# Chapter 20: Surrender to Power Nico's lips pressed against Percy's, soft yet commanding. For a moment, Percy remained frozen, caught between shock and an unexpected surge of desire. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, he felt his body respond. A wave of Nico's masculine scent washed over him—a heady mixture of power, dominance, and something distinctly Percy. It was his own former pheromones, now emanating from Nico's skin, but transformed into something darker, more potent. Percy gasped against Nico's mouth, his small body trembling with the force of his reaction. This wasn't right. He shouldn't be responding like this to another guy—to Nico of all people. And yet his diminished form seemed to have a mind of its own, arching slightly toward the source of that intoxicating scent. Nico pulled back just enough to look into Percy's eyes, his expression intense and searching. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," he admitted, his voice a low rumble in the darkness. "I... I don't..." Percy stammered, his thoughts scattered and confused. His heart was racing, and he could feel heat spreading through his body, pooling low in his abdomen. "Don't think," Nico said, one large hand coming up to cup Percy's face. His thumb traced Percy's lower lip, the gesture gentle yet possessive. "Just feel." Before Percy could formulate a response, Nico kissed him again, deeper this time. Percy's hands, acting of their own volition, reached up to touch Nico's chest. His fingers splayed across the hard planes of muscle, exploring the body that had once been his own. Each ridge and curve was intimately familiar yet now foreign—belonging to someone else. "This used to be me," Percy whispered against Nico's lips, a note of wonder in his voice as he continued to run his hands over Nico's powerful torso. "And now it's mine," Nico responded, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He caught one of Percy's wrists, encircling it easily with his fingers. The size difference was stark—Nico's hand completely enveloping Percy's slender wrist, a physical reminder of how their positions had been reversed. "You're so small now," Nico observed, his free hand sliding down to Percy's waist, spanning almost its entire width. "So fragile." Percy should have been offended, should have pulled away in anger or humiliation. Instead, a shiver ran through him at Nico's words, at the way his large hands handled Percy's diminished body with such casual dominance. "Nico, I don't understand what's happening to me," Percy confessed, his voice small and uncertain. "Why am I feeling this way?" "It's your new nature," Nico explained, his hand sliding up Percy's side, fingers tracing the outline of his ribs. "Your body knows what it needs now." "And what's that?" Percy asked, though part of him already knew the answer. Instead of replying with words, Nico moved suddenly, pushing Percy onto his back and positioning himself above him. The son of Hades loomed over him, arms braced on either side of Percy's head, his powerful body casting Percy into shadow. The position was unmistakably dominant, deliberately emphasizing the difference in their strength and size. "This," Nico said simply, his eyes drinking in the sight of Percy beneath him. "You need this." Percy stared up at him, overwhelmed by the sheer physical presence of the other demigod. Nico's shoulders blocked out the rest of the room from Percy's vision, creating a world that consisted only of the two of them. The cabin seemed to fade away, leaving nothing but Nico's dark eyes and powerful form. "I've never..." Percy began, but his voice trailed off. He'd never been the smaller one, the weaker one. He'd never been in a position where someone else held all the physical power. And he'd certainly never been with another guy. "I know," Nico said, lowering his head to brush his lips against Percy's neck. "But you will." The touch of Nico's mouth on his skin sent electric currents through Percy's body. His breathing quickened, and he tilted his head instinctively, exposing more of his neck to Nico's attention. It was a submissive gesture, one that would have been unthinkable to the old Percy but felt shockingly natural to him now. "Good boy," Nico murmured against his skin, the praise sending another shiver through Percy's frame. Those two simple words should have infuriated him. Percy Jackson was not a "good boy"—he was the hero of Olympus, the savior of the world. And yet, in his current state, the praise sent a thrill of pleasure through him that was impossible to deny. Nico's hands were moving now, pushing up Percy's shirt to expose his chest. Where Percy had once sported well-defined pectorals, there was now just smooth, lean flesh. Nico ran his hands over it possessively before lowering his head to take one of Percy's nipples into his mouth. Percy arched off the bed at the sensation, a strangled sound escaping his throat. His