Quick recap - a one off encounter has meant that Jake has met someone new in his life. Excited about this new and unexpected direction in his life he joined Mike at what they thought was going to be a party. They were wrong. One messy game in finds them in a changing room...

I could sense that Mike was beginning to form a plan.

Towelled off and dry, Mike and I put on the newly brought in kit. The singlet, a beautiful blue and white piece, fitted Mike like a glove showcasing the many pleasing aspects of his body. My eyes lingered for a small time on his ass, wondering what it might be like to play with later. I gulped when I realised just how much of an outline it showed on Mike, I could see the full outline of his impressive package. Then the time came to put on my own kit. First the addicted speedos, a nice orange and white pair. As I pulled them on Zach entered the room.

“Oh, sorry there, I thought you were ready. Drew is waiting to start the next game.” Zach said apologetically.
“No problems” replied Mike, “Be there in 2 mins.”

When Zach left the room, I turned around to Mike. It turned out that the speedos were a very good fit, so good in fact that they left very little to the imagination. As he looked at me, I could sense a whistle of approval.

“I can’t do this Mike. I can’t wear this. It’s…”
“Fantastic on you. You look like one hunky beast, and with the way that your chest hair looks… Let’s just say that I’m resisting the urge to jump on you and make out with you right here and now”

I blushed, I wasn’t used to such compliments. I hadn’t always been the hunk that Mike thought I was. In my youth there was a distinct lack of exercise, and I was certainly a little on the larger side back then. I had worked on it since, but I had never really been keen on showing my body in public. There were some serious body confidence issues. Issues that Drew knew about.
“Promise me something Mike, promise me that you’ll have my back. I know you’ve seen down there, but I’m not ready for anyone else to.”
“Of course I will. No worries there.” He paused for a moment. “We probably don’t want to anger Drew anymore than we need to at the moment. Put on the rest of that nice kit and let’s face the music. I’ll look after you.”

Reassured I put on the kit, a white Chelsea away kit it turned out. White so that it would become see through I guessed. We ascended the stairs to the next game, Mike placing his arm on my shoulder in support. I knew that with him there I could do this.

We entered through the doors to a cheer of approval, it was like we were at some sort of match and were being introduced as the main event. Slowly Mike and myself walked towards an obstacle course. I laughed. Of course, it would be an obstacle course. Drew knew I had attempted an obstacle course before, in my first year at University and how I had twisted my ankle on the first section. Guess it was time for a rematch.

“The game is simple” announced Drew. “First to complete the course wins.”
So simple, and yet against the athletic specimen that was Mike, a task that was going to be a tall order. I looked at the course 8 obstacles in total. It began with a balance beam across a shallow pool of orange gunk, climb up through a large pipe, under a net, across some monkey bars, down a slide, up and under some beams, a rope swing and finally up a cargo net to the platform where Drew was standing. The first to touch the buzzer wins. I looked at Mike and shrugged. “May the best man win” I said to him. We shook hands and I put on the goggles that was offered to me, Mike declined.

“Jake you will start on my first whistle. Mike you will start on my second whistle” came Drew’s voice through a speaker. I had a head start, that was something. The crowd started to count down “3... 2... 1…” they chanted. The whistle blew. I started across the balance beam, the orange gloop gently bubbling below. I was half way across the beam when the second whistle blew. I turned around quickly and saw Mike start. “Watch out” he cried as a giant ball came across the beam, almost knocking me over. That was my mistake. As I tried to regain my focus the ball came back, this time from behind and I fell face first into the gloop. “Back to the start” called Drew.

Fortunately, the gloop wasn’t deep, and I quickly sprinted back to the start of the beam, wiping my feet on a towel before starting again. Warned this time I watched the motion of the ball and was able to get across the beam safely, my formerly white kit now a distinct shade of orange. Not quite see through just yet I thought. Mike, as I suspected, got through safely first time and we reached the second obstacle together. We began crawling up the pipe in unison, fairly simple at first but as we got higher a trickle of purple slime started to coat the walls of the pipe. I was able to keep traction within the pipe, but Mike wasn’t so lucky, he slipped back down the pipe twice, soaking his singlet in the process.

