AN: So, slightly shorter chapter than usual but take what you have, for this is the penultimate one! This concludes that competition, one more chapter to finish the whole thing off. Hope you enjoy chapter 49:

Piper's PoV

"So, you unbutton his boxers – it's sexier if you don't pull them all the way down – and ease it out. Like unwrapping a banana – only hold it from the top – and you don't actually want to peel all the way down – oh, and you don't want to actually eat it – and, you know what? Forget that." It was ten minutes later and it was late evening on the outskirts of the forest, near to Jason's cabin where my fellow truth or darers were kneeling by the window on top of chairs, desperate to see me showing the girls some intimate moves. Percy had gathered a collection of 20 girls to be taught by the daughter of Aphrodite herself and I was feeling incredibly under pressure.

Jason had come up to me before I'd started the session: "Hey, Pipes, you remember what to do? Want to practise beforehand?"

I'd slapped his cheek playfully then. "Just 'cos you're desperate." I'd said, my hand brushing the front of his trousers and clutching tight around the front.

"Mmm." He'd muttered. "Remember to take it slow." He's added dreamily.

My hand had then flown into his trousers and squeezed him gently, slowly, sensationally so that he'd caught hold of my wrist and made me stay there. "Jason – I do know how to suck a co-"

"You ready Piper?" That was the moment Percy had come up to us, followed by a hoard of girls, all ready to find out the tips and tricks. I took my hand out of Jason's trousers – I felt that the first lesson being sticking your hand down his trousers without even kissing him first not the best idea.

Minutes later and the girls were arranged in a circle around me and I was walking around the group anti-clockwise, demonstrating rather unconvincingly with my hands. "If I were to sum it up with the three b's," I made up on the spot. "I'd go with buttons… boxers… big bang. But only follow the first two for the deed."

"Are you actually going to demonstrate?" asked the girl who I was in front of; a blonde-haired girl whose fiery attitude matched the tumultuous amount of makeup she was wearing which in turn made her look more clown than demi-god.

"Are we going to get a go?" said another desperate one beside her. And then the rest of the group took up the chant and I felt like my dignity and honour would be ruined if I didn't give them what they wanted.

And so, one hundred and twenty seconds exactly after that point, I had successfully marched the five boys who were spectating the session from the cabin (with much force for all except Jason) and had pushed Leo, Percy, Travis, and Conner to the outside and taken Jason to the centre of the circle. I pulled off his t-shirt and then, remembering my advice, pressed my lips to his; we turned slowly on the spot so that the whole cohort got a good glimpse of what was happening.

Then, my hands fiddled with his belt and soon they, alongside his trousers were down on the grass and I was aware that twenty strange girls were watching my boyfriend in just his pants, twirling on the spot. And that they were cheering and hooting, commanding that the pants be gotten rid of so that they could see him in his full glory.

I knelt on the group, the fabric of my jeans giving me protection against the slightly damp ground. Jason's shoes were still on and so his trousers weren't completely off of him, but that didn't matter for now. Only one thing did, and Jason was massively looking forward to it, to judge by the massive grin stamped on his face. I didn't speak and instruct because a) I was too focused on my boyfriend, and b) I reckoned the entire group were also and so wouldn't be paying any attention to me droning on.

Jason was wearing purple boxer shorts that were loose and contained golden balls dotted over them like Christmas baubles. I unbuttoned the front of his boxer shorts and I felt the entire camp seem to hold its breath as my hand reached in. I didn't take much – any – rummaging about until I found what I was looking for. Jason seemed to be beaming triumphantly as little Jason emerged into the cold air. And then my mouth descended upon him.

Five minutes following on from that point, and the four other boys were dotted around, surrounded by groups of five eager girls. I was patrolling around, giving advice. So was Jason, in his underwear, and he was avoiding the girls who were unlucky enough to be facing the back of the boys and who were trying their luck for a bit of generosity from my boyfriend. He was having none of it.

"What do we do if they have no buttons?" one girl piped up and I went over to her group. She was kneeling in front of Leo who was wearing bright blue briefs with purples and greens dashed over it, like space, and little bubbles containing the head of every single Doctor and a TARDIS featuring prominently across his crotch. There was no fly (not even over the door of the police box, wasted opportunity) and the girls were obviously unsure. Leo seemed to be screaming 'help' silently.

