say that because they glistened in the light from the torches.

He tore off his trousers, and stood in his trunks, embarrassed to expose himself, especially with his brother and girlfriend watching. His right hand creeped beneath the gentle fabric and wrapped around himself, a knob pronouncing itself inside his pants. He then pulled it off and turned around so that his toned behind faced all before taking his right hand off his privates and putting them both in the air.

"Let me hear you chant!" he said, remembering a bit of showmanship and teasing before he finished.

"Turn around! Turn around! Turn around!" came the cries from the girls. Even Leo joined in.

He turned around slowly, the lights of he torches nowhere near his face so that all you could see was from his navel to his kneecaps. I admired him, beautifully kept, nicely groomed, a pleasant sight. He then exited the stage and stood on the stool next to the others, starkers. The eyes of the girls travelled, glued on his form. The other boys tried to avoid looking anywhere near him.

The hat was passed to me next and I rolled up my cuffs before reaching in and scanning around. I came up with a white sheet.

"Who is it?" asked Annabeth.

"I think it's your lucky time, Beth! Percy!" I announced.

He grumbled a bit but made his way to the front and started immediately by taking of his t-shirt and running his hands along his deep muscles engraved in his chest. His sandals were then removed, one thrown into the crowd, and the other laid down gently beside him. He pushed off his shorts, shaking his legs in time to the music and ran his hands around his blue boxers as teasingly as possible. He took them off and remained in his red briefs, his body seemed to be enflamed in red beauty – a perfect image of hotness. He took it off again and remained in a skimpy thong, the only significant piece of fabric a very flimsy piece of gold around his front. He picked up the sandal from the floor and pushed it under the fabric before taking off the undergarment. A sandal was the only thing that remained between him and pure nudity. He turned it upside down and slowly slid it off, revealing himself completely before bowing with his hands on his hips.

He then returned to the stool, looking at Jason and eyeing him threateningly. Conner had covered himself with his hands by now, but it seemed Percy and Jason would be having a competition to see who could remain in the nude for the longest.

Valentina chose next and she was delighted to find it was Leo. He took to the stage and teased us slowly, he pulled off the t-shirt and shorts, and strutted around in his stretched green boxer briefs before pulling them off, leaving himself exposed for less than a second, and then covering himself (and his flab) up quickly and returning to the stool.

Katie chose Jason who stood up with glee and shed his outer clothes quicker than he had pulled that girl's hand off his bulge when I came around the corner. He pulled off his green boxers and framed his little self, emphasising his size. I cheered at his lovely body and he returned to the stool, hands on hips and facing Percy. They eyed each other, all over, neither appeared to be bothered by the cold.

Travis was the last one and he took to the stage with a smile and slowly teased off his shirt. He was as toned as his brother. Then he took off his shorts and pulled off his orange boxers before exiting the stage. The boys stood on the side, in states of covering up and being proud, allowing us to judge them.

"Who was the best?" I asked.

"Well…I liked all the pants Percy was wearing." said Valentina.

"Of course you would."

"Well, I agree." Said Annabeth.

"Of course you would too!"

Percy's PoV

We returned to the cabin, bearing all, both Jason and I competing. I had stood out longest in the cold so I counted myself the winner of the endurance test. Once inside, we pulled on our clothes and waited for the mean judgement of the girls. Piper stood in the middle of the circle and announced the even.

"Well, it wasn't easy – every groove in your body was assessed, one more than any other, naturally; and – well – we've come to a conclusion. The best stripper was...Percy!" Piper announced, signalling over to me. I got onto the stage and Piper kissed me on either cheek. But when I tried to move away, her hands attached firmly to my back and gripped to me like glue. She pushed down my shorts, ripped off my shirt, and tugged off my boxers leaving me completely naked. "You stay like that." She whispered. Leo wolf whistled; I gave him two fingers.

I sat down in the nude. I was on twelve points then, lucky me. Jason beckoned us boys together and we grouped around.

"You mind covering yourself up?" asked Leo. "All I can see is your c-"

"Just 'cos your jealous." I retorted.

"Oh, shove it up your arse." Leo grinned at me.

"I'll say it then, hey?" offered Jason.

"Oh, sure. You take all the credit then." Leo said, rolling his eyes.

"Well, how about Percy as he's so keen in offering up his manhood."

I turned to the girls who were sitting down, pretending to be talking but really trying to listen in. "Oh." Annabeth complained. "I was enjoying your bottom."

I narrowed my eyes at her before talking to the girls. "Well, we'd of course like to see you all naked – but we've seen that already. We want some trust. Jason will fly you over camp with me in between you and Jason. You have to hang on and perform stunts in the air. The rest of the boys will judge. You ready?"

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