Having regained the lead, it was time to crawl under the net. An easy obstacle, though the floor was covered in a mixture of porridge, custard and syrup. A sticky mess that the more I tried to avoid, the more I got on me. Looking ahead I could see that I would need my hands, so I turned onto my back and pulled myself along the net with my hands. The crowd cheered with approval. Mike wasn’t so lucky. It seemed that his singlet kept catching on the net, but he was moving rapidly and the gap between us was closing.

The slide was next. Applying some logic to the situation I realised that I had to go down head first, lying on my front, otherwise the mess from the net would cause me to keep sticking to the slide. Mike realised the same and being the heavier of the two of us (pure muscle mass!) we reached a nice warm pool of green goo at the bottom of the slide together. High fiving each other we climbed up and over the beams, surviving a bombardment of gunge filled balloons.
Reaching the monkey bars, we both took a moment to clean our hands free of the muck. Grip strength wasn’t one of my strongest features and I avoided pull ups as much as I could in the gym. Perhaps unsurprisingly failing on the monkey bars meant a fall into some yellow gloop this time. I began traversing the obstacle, taking my time. With every movement I could feel my body swing, taking each rung as it came. The muscles in my arms were aching and starting to give up.

Mike was making it look easy, almost like a monkey in a blue and white singlet, taking two rungs at a time. But something went wrong. Two-thirds of the way across the bars he missed a rung and was holding on with one arm. And then he was gone. I heard him land in the gloop a moment later. It wasn’t deep, but enough to cover him when lying down, which he was doing when I reached the end of the obstacle. He looked a little winded (though I suspected he may have fallen on purpose). I called out to check if he was ok and got a thumbs up in return. He climbed out of the goo and began the monkey bars again.

Mike knew it was too late though. All I had to do was take a rope swing and climb the cargo net. I was exhausted after the bars but didn’t want to waste this opportunity. Deep inside I knew that I couldn’t do the bars again so took one large swing and climbed up the net as quick as possible. Waiting for Mike wasn’t really an option, I could see those balls again in the periphery of my vision. I was not going to risk being knocked down again. Reaching the top of the net I pushed that button and was greeted with a spray of blue gunge in my face.
“And we have a winner!!!” Drew announced. “Congratulations Jake!” I took off the googles and threw them into the crowd.

Mike climbed up the net a minute or two later, greeting me with a hug and a big grin. Zach handed me a custard pie which I smothered into Mike’s face and hair.
“Congrats mate, knew you could do it”
“Thanks Mike, you almost had it there.”
“I know.”
The fun and happiness we were both experienced began to deflate like one of those balloons when we turned and faced Drew. That evil glint was back in his eyes. He began to address us and the crowd.

“Having lost 2 games tonight Mike is officially our loser and will meet the ultimate fate!” The crowd cheered loudly. “Now Jake, as the victor you have a number of choices. Firstly, you can leave now. No more gunge, no more things down your boxers.” There was a slight booing in the audience, they had tasted mess and were eager for more. “You could take the next challenge and either rescue Mike from the ultimate messy fate or a cash prize. Or you could take the place of Mike in his messy fate.”

I thought back to what we saw of Zach when we first entered this building. I didn’t want to go into that vat of black tar like gunk, and I sensed Mike was headed to something worse. But I didn’t want to leave Mike to fend against Drew alone. Somehow, I didn’t think Drew would let me go that easy either, he probably had something else planned. I mouthed 2 to Mike and he gave a slight nod in agreement. He seemed to be having a conversation with Zach. The obstacle course had been fun, and I was sure that with Mike near by I would be ok. “Option 2” I said aloud. Mike finished his conversation with Zach and gave me a look of horror. Zach had just told him what was about to happen.

