The Age of Ares
Chapter 1: A Virgin no more!
Authors Note: This story is a work of fiction! All sexual participants are 18 or older! If any of my descriptions match a real person, it's purely coincidental!
All my life, I knew my father hated me. My name is Ares Carmichael. Strange name, right? Well, there's a story behind that. My mom's University Major was Folklore and Mythology and she loved Greek myths, including the stories where the hero is a beautiful and beloved figure who had many lovers and admirers; stories like the love story of Orion and Artemis, Orpheus and Eurydice, and the story of Adonis and Aphrodite.
As a result, every time she and my dad had kids, she gave all of us names according to a few factors, including which story she read while she carried us to term and which month of the year it was. So you can imagine that I was born on March 25th, 2001, and my mom was reading a few wild myths about Ares at the time.
Everyone else in my family has been named accordingly: My two older sisters, twins Artemis and Polina (the girl version of Apollo), were born on June 4th, 2000, and my younger sisters, twins Clio and Thalia, were born on May 30th, 2002, and mom told me once that she watched Disney's Hercules a month before they were born and remembered the names of the Muses.
So that's my family. One boy, four sisters, a loving mother, and a father who hated me with every fiber of my being. I never understood why, but I quickly learned from an early age that I didn't care. I had five other loving family members and one asshole father wasn't going to ruin my life.
I loved my sisters, and they loved me. We did everything together before we could walk. Artemis and Polina went through the typical older sister roles of making sure none of us ate bugs and gave us hugs, kisses, and tickle fights, and I as the middle child became, what Sheldon Cooper once said on TV, the quintessential middle child, stopping fights over trivial things between my older and younger siblings.
Things got a bit heated when we got into school though, Artemis and Polina started distancing themselves from me and started hanging out with other girls who snubbed the kid siblings. As a result, I started bonding with Clio and Thalia, and that quickly devolved into me playing with dolls and having tea parties. I started to resent my older sisters for saddling me with my kid sisters and tried to focus more on my schoolwork, quickly finding I had a knack for memorization and retention.
When we got to high school, my test results skyrocketed and I quickly got to be one of the smartest kids in school, which also made me the target of bullies. Since I wasn't physically strong, I got shoved into a locker more than twice a week, much to the glee of other students, including Polina. Artemis, meanwhile, ignored it all. It was then that my father actually started paying attention, but not in the way I had hoped.
He began to berate me for not standing up for myself, telling me that a man should be strong, not weak, and other toxic masculine shit. I ignored him and focused on school, and after two years of avoiding bullies and getting a constant stream of A+ grades, I finally got his approval, once!
My high school did an event when I was 17, where they polled all of the top students and did a series of IQ and aptitude tests. No surprise, I scored among the top ten, and after a week of testing, my scores granted me the top spot among two other kids, with an above-average IQ. It was then that the school gave me an offer my father couldn't pass up: A full scholarship and early admission to the college of my choice.
He jumped at the chance and immediately agreed on my behalf, arguing that I was still a minor and therefore couldn't make the decision wisely. He chose where I was to go and shipped me off to a college in another part of the country. We lived in rural Canada, so I was sent to Quebec, far away from my family and friends. I hated my father for a month before I accepted my place and started working on my education.
It took me a year to get used to college life, especially while living in a coed dorm, but I quickly got into my rhythm. Between my classes and the other students, I soon realized that my grades weren't changing any time soon so I started to relax a little and took one of my father's lectures to heart. I started working out and within four months, I had grown to a solid 5'9" of lean muscle and defined features. More than a few of the girls in the dorm started taking notice and began flirting with me.
In contrast to what my life was like before, I was swimming in all the attention I got, but little else happened. I was too nervous to get dates or go passed first base.
A few of the guys who I went to class with saw this and decided it was time for me to take the next step in my college life. On the night of my 19th birthday, there was a big frat party in one of the off-campus houses. Two of my friends, a pair of 6' tall football stars named Jack and James (Twins, if you can imagine), convinced me to go with them that night around 8pm.
We had no trouble getting into the party, since I was the legal age of 18, and therefore was allowed to drink alcohol in Quebec. I was given an almost strange sight as we entered the house. Almost all of the people who were in attendance were wearing little to no clothing or wearing an article one size smaller than their build. A lot of the girls were also wearing little clothes, favoring bikini tops or sports bras.
Jack and James escorted me around to the living room where there was a group of people hovering around a large table of food, most of it party fixings like nachos, solo cups, sodas, and beer. I grabbed a ginger ale and sat down, while Jack and James stood to either side of me, acting as bodyguards. All the while, I was watching the party, I got the feeling that there was some underlying theme.
I was beginning to get tired of sitting so I got up and checked my watch. To my surprise, almost two hours had passed and it was almost 10 pm. Jack looked at me with a shit-eating grin, "Get ready, bro!" he said to me.
Before I could ask what he meant, there was a loud ringing and the whole crowd around the table quickly picked it up and moved it out of the room. Everyone also cleared away from the couches and stood, expectantly.
A loud bell started to ring as a well-built 6'4" guy stepped into the room. He was naked from the waist up and had a few tattoos on his shoulder and abs, including a pair of naked women in a scissoring position on his right shoulder.
The shirtless guy raised his bell and waited, checking his watch before ringing it twelve times. I checked my watch to find out it had just passed midnight. I was 18. When the shirtless guy stopped ringing his bell, he cleared his throat and said, "Today is March 25th. Today marks the 19th birthday of one Ares Carmichael!"
A resounding rumble of cheers echoes through the crowd. The shirtless guy raised his hand and the room fell silent. "As per tradition in this Fraternity House, we hold a special event for our brothers and guests, when someone has a birthday, in the only way we know how." he explained, "BRING FORTH THE PUNCH BOWL!"
The crowd parted as two guys brought in a large red punch bowl and an ornate pedestal. They placed the bowl on the pedestal something caught my eye. Two girls stepped into the room. They were stark naked, only wearing tiaras, a white sash cascading down their c-cup breasts and shaved mounds, and a pair of plastic high heels, making the illusion of glass slippers. They were also glistening with glitter and looked like a pair of goddesses. One was blonde with green eyes, the other was a brunette with blue eyes.
The blonde held up an ornate goblet and dunked it into the punch bowl, scooping up enough to fill the goblet about halfway. She then stepped in front of me, and presented it with both hands to the shirtless guy, bowing forward and giving me a perfect view of her ass and pussy lips. My dick went rock hard at the sight.
She then wiggled her ass a few times before stepping off to the side with her friend and the shirtless guy raised the goblet, "Come forth, Ares." he said to me.
Jack and James stepped aside and I walked up, nervous as all hell. The shirtless guy grinned and held out the goblet, "Jack and James have informed me that you turned 19 today. As such, you are entitled to the gift of manhood." he explained, "This punch has been specially brewed for you. It contains three types of liquor and two special ingredients to allow you the full range of the gift we have provided for you."
I gulped, "What is the gift?" I asked.
"Us, of course!" said the blonde, stepping forward to my side, the brunette taking my other side. They hugged my sides, pressed their tits into me, and began rubbing my body.
"We are your gift!" said the brunette.
"If you drink the punch, these two will be yours until dawn!" said the shirtless guy.
"Mine? You mean...?" I stammered, realizing what he meant.
The guy smiled and nodded, "Yes. They'll be your personal fuck toys!"
"We'll do everything you ask us to!" said the blonde, running her nose along my cheek.
"We'll let you do anything to us!" added the brunette.
"You can eat our pussies!" said the blonde.