I knelt down in front of him and I heard his groan. I pulled down the back of his briefs and then manoeuvred my hand so that it dipped down the front of his pants and covered his member. Then the briefs dropped and I let the girl who'd asked the question take over from my duty.

"Let him get impatient until you get to see it." I advised.

Meanwhile, Jason was looking in at Percy whose girls were struggling with the button on his jeans. "Had too much blue jelly?" Jason joked before tugging down his jeans so hard that Percy quickly grabbed at his grey boxers to stop them abseiling down with the jeans. Then the girls got to work with the buttons.

Travis was currently lying on the ground with two girls at his crotch and Conner was in his boxer briefs, the front of which was obscured by a ponytail and the face of its owner was embedded between the elastic fabric that held the gap firmly shut.

Several minutes later and I was clapping my hands for silence and rounding up the boys, all fully naked by this time, sweaty, and bright red in the face.

"Oh you have got a lot to make up for, Grace." Percy muttered to Jason. This was going to be fun to watch!

Jason's PoV

Half an hour later and I was on some sort of platform, blindfolded yet still fully clothed, and in front of a cheering crowd – different to the ones that I had entertained earlier. They didn't sound like demi-gods.

Percy had made me pull on a builder's outfit (hardhat and all) and I had been dragged onstage by a woman with a very slender, beautiful, and long arm.

She'd introduced me to the crowd, and then called up some boys. My blindfold was removed. She was a hypnotist. At her command, the boys took off their t-shirts and shorts and I was surrounded by a host of naked boys. Normal boys. Their branded logos shining in the spotlight that lit up the stage, their muscles grizzly and ready for action. And then she told them to strip me and I was pushed to the floor before I knew it and my clothes were ripped off me forcefully until I was in just my pants. Piper had given me some black trunks to wear for this, there was a box inside to make my bulge look perfectly rounded and large. I was turned around and someone in the audience came up to take my boxer briefs by the back and pull them up so that my entire behind was exposed.

And then the next I know the blindfold is put back on and I am taken to a room where it is then removed and the girl who had dragged me on stage appears in my direct line of vision. She was tall, and very pretty.

"Listen," she whispered to me. "The girls are outside and they are going to have a minute – that's one minute – with you. If they don't enjoy, you get punished.

If this wasn't punishment in itself, I dreaded the actual humiliation. Girl after girl was led in – and I had to lick them, touch them, they touched me, or made me take off my trunks, or where other pants, or show them what I could do with my member.

Only after getting back on stage were the results revealed at last: 49 out of 50, not too bad, especially as that one tried to get me to do some very weird movements with a bottle. I have my dignity; however bloody low it is now.

"What should we do with h-" she began but then her hand grappled onto my bare back and pushed me into the crowd grouping around the stage.

Percy's PoV

Jason was dragged back to the cabin ten minutes after being pushed into the crowd – he walked back to the camp, hurrying in case one of the girls was going to burst out of the centre as Medusa. He staggered back into the cabin and collapsed onto Piper's lap in just his wrinkled, stained black trunks – the box inside had disappeared, and the rest of his clothes were gone. Oh, I think that was revenge for what he had made me do.

"Ermm… is this the end?" Annabeth asked awkwardly.

I looked around – we had ended this game by Jason getting thrown into a crowd? And then the door burst open and two people I didn't expect came in: Clarise and Miranda, hand in hand.

"You're still at it?" asked Miranda.

"What have you been doing? You haven't spoken to me in camp!" Conner complained.

"We're… we're finishing…" Jason muttered, looking down at his feet.

"Or is someone finishing you." Leo snorted. He received a slap for that.

"Well – how about one last thing to finish it off?" suggested Annabeth.

"Skinny dipping." Piper stated.

"What a way to finish."

And so we got up and went to the lake.

AN: Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed! If you liked it, please favourite, follow, and review. See you in the FINAL chapter: chapter 50 where the story shall be concluded and put into the cupboard until I decide to take it out, blow the dust off it, and read it twenty years from now!