“Excellent!” Proclaimed Drew. “First, cross the bridge to the next platform.” I did. As I went over the crowd tried to give me as many high fives as they could. When I got there Zach was waiting for me with some rope. “Now Zach is going to tie you to the contraption behind you.” My arms and legs were spread as he tied my feet and hands in place. The rope was wound around my body, and the Chelsea top was cut off so that the rope could follow the outline of my abs. Sensing what was going to happen next, I gritted my teeth as the speedo and shorts were also removed and I was sprayed with a jet of ice-cold water. I stared at Drew with a look of pure anger, Mike just stood there helpless. Drew whispered in his ear and Mike came towards me with a towel and gave me a thorough rub down, spending a little longer than he needed down below. Mike wouldn’t meet my eyes, the only thing he would mutter was that he was so sorry, that this was always going to happen, and that it was his fault.

“We should probably give the man some modesty back. I found his favourite white ck’s from earlier. Mike, be a dear, and help him put them back on.” Mike did. They were still covered in the warm slime from earlier. I really enjoyed the way they felt on me, even though it felt like it was too late. Everyone had seen it all now. Someone grabbed Mike and stripped him of his singlet. They tied his arms behind his back and were putting on the speedos I was just wearing. Man, they looked epic on him. Finally, his legs were locked in place.

“So here we are then Jake. Time for your challenge. You’ve chosen to compete in one final challenge, the risk here is high, but so is the reward. You’re competing for the honour of tonight’s champion, as well as a cash prize. In front of you are 32 buckets. Some of them contain nothing, some of them a bucket of slime. Some of them have something a little bit more special. You need to choose 10 buckets. You can stop at any time and take half of the winnings so far. The rest go towards Mike and his fate.”

I nodded to say that I understood. 10 buckets were a lot, and I couldn’t deny that I was longing to have some of that slime poured over me. But perhaps unsurprisingly I was also apprehensive, what did Drew mean by more special? The games were fun, and silly in their own way, but Mike was with me. A stranger I had only met a few days, but someone I felt that I could trust implicitly. I couldn’t be sure if he had thrown the game earlier so that the evening could end quicker. However, it was just me on my own at this point. Mike was helpless. As I was looking towards the buckets, I could see Drew placing some sort of gag in Mike’s mouth. Sort of ball shaped, I had never seen it before, but my sense of alarm grew. Drew had ensured there was no way that Mike could help me now.

“Let’s do this then” I said aloud to the crowd. I wanted to get this over with.
“Choose your buckets then!” Replied Drew.
“Ok… Let’s begin with 1”. Drew came closer and tipped the bucket labelled 1 over my head. I could feel my heart begin to race as the bucket began to tip. “Empty,” announced Drew “but '/2200 in your prize fund.”

'/2200? That was a considerable sum of money, almost half of the rent Drew owed me. Feeling braver, and a little more confident, I chose buckets 7 and 16. 7 was also empty (another '/2200) and was met with a slight groan from the crowd. Bucket 16 was full of chocolate sauce, it poured over my head like a chocolate shower, cascading over my chest, slowly drippling onto my boxers. It was clear from both Drew and Mike’s reaction down below that they approved of the sauce. It also got me another '/250. Drew came up to me and put a finger through the sauce, following the outline of my pec’s, and licked the finger clean. “Excellent,” said Drew “3 buckets down, 7 to go.”

“5”

The crowd gave an audible ooh sound. Suddenly I felt the urge for the ground to open up and swallow me up. Clearly, they had prior knowledge of what was in the buckets. “A special bucket, another '/2200. Take all 3 forfeits and we will triple your winnings if you take all 10. Or choose just 1 and we’ll save the others for later.”
I thought for a second. I was already on '/2450, this would take me to '/2650. The money was getting serious. Mike was shaking his head, he could see into the buckets, but I couldn’t. I wanted to trust Mike on this, but I realised that if I didn’t take them, he would. I decided to go for it.

