My buddy is a really good guy deep down, but he just has this uncanny luck of getting himself, or should I say getting me, into these messes.

So, after a long day of helping him out working in his yard I am planning on a nice quiet Saturday night. So, I head home and take an invigorating cold shower. Just as I turn the water off, I hear a voice in the next room, it's my buddy, "Hey Beau, what are you up to?". Oh man, my clothes are in the other room and my I have to get a towel out of the linen closet down the hall.
So wet and naked I peer around the corner and I tell him that I have to get some laundry done; but other than that nothing is planned as I am just going to relax for a bit.
"Beau, I'm a little short on my rent. I have an easy gig tonight as a cater waiter for a really good client of my boss. It's a themed event so it will be a lot of fun. He's short staffed, and he told me if I can bring any guys with me, he'll give me a bonus and double my pay for the night. I really need your help ... please Beau." He looks at me with that pleading look. I can't refuse.
"Oh, okay. Just let me get dre...", I start to say
He cuts me off, "Don't worry about it, my boss has everyone's uniform. We have to go though, I'm late".
So, naked I walk down the hall and my buddy follows me (it's not like he's going to see anything that he hasn't seen before in the locker room). Come on, throw on anything. I throw on a pair of jeans, a tank top and a pair of Nikes, we are out the door and on our way.

When we show up, my buddy introduces me to Axel, his boss. Axel tells me that the client is having a wine and dessert pairing demonstration. So, it will be serving the wine and dessert. Since I am new, I won't have to serve; instead I will just be there for whatever Austin, the gentleman hosting the party, may need. Since I will be catering to him, there's also a big tip and a higher pay rate for me as well. Alex sizes me up, "A medium ..." he half asks/half tells me and hands me boots, a cowboy had, a jock strap and an extra small white t-shirt and black Daisy-Duke style cutoffs and tells me to get dressed.

I squeeze into them and am introduced to Austin. He's early 30's, shoulder length blond hair that is combed back. I can see that he is in really good shape under his smart chinos and polo. "He's Perfect, you will do just fine"" he tells Axel and we head into his expansive backyard.

"First up my friends, a toast." He has me open two bottles of champagne. He looks out at the crowd, "Here's to our sweet treats". He takes the first bottle of champagne, puts his thumb over the top shaking it and sprays me down at the same time he tells me to take off my hat. After doing so, he pours the other bottle over my head. I'm soaked. Everyone can see right through my white t-shirt that is sticking to my chest.
"Some people serve this with pie". He picks up a huge pie, leans into me and whispers "Hot nipple ring" and pushes the pie into my face.
"If you do, you need a glaze". He picks up a large pitcher and pours the thick sticky blueberry glaze down my shirt.
"Another option is a pie-pairing. I have lemon and key lime with a strawberry glaze". He walks behind me and gives me a pie sandwich and then I feel him pour the glaze down the back of my shirt. This pulls the shirt tight across my chest and I can feel the blueberry glaze seep out and run down onto my shorts and my thighs. "Don't forget the fresh whipped cream". He empties a huge bowl into my hat and has me put my hat back on. It slides down my chest and onto my sticky tight soaked black cutoffs.

"Now on to the next course. It's important to start off fresh" Everybody is clearing everyting away from that course. He walks behind me and tells me to take off my shorts. A little stunned, I look over at my buddy. He nods and makes a quick begging motion. I undo the buttons of the fly, opening it up so my soaked bulging jock is now on display. I yank them down and work too step out of them.
"Some people are more fans of a red". As he pours one bottle of red wine over my head, i look up to wash some of the pie off of my face. He picks up the other bottle of red, walks behind me and pours about half down my back and gives my butt and firm slap - no one can see him do it, but I am a bit surprised but don't show anything. He tells me I am a good boy and slams another pie in my face. He then pours the rest of the wine down the front of my jock.
Austin leads me over to a seat, and pushes me down hard into it. There was a huge ice cream cake on the chair, it has to be six layers high. Sitting in this cold ice cream, he has me remove my boots.
"This goes really well with ice cream and sorbet." He fills one boot to the top with a melted sorbet and the other with melted ice cream. He has me put them back on.
"Don't forget the toppings though". He has me take off my hat and he dumps chocolate syrup and caramel over me. Then he pours melted peanut butter over me. I am completely unrecognizable now. He walks behind me, "If you wanted something a bit lighter, you could make a banana split out of this." I freeze - what is he going to do. He pulls open my jock and overfills it with fluff and then fills my hat with mashed banana and put it back on.

"Now for our final pairing for the evening", as he is saying this he rips my tight t-shirt open and yanks it off of me. Leaving me still quite covered in just a jock, cowboy had and boots.
"As a fall back, always have cake available. Let your guests select the ones that they would like".
He has me do a face plant into a sheet cake, and then take two more sheet cakes and rub them over my chest. He has me stand back up and take a strawberry jelly filled cake and dump it over my head while filling my hat with more strawberry jelly and then put the hat back on.
I didn't notice him pick up a seven layer cake until he starts to massage it into my bulging, sticky jock; he does this for almost a minute. Then he has me sit down, this time on a huge cake.
"Many people find that white wine goes with just about everything", he tells the crowd as he takes my hat off and pours white wine over me. This leaves a wet soggy mess of cake running down my pecs and landing on my throbbing jock covered cock.
"Remember, there's always room for pudding" he tells the crowd. As I am sitting there, torrents of pudding keep raining down on me. You can't see any of me beneath the pudding. He even made sure to pour it so some went down my back pooling around my buttocks.
Austin reminds the crowd to offer fresh cream with this, which he has poured into my hat and put the hat back on my head.

He has me stand now, feet shoulder distance apart with my hands behind my back. He thanks everyone for coming to this class and invites everyone to share their favorite dessert with me over the course of the evening. Throughout the night, I stand there as the guys randomly pass by to share their dessert ideas - a lot of pies to the face, pudding and syrups dumped over my head chest, crotch and butt; peanut butter to my armpits as they have me put my hands behind my head; glazes poured down my jock over my cock and balls - often their hands lingering for a bit.

As the evening winds down, he tells me that he will be telling Axel that he wants me back for his next event ...