Percy Jackson's bragging mm/m

[Jack123]

This is my first story, i hope you like it
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The sun was sinking low over Camp Half-Blood, painting the training fields in shades of orange and gold. Percy Jackson, Jason Grace, and Nico di Angelo had spent the afternoon sparring, their usual demigod energy buzzing even without a monster in sight. It all kicked off when Percy, with his signature cocky grin, boasted he could escape any trap they threw at him. "I’ve fought Titans," he said, hands on his hips. "You think you can hold me?"

Jason raised an eyebrow, exchanging a glance with Nico. "That sounds like a challenge," he said, his tone calm but edged with mischief. Nico, leaning against a nearby tree, just nodded, his dark eyes glinting with rare amusement. Before Percy could backtrack, the two had hatched a plan.

They raided the armory for supplies: a long coil of enchanted rope—light as silk but strong as steel—and a strip of cloth Jason claimed was "just in case." Percy didn’t stand a chance. In minutes, they’d wrestled him to the ground near the woods, his protests drowned out by their laughter.

Jason took charge of the tying, his Roman precision kicking in. He looped the rope around Percy’s wrists first, pulling them tight behind his back and knotting them with a double hitch. "No slipping out of this," he muttered, tugging to test it. Then he grabbed Percy’s ankles, bending his knees so his bare feet—sneakers already yanked off—pointed upward. The rope wound around his ankles next, each coil snug and deliberate, before Jason threaded it back to Percy’s wrists. He pulled it taut, forcing Percy’s body into a tight hogtie, his heels nearly touching his bound hands. The final knot was a masterpiece—secure, unyielding, leaving Percy arched slightly on the grass, completely immobile. But Jason wasn’t done. "Let’s make this interesting," he said, grabbing a shorter length of cord. He wrapped it around Percy’s big toes, tying them together, then tugged the cord back and secured it to the main hogtie rope. It stretched Percy’s soles taut, locking his feet in place and leaving his toes helplessly splayed—perfect for what was coming.

"Guys, seriously?" Percy grumbled, squirming against the ropes. His wrists strained, but the enchanted cords didn’t budge. "This is overkill!"wrists strained against the rope, but it didn’t budge; his toes twitched, but the extra tie kept them pinned. He was stuck.

Nico stepped forward, holding one of Percy’s discarded socks—the gray one with a hole in the toe, still warm from wear. "You talk too much," he deadpanned. Before Percy could protest, Nico stuffed the sock into his mouth, muffling his yelp into a garbled "Mmph!" He grabbed the second sock and tied it around Percy’s head, knotting it tight to keep the first one in place. Percy’s eyes widened, his muffled grumbles now a mix of indignation and stifled laughter.

"Not yet," Nico said quietly, stepping forward with the cloth strip. Before Percy could argue, Nico knelt and tied it around his head, pulling it between his teeth as a makeshift gag. It muffled Percy’s next protest into a garbled "Mmph!"—which only made Jason smirk. "Now it’s fair," Jason said, standing back to admire their work. Percy glared up at him, but the effect was ruined by the way his green eyes sparkled with reluctant amusement.

Nico crouched by Percy’s bare feet, inspecting them with a faint, wicked grin. "Let’s see how tough you really are." He dragged a single finger slowly down Percy’s sole, from heel to toes, and Percy jolted, a muffled laugh bursting through the gag. His toes curled instinctively, but the ropes kept him locked in place.

Jason joined in, kneeling on Percy’s other side. He used both hands, skittering his fingertips lightly across Percy’s arches in a teasing, relentless rhythm. Percy thrashed—or tried to—his body rocking uselessly against the hogtie. The gag turned his protests into a stream of "Mmph! Hnngh!" as his laughter broke free, high-pitched and helpless.

Nico upped the ante, grabbing a twig from the ground and tracing it between Percy’s toes, tickling the sensitive gaps with precision. Percy’s muffled shrieks spiked, his toes straining against the cord, but the tie held them fast, amplifying every sensation. His laughter came in waves, high-pitched and desperate, vibrating through the socks, his face flushing red as he tugged at the ropes. The enchanted knots held firm, his wrists and ankles straining against the taut loops, but there was no give—just the endless tickling torment.

Jason grinned, switching tactics. He brushed his fingers in quick, feathery strokes along the balls of Percy’s feet, then dug gently into the arches, finding every ticklish spot. Percy’s laughter turned breathless, his chest heaving as he squirmed, the gag soaked from his muffled giggles. His toes flexed and wiggled, desperate to escape, but the hogtie kept them perfectly exposed.
Mmmkay! I giff!" he managed, the words a soggy, sock-muffled mess. His chest heaved, laughter fading to breathless wheezes as he went limp in surrender.Tears of laughter streaked his face, and his body went limp, surrendering to the ropes.

Jason and Nico exchanged a triumphant look, easing off at last. They untied the gag first, letting Percy spit it out and gasp for air between residual giggles. "You’re… the worst," he panted, still grinning despite himself. Jason worked on the ropes next, carefully unlooping the intricate knots until Percy could stretch out, rubbing his wrists and flexing his sore feet.

"Don’t dish out challenges you can’t handle," Jason said, tossing Percy’s sneakers back to him.
Nico smirked, twirling the twig between his fingers. "Next time, we’re tying you tighter, we’ll use two ropes."

Percy shot them a mock glare as he laced up his shoes. "Next time, I’m bringing the ocean with me. Good luck tickling me underwater."

They trudged back to the cabins, Percy already plotting revenge, while Jason and Nico traded quiet chuckles over their victory.

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Welcome to the "League of TuGs Writers", @Jack123.

[Snozzberry]

Now would be a great time for a pizza party with Percy paying of course, unless he wants to wash his socks again and possibly the inside of his sneakers. Nice fresh sneaker tongue for Percy's dinner.