“Ok then. Zach the boxers!” Zach held open the boxers and poured ice cream down the back of them. I let out an involuntary shriek. I felt my cock shrink back in surprise. “Want to stop?” asked Drew, almost wanting me to give in. My resolve hardened. “Nope, bring it.” The crowd jeered with support. They were enjoying this. “Ok then. Enjoy this cake batter down the front” (It was slightly warmer) “and a custard pie sandwich.”

My sight was obscured by the cream in my eyes, and I temporarily couldn’t hear. Zach wiped some of the gunk so I could see and hear once more. As he did so I could feel the batter streaming down my legs and the boxers sagging on my ass. The chocolate and custard were mixing together, and my back was turning a mixture of brown and yellow as the two colours mixed. I could feel it sliding down my back and sliding down the crack into my boxers. I noticed that Zach has carefully opened the boxers without Drew seeing so that the gunk could slip out, stopping them from falling down. He must have noticed my fury at being stripped earlier. He gave me a quick reassuring hug. “It might get worse yet, but if you win, we have a plan.” Zach whispered in my ears.

Emboldened I shouted out 13. Unlucky for some, but not for me. Another empty and '/2200 ('/2850 now, 5 buckets to go.) Buckets 18 and 20 were full of vivid green nastarol, its gunk thrown at me like they did on the TV. Most of it went on the audience behind me, which was met by an almighty roar of approval, though some of it hit me square in the crotch. My previously white boxers were now various shades of green, brown and yellow, and were sticking to me in a very obvious way. Some of this stuff was horrible, the slimy stickiness and smell were vile. However, part of me was enjoying this as much as the time it was just Mike and myself on my floor. The tenting in my boxers was obvious, and I was sure I could see Mikes own member popping out of the speedo’s. Drew caught my glance and smiled. What might that cost me?

Bucket 3 was full of trifle which was poured over my head and wiped into my boxers under Drew’s instructions. This time there was a definite sag and Drew came up to me (wearing transparent gloves I noticed) and pulled the boxers up, giving me a wedgie to remember. “Another '/2250 for Jake being such a good sport.” I was relieved when that one was over. Before he went back over to Mike and the buckets, I noticed he gave me a look of longing. Not tonight, not ever after this I thought.

2 buckets left. One was another special, spaghetti hoops, porridge and eggs. The hoops and porridge were poured over my head and chest, mixing with the others and my chest hair. The eggs were popped into my boxers, 32 in all, and Zach with a few other audience members came and gave me a big hug, ensuring they all cracked. As they did so everyone was encouraging me, saying it would be ok. I was beginning to sense that the audience was turning on Drew.

“Final bucket Jake.”
“32” I chose. I knew the moment Drew said there were 32 buckets why he went for that number. It was my 32nd birthday tomorrow. I had told no one, I hated anyone making a fuss. Inside the bucket was loads of sprinkles and confetti. Zach came up to me with a cake, smooshed it in my face and continued to wipe it down my chest, and eventually over my boxers.

“Well played Jake. I wasn’t sure if you would last all 10. Well one final challenge for you. I’ll round up the prize money to '/210,000 if you will agree to my mega sliming. And declare you champion of champions.” I thought about it for a long time.

There I was, tied to a post, standing there in a pair of white CK’s, slime and muck covering my chest, abs, arms and legs. More was incoming, cold, wet and foul, if I agreed to his terms. I was starting to feel cold, the warmth of the various buckets gone, but my member still standing to attention. I knew almost instantly that I wanted this. To experience his mega slime, to beat Drew at his own game, and to claim the money. I nodded, afraid that if I spoke, I would give away my nervousness and excitement.
“Then let’s do it. Strip the boxers.” Now I was not only tied to the post, covered in gunk and slime, I was also nude at the same time.