nipples had never been particularly sensitive before, but now they seemed directly wired to his groin. Each flick of Nico's tongue sent jolts of pleasure straight to his diminished manhood, which was straining against the confines of his pants despite its reduced size. "Nico," Percy gasped, his hands clutching at the son of Hades' shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles flex beneath his fingers. "What are you doing to me?" Nico lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire. "What you need," he answered simply. "What you're going to beg me for before the night is over." Percy wanted to deny it, to maintain some semblance of his former pride. But his body was betraying him, responding to Nico's touch with an eagerness that was as undeniable as it was humiliating. Nico's hands moved to Percy's pants, unfastening them with deliberate slowness. Percy lay passive beneath him, unable or unwilling to resist as Nico pulled the garment down his legs, exposing him completely. "Look at you," Nico said, his eyes traveling over Percy's naked form. "So different from before." Percy flushed under the scrutiny, painfully aware of how his body had changed. Where he had once been muscular and imposing, he was now slender and almost delicate. His manhood, once impressively sized, was now embarrassingly small, though fully erect from Nico's attentions. "Please," Percy whispered, though he wasn't sure what he was asking for. To be covered up? To be touched more? To be put out of this confusing misery? Nico seemed to understand his conflicted desires. "Don't worry," he said, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "I'll take care of you." He stripped off his own shirt, revealing the muscular torso that had once belonged to Percy. The sight made Percy's breath catch—it was like looking at a memory of himself, but better somehow, enhanced by Nico's natural darkness and intensity. "Touch me," Nico commanded, and Percy found himself obeying without question, his hands reaching up to explore the broad chest and defined abdomen before him. "This was all mine," Percy murmured, a mixture of awe and loss in his voice as his fingers traced the ridges of muscle. "And now it's where it belongs," Nico replied, catching Percy's hands and pressing them more firmly against his chest. "With someone strong enough to use it properly." The words stung, but Percy couldn't deny the truth in them. He had failed today in the arena, proving that he no longer deserved the strength he had once possessed. And there was something compelling about Nico's confidence, about the way he wore Percy's former power as if it had always been his. Nico removed the rest of his clothing, revealing his entire body—muscular, powerful, and endowed with what had once been Percy's impressive manhood, now seemingly even larger on Nico's frame. Percy stared, unable to look away from this physical manifestation of their reversed roles. Then Nico was on top of him again, skin against skin, the heat of his larger body enveloping Percy completely. The weight of him should have been crushing, but Nico supported himself just enough to avoid hurting Percy's smaller form while still maintaining his dominant position. "Tell me what you want," Nico whispered against Percy's ear, his breath hot on Percy's skin. "I... I don't know," Percy replied, and it was the truth. He was lost in a storm of conflicting emotions and desires, his body responding to Nico's in ways his mind was still struggling to process. "Yes, you do," Nico insisted, one hand sliding down between their bodies to grasp Percy's hardness. "Your body knows, even if you won't admit it." Percy gasped at the touch, his hips bucking upward involuntarily. "Nico, please," he begged, though he still couldn't articulate what he was begging for. "Please what?" Nico prompted, his hand moving torturously slowly. "Tell me, Percy. Say it." "I want... I want you," Percy managed, the words torn from somewhere deep inside him. "I want to feel you... in me." The admission shocked him, but it was true. Some part of him—a part he had never known existed until this moment—craved the ultimate submission, the final surrender to Nico's dominance. A look of triumph flashed in Nico's eyes. "Good boy," he said again, and this time Percy didn't fight the pleasure the words brought him. Nico reached over to the nightstand beside the bed, retrieving a small bottle that Percy didn't recognize. "I'll go slow," he promised, though there was an edge to his voice that suggested his patience was wearing thin. "But you need to surrender completely, Percy. No holding back." Percy nodded, his golden curls falling across his forehead with the movement. He watched as Nico coated his fingers with the clear liquid from the bottle, then gasped as those fingers found their way between his legs, seeking entrance to his most private place. The first breach was uncomfortable, foreign. Percy