"Mike" he snarled "Long time no see"
"Hey Drew baby" Mike started to say, each word becoming more deflated than the last. It seemed that Drew didn't just have history with me. As Drew started to walk to us, readjusting his own trousers as he did so, I thought that he was about to join in. With every step I could see the outline of his shaft getting harder. But he didn't. With one swift movement he slapped Mike hard, leaving a red mark on his face, the look of hatred was clear in Drew's eyes. This was one spat you did not want to be in the middle of. Drew picked up a bag from the side and left. At no point did he speak to or make eye contact with me.

"What was that about? You ok?" I asked Mike cautiously.
"Yeah long story Jake, maybe one for another time."
"How long do you think he was watching?"
"Not sure, think he probably saw quite a bit, my head sucking on your shaft almost certainly."
I blushed, a little embarrassed at what my former house mate may have seen. We had occasionally seen each other topless, coming out of the shower, but we had always had a towel wrapped around.
"Mike, why didn't you say that you knew each other?" My curiosity piqued.
"Reasons my friend. There's a lot of history between of us. Some epic times and memories, but also some very bad blood. Anyway, I'm here for you. Did you enjoy that?"
"Yeah, it was mind-blowing!"
"And the custard"
"That was fun. I wasn't sure at first, but it felt really good."
"I thought you would enjoy it. I was watching you the other day, and when I've seen you around. I could sense what you might be in too just from what you looked at. When I got here and you stared at my sweaty top I knew for sure."
"I have so many questions, things I want to ask, maybe even do."
"I know, but they can wait. I don't want you rushing into anything."
"K. Do you think we should shower?
"Might be a good idea, I can give you a good scrub down." Mike replied with a wicked glint in his eyes.

We showered, Mike ensuring that I got a good clean, paying extra attention to my arms and chest. I was hoping for a repeat performance of earlier, but it seemed that it was playing on Mike's mind a little and we didn't go there. After showering I got changed into some Nike trackies and a rugby top. Mike was still wrapped in a towel.

"Erm Jake, you don't have any boxers I could borrow? I thought I packed a spare pair in my bag, but I haven't. And maybe a tee?"
I realised that Mike had dropped everything to come and see me. There was a bit more to this than the gentle looking out for someone.
"Here I have a spare pair of diesels. They look like they should fit you."
"Thanks"
"What did you mean earlier when you said that you had seen me around?"
"Well I only live 2 roads from here and I've noticed you around from time to time, in the gym occasionally. You've been on my radar for a while."
"But I only saw you for the first time the other day."
"No you've seen me plenty of times, even held the door for me once. You've just never noticed me."
"I have now, especially standing there in my diesels."
"True" he said, a genuine smile on his face. I returned the smile.
"Do you want to grab some take out?"
"Pizza? Love pizza!"
"Me too!"

We spent the rest of the afternoon chatting. We talked about life, what we wanted to do with it, and Mike told me a bit more about his experiences getting messy. Some of it really resonated with me, and I realised that I would have to explore some of it with him. The only thing we didn't talk about was Drew. Eventually Mike had to go to work, but over the next few days we were constantly texting, and we grew much closer together.

This morning I got an excited phone call from Mike. He'd been invited to a very cool party near by and wanted to bring me along as his official plus 1. I was initially hesitant, but Mike convinced me with a small bit of persuasion. "It'll be great fun Jake. Wear something nice." So, I did. I chose a nice blue and white checked shirt, some white ck's, and my favourite jeans with a couple of artistic rips just above my right knee, revealing a hint of the boxer's underneath. I met Mike outside the venue, and he had gone for something similar, but a red shirt instead of my blue. We embraced. A quick check showed that he was wearing my diesels again, a view I enjoyed.

"Shall we go in?"
"After you"

We entered the building to find the strangest of rooms. There were lots of people about in various states of undress. Many of the men were topless, wearing just boxers or tight-fitting swimwear. A couple were even wearing wrestling singlets. The women were in similar relaxed wear, more suited to a foam party than a night out.

"erm, are we in the right place Mike?"
"I think so"
I looked around the room. There was plastic sheeting everywhere, plastic pipes and tubes coming out of the walls, a number of pools across the room.

"Dunk, Dunk, Dunk" The crowd cheered in unison. There was a klaxon, a scream and a gloopy noise as a guy in a white speedo was chucked into a vat of black viscous gloop. He swam up for air, looking more like a swamp monster, and tried to climb up a ladder to exit. As he did his speedo was cut off, and reaching the top a guy dressed as an extra from 300 pushed him back in. The crowd jeered as he fell, making a larger splash then before, covering those closest to the vat.
"Mike I'm not sure about this."
"I know Jake, this isn't what I was expecting at all."

The crowd helped the dunkee out of his vat, a massive smile on his face. Gave some a hug and went to what I guessed was a changing area.
"So glad you two could make it." Snarled a voice in the shadows.
"Drew!?!" we both exclaimed in confusion.
"Yes, it is. Didn't think you would come if you knew it was me. Welcome to my institution" A devilish smile was growing on his face. "A little overdressed, but it will do. I'm sure we can help you feel more comfortable."

I wanted to reply that the only way I would feel more comfortable was to leave right now, but I noticed some very intimidating people guarding the door. Mike had noticed them too. "Play along for the moment," he whispered into my ear, "there's a game afoot here. And you might enjoy some of this stuff." I wasn't so sure. What Mike and I had done in my house was a harmless bit of fun. This was hardcore. I wasn't sure that I could enjoy it, just watching made me feel anxious.

