Fresh from a workout, I'm on the floor stretching wearing a tight maroon compression shirt, short white shorts, and long white socks and my feet right up front in the foreground for anyone who's into that... As I cool down, I start peeling off layers and talking to you softly, asking if you like the view, if you want me to move closer, if you want more. I slide my shirt off, then slowly work my socks off, giving you another long look at my feet.

Just when I'm ready to go shower, a pie suddenly smacks me in the face out of nowhere. I freeze, caught off guard with cream and crust dripping down onto my body and there's nothing I can do but take it. As I'm trying to recover, thinking the worst is over, a second pie hits. I'm already a mess, and I just accept it, giving in to whatever this mysterious attacker has planned. When the cream falls onto my feet, I decide to massage it in, and it actually feels good.

When I lean back for more stretching, chocolate syrup starts pouring over my face and chest, and I rub it into my skin and chest hair, even sprinkling some over my feet again. Then they start taking pictures and I'm humiliated, totally exposed, but I still pose, because if I'm honest, it does look kind of hot

Eventually, covered and flustered, I keep undressing for the shower until I'm naked and surprisingly hard. The scene then cuts to me already under the warm shower water mostly clean now, in soaked black boxer briefs that cling to me as I soap up. I finish rinsing, slip out of the wet underwear, and continue showering nude until I'm fully clean before toweling off, breathless from the whole messy ordeal.