tensed, his body instinctively resisting the intrusion. "Relax," Nico commanded, his free hand stroking Percy's thigh in a soothing gesture. "Let me in." Percy took a deep breath and forced his muscles to unclench, allowing Nico's finger to push deeper. The discomfort was still there, but it was gradually giving way to a strange, new pleasure as Nico found sensitive spots inside him that Percy hadn't known existed. By the time Nico added a second finger, Percy was writhing beneath him, small sounds of pleasure escaping his lips with each movement. His diminished manhood was leaking against his stomach, harder than he could ever remember it being despite its reduced size. "Look at you," Nico said, his voice thick with desire. "The mighty Percy Jackson, spread out for me like a feast." The words should have been humiliating, but in his current state, Percy found them oddly arousing. He was beyond pride now, beyond the constraints of his former self. All that mattered was the pleasure Nico was giving him, the building tension in his body that demanded release. "Please," Percy gasped as Nico added a third finger, stretching him further. "Please, Nico, I need..." "What do you need?" Nico asked, though his smirk suggested he already knew the answer. "You," Percy admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment even as his body arched up in invitation. "I need you inside me." Nico removed his fingers, leaving Percy feeling empty and desperate. He positioned himself between Percy's legs, the blunt head of his manhood pressing against Percy's entrance. "Look at me," Nico commanded, and Percy obeyed, meeting his gaze. "I want to see your face when I claim you." Then Nico was pushing forward, entering Percy with a slow, inexorable pressure that seemed to split him in two. Percy cried out, his hands clutching at Nico's arms, nails digging into the muscular flesh. "So tight," Nico groaned, his face contorted with pleasure. "So perfect." Percy felt tears springing to his eyes at the overwhelming sensation, the stretching pain mixed with flashes of intense pleasure as Nico filled him completely. It was too much, too intense, and yet somehow not enough. "Nico," he gasped, his voice breaking on the name. "It hurts." "It won't for long," Nico promised, holding still to allow Percy's body to adjust. One large hand came up to brush Percy's golden curls away from his forehead in a gesture that was almost tender. "Trust me." And strangely, Percy did trust him. Despite everything, despite the reversal of their roles and the humiliating position he now found himself in, he trusted Nico to take care of him, to guide him through this new experience. When Nico began to move, it was with a gentleness that surprised Percy. Slow, shallow thrusts that gradually deepened as Percy's body relaxed around him. The pain receded, replaced by waves of pleasure that Percy had never experienced before. "There," Nico murmured as Percy moaned beneath him. "That's it. Let go, Percy. Let yourself feel it." Percy did as he was told, surrendering to the sensations flooding through him. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure racing up his spine, his diminished manhood leaking copiously between their bodies without being touched. "You're so beautiful like this," Nico said, his pace increasing as Percy's responses grew more enthusiastic. "Underneath me, taking me so perfectly." The praise washed over Percy, feeding a need he hadn't known he had. In this moment, with Nico inside him, over him, surrounding him with his strength and power, Percy felt a strange sort of rightness—as if this was always meant to be their dynamic. "Harder," Percy heard himself say, the word escaping without conscious thought. "Please, Nico, harder." A predatory smile spread across Nico's face. "As you wish." He adjusted his grip, large hands moving to Percy's hips to hold him in place as he increased the force and speed of his thrusts. The change in angle sent jolts of intense pleasure through Percy's body, hitting a spot inside him that made him see stars. "Oh gods," Percy cried out, his back arching off the bed. "Nico, right there!" Nico obliged, targeting that spot with precision, driving Percy closer and closer to the edge. Percy's golden curls, now long enough to reach the nape of his neck, were damp with sweat, plastered to his forehead and temples as his head thrashed from side to side with the intensity of the sensations. "You're mine now," Nico growled, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. "Say it, Percy. Tell me you're mine." In that moment, caught in the throes of a pleasure more intense than anything he had ever known, Percy couldn't have denied him if he'd wanted to. "I'm yours," he gasped, the words tumbling from his lips. "All yours, Nico, please!" The admission seemed to drive Nico wild. His control slipped, his thrusts becoming almost punishing in their intensity. One hand moved from