Drew had climbed some stairs and was standing at a podium. Everyone turned towards him.
"Evening everyone. I trust you are all having fun!" A gigantic roar of approval went through the room. The guests were certainly enjoying themselves. "Zach certainly put up a bit of a fight there, but he ultimately failed and went into the ooze." A large whoop was heard in the distance. Zach, looking slightly less like a swamp monster, but still covered in slimey gloop, cheered. He was having a great time. "But I'm pleased to announce that our next players have arrived, and they are going to play some special games." The crowd looked at us, friendly and encouraging. They were having the time of their lives. "A big cheer for my former housemate Jake." A spotlight was shone on me, and I could see my face appear on a giant screen on the wall. "Jake is a great guy and I've not been that great to him lately. Let's give him a night to remember!"

Several hands appeared, attached to some incredible torsos, and I was guided towards the podium. Drew took my hand and raised it to the audience when suddenly a pair of handcuffs appeared, and I was chained to a bar. "So that you don't decide to escape" Drew whispered in my ear. "You'll be fine, you might get a bit mucky like you did the other day with him. I don't have anything against you, I just needed some time to work out some stuff. Some space on my own. Can't really explain." I nodded in the affirmative, not trusting myself to speak. Drew's words helped give a bit of closure. I was no closer to understanding what went on, but at least it seemed it wasn't anything I did.

"And our final contestant tonight is my ex, Mike". A slow murmur of discontent went through the room, a hiss and a boo could be heard in a distant corner. "He broke my heart, but its ok" Drew said to the crowd "I realise now that I drove him away. But tonight, all is forgiven if he partakes in our games. He could even be our new champion!" Applause and a few calls of never greeted Mike as he was also guided up to the podium. I didn't believe Drew's words for a second, the other day showed that there was too much between them to be forgiven that easily. As Mike reached the top step Drew embraced him with a kiss, placing his hands-on Mike's ass. Some parts of the crowd wolf whistled as they saw how perfect it was. Drew whispered in Mike's ears something about how tonight he was going down, as he was been handcuffed next to me. We shared a glance of panic at each other. What were we about to be made to do?

"Let's start with a simple quiz, animal letters. Just name an animal beginning with that letter of the alphabet. Fail and it's a pie to the face. First to 3 pies loses the game."
At this I actually began to relax. Games, pies to the face. I didn't think that it could be too bad.
"We'll let Jake begin with the letter J."
"Ok, Jaguar", "Jackal", "Jellyfish", "Err..."
"Too long" said Drew "Pie him." And with that a creamy gooey pie was pushed into Mike's face. I could see the cream and the custard slowly drip onto his shirt, slowly filling his breast pocket. I couldn't help but laugh at him as the pastry slowed fell off.
"As victor Jake you get to choose the next letter, but Mike will be going first."
"B" I said

We were able to name a few more animals this time and ultimately, I ended up getting pied this time. The filling covered my face, and I couldn't see through the creamy mess. A quick lick of the lips revealed that it wasn't a custard filling but a cherry one. I could hear Mike laughing next to me. He lost the next round and had another pie, this time starting at his mouth and ending up covering his hair.
"One more loss Mike and you lose the game."
I began to grow a bit conflicted. Now that I accepted that I was probably not going to leave her without getting messy I was starting to enjoy everything a lot more. This was actually fun, and part of me wanted to lose the next round on purpose so that I could be pied again, but there was also a competitive side to me that I hadn't previously known up, I wanted to win the game. Mike chose E.

"elephant", "eagle", "earthworm", "eel", "earwig", "emu", "emperor penguin", "Err."
"And with that Mike loses the round and the game. First a pie to the face" Caramel, the gooey inner leaking all over his top, causing it to stick in interesting revealing ways, "and second, Zach please unbutton Mike's jeans please." Another reason why the handcuffs were needed I reasoned. As they were unbuttoned, I could see just how much Mike was enjoying this. As Zach retreated Drew pulled a transparent tube from his podium and placed it in Mike's boxer. The tube filled with a murky green substance and began to flood into his boxers.

"Fuck that's cold" Mike exclaimed out loud. Drew just grinned. The gunk continued to pour until it was flowing out of the bottom of his jeans. Drew raised his hand and the gunk stopped. To ensure maximum coverage Drew squashed the full boxers so that they released their load.
"And to the victor of the round, a prize." At which 3 buckets of luke warm gunge, a similar colour to the one of Mike's tube were thrown in my direction. Fortunately, they weren't a great shot and most of it missed me, landing on some of the crowd, but my shirts was sticking to me in a way similar to Mike's.

"I think its time we let our guests get cleaned up and dressed a little more appropriately for our games. Let's see whose next to see if they can avoid our vat of muck." Our platforms begin to descend in a hole in the floor where were greeted with a spray of warm water and some towels.

"What the actual?" I asked Mike "Did you have any ideas about this place and Drew?"
"I was going to ask you the same."
"So no then."
"Not actually no, we explored getting messy when we were together. But that was at least 5 or 10 years ago."
"Do you think we'll be ok?"
"You will I'm sure. I think he was being genuine with you, and he knows that he was a bit of a jerk to you. Me I'm not so sure. I think I'm going into that gunk or worse."
"Whatever happened between you was bad."
"Very. It changed me, made me live for the moment, go off and adventure. I was ready to spend the rest of my life with him. Had never left the country, always put him first, at least until it ended."
"That bad huh."
"Ah I see the clothing choices have arrived. Guess I'll take the singlet, oh look its says Marky the loser."
"I have a sports kit, and a pair of addicted speedos."
"Nice!"
"There's something that doesn't sit right though with me Mike. I always remember Drew hating mess and being a bit of a clean freak."
"Yeah, I noticed that he's not avoided getting it on him so far tonight. Even when he squashed my boxers just. Interesting"
I could sense the beginning of a plan.