Percy's hip to wrap around his leaking hardness, stroking in time with his movements. "Come for me," Nico commanded, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. "Come now, Percy." And Percy did, his body obeying Nico's command as if it had been designed for that purpose. He cried out as pleasure crashed through him in waves, his small manhood pulsing in Nico's hand, release spattering across his stomach and chest. Nico followed moments later, driving deep into Percy's body with a final powerful thrust and a guttural groan. Percy could feel the warmth of Nico's release filling him, marking him from the inside in the most intimate way possible. For several moments, they remained connected, both breathing heavily in the aftermath of their shared pleasure. Then Nico withdrew carefully, drawing a small whimper from Percy at the sensation of emptiness that followed. But Nico didn't move away. Instead, he gathered Percy's smaller form against his chest, one arm wrapped possessively around his waist. "That was just the beginning," he murmured against Percy's damp curls. "The night is young." Percy should have been exhausted, should have protested. But as Nico's hand began to roam over his body again, reawakening sensations he had just experienced, he found himself responding with an eagerness that surprised him. Throughout the night, Nico took him repeatedly, in different positions, each more intense than the last. Percy lost track of time, lost in a haze of pleasure and submission. At some point, Nico had him on his hands and knees, gripping his golden curls like a handle as he drove into him from behind. Another time, Percy found himself riding Nico, the son of Hades' hands guiding his movements as Percy worked himself up and down on his impressive length. During brief moments of rest between their couplings, Percy became aware of subtle changes in his own thoughts and desires. The resistance he had initially felt to his submissive role was fading, replaced by a growing need to please Nico, to surrender completely to his control. Each time Nico commanded him, Percy found it easier to obey, his body and mind aligning in their desire to submit. "Tell me how it feels," Nico demanded during one such interlude, his hand lazily stroking Percy's inner thigh. "To be taken by me. To be claimed." Percy looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, his mind hazy with spent pleasure and anticipation of more. "It feels... right," he admitted, the truth of it settling into his bones. "Like this is how it's supposed to be." A smile of satisfaction spread across Nico's face. "It is," he confirmed, his hand moving up to cup Percy's face. "This is your place now, Percy. Under me. Serving me." In a distant corner of his mind, Percy felt a flicker of his old self—a spark of indignation at being spoken to in such a manner. But the spark was quickly smothered by the wave of pleasure that followed as Nico's hand wrapped around his manhood once more. "Please," Percy heard himself begging, the word falling from his lips with increasing frequency as the night wore on. "Please, Nico. Take me again." And Nico would, with growing dominance and authority. Each time, his commands became more explicit, more demanding, and each time Percy obeyed with greater enthusiasm and less hesitation. "On your knees," Nico ordered at one point, his voice hard with command. Percy slid from the bed to the floor without question, looking up at Nico with expectant eyes. "Open your mouth," came the next order, and Percy complied instantly, accepting Nico's hardness between his lips with an eagerness that would have horrified his former self. As dawn approached, Percy's hair, now significantly longer than it had been just days before, was soaked with sweat, the golden curls clinging to his neck and shoulders. His body ached pleasantly, marked with the evidence of Nico's passion—small bruises on his hips where Nico had gripped him, a love bite on his neck, the lingering fullness from being taken so many times. When they finally collapsed in exhaustion, Percy instinctively curled against Nico's larger form, seeking his warmth and protection. Nico's arm came around him possessively, pulling him close against his chest. "Mine," Nico murmured against Percy's hair, the word half-claim, half-promise. "Yours," Percy agreed without hesitation, his mind too saturated with pleasure and new desires to resist the truth of it. As sleep claimed him, Percy was aware of a profound shift within himself. The last remnants of resistance, the last echoes of his former identity as the hero of Olympus, seemed to have been fucked out of him over the course of the night. In their place was a new understanding, a new acceptance of his role in relation to Nico. He belonged to Nico now—body, mind, and soul. And strangely, in the warm afterglow of their passion, that knowledge brought him not despair but a deep, perverted sense of peace.