I was stuck trying to write this for some time. Then it hit me, I needed to change the point of view. The rest of the story is told by Mike.

I watched Zach free Jake’s legs and remove his boxers. I was gobsmacked that he would agree to this. I hadn’t been completely truthful with Jake. I had set this place up with Drew many years ago. Zach had filled me in on what the megaslime was, and that I was about to meet something similar. But I couldn’t do anything about it, just watch helplessly on. Just looking at the slime covered Jake was pushing all my buttons, and I was turned on. The way that it showed the shape of his chest, revealing his muscles in a way that I hadn’t noticed before. And his ass was just pure indescribable joy. I knew he would struggle to believe it but he was one of the hottest guys I had seen in a long time. And now he was going to get more slime than he ever bargained for. I was straining at the leash holding me in place, wishing for anything that would help free me so I could shield him from the deluge. As I strained the walls of a tank were assembled around him, various pipes and tubes were skating inwards, aiming at all parts of him. Drew had added a new one since I had last seen it, one shooting it straight upwards, up Jake’s arse.

“Jake. Surrounding you is a tank the like of which has rarely been seen before. Out of all those pipes will come gallons of gunge. Cold, smelly, colourful. It is an ordeal few have volunteered for, fewer have survived. The countdown will begin as soon as the door is closed. You can stop it at any time by pressing the button at your feet. Understand?”
Jake nodded again. As the door closed Zach cut the gag in my mouth when Drew wasn’t looking. He was too busy getting ready to press all of the buttons in front of him. I hadn’t seen him that excited since the night we first made love.

“Jake” I cried out
“Mike, it’ll be ok.” Jake replied. Look at him being the confident one now. “Zach explained.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah”
“After this, do you ermm..”
“Go on a date? About time you asked! Of course.” I could hear the crowd begin to countdown 3…
“Pizza?” 2…
“Pizza. Beer. Fun.” 1…

With that Jake was engulfed in gallons of multicolour slime. Slime firing at his chest, back, legs, cock. Everywhere. His head was coned in some gorgeous looking pink and green slime, whilst his ass was turning a wonderful blue. He looked upwards, as if daring to ask if that was all that the tank had got when the upwards ass jet kicked in, and the main vat opened up and 150 litres of slime was dumped on him. After what felt an eternity it stopped, my restraints were unlocked, and I ran over to the tank. As I opened the door, I was expecting my feet to be coated in a flood of slime. They weren’t. I spied another tube taking the excess gunge away. I would be subjected to its reuse. I rushed in and gave Jake a massive hug. He was shivering a little from the cold but had managed to wipe enough of the purple gunge that had just covered his face so that I could see the whites of his eyes. They were sparkling.

“That was incredible” he mouthed. I couldn’t resist any longer and we embraced, mouths interlocking. Jake put his slimy hands down the back of my trunks, each hand firmly placed on my backside. I could feel his cock, hard and thick, rubbing against my front. I wanted to kneel down and wipe it clean with my mouth. The crowd were cheering, Drew standing there in shock. His plan was beginning to back fire. We broke off for a few seconds and Drew whispered in my ear. “Zach says rule 42. Do you know what it means?”
Rule 42. I created this place, I knew how it worked. From the moment the first game ended I was putting the cogs in motion, recruiting and filling Zach in on the plan. The only person I couldn’t tell was Drew, there just wasn’t time. I grinned at Jake.
“Rule 42” I said out loud to the audience. Drew looked straight at me with fear in his eyes. He remembered the rule very well. “How did it go again? Something like the winner and survivor of the megaslime deposes the current champion and is free to do what he likes to said champion.”

“Ermm... yes that sounds right.”
“Who is the current champion Drew?” I threw Jake a towel so he could wipe as much of the slime off as he could. I saw that Zach and some of his friends has done something similar.
“I… I… dunno?” said Drew, stammering with fear.
“It’s Drew” spurted out Zach. “The last and only time I’ve seen him touch the stuff”
“Thanks Zach” said Drew, you could taste the spite and venom in his words.

Drew was edging closer to the stairs; an emergency exit we had built in to avoid the slime on the messiest nights. Zach got there first. “So, what does this mean Mike” asked Jake standing beside me. Someone had passed him a grey vest and a pair of black jersey shorts. He had been able to wipe a lot of the slime off himself, though there were still purple and green marks on his face and arms. The clothes clung to him in interesting ways. “Can I slime Drew?”
“It means exactly that my friend.” I returned the favour from Jake earlier and put my hand in his shorts, he on gone commando this time. I approved.

“Excellent”

A couple of the girls in the audience had got hold of Drew and removed his shirt and trousers and dressed him in a rugby kit. The kit was very tight fitting on Drew. They kissed him and caressed his body as they handcuffed him to the post, before wishing him luck. Like everyone else they had all secretly wanted this to happen to Drew for some time. He had been champion for many years. The chanting began “Slime. Slime. Slime” and I picked up one of the buckets from earlier (mushy peas) and threw it at Drew. Then chaos broke through and all sorts of buckets were thrown at him custard, nastarol, beans, porridge, gravy. His white top and shorts were white no more. After a few minutes the buckets were empty, and Drew was unrecognisable, more likely to be mistaken for the swamp monster than anything else. Drew was furious with us. With his free hand he wiped his eyes clear. I explained to Jake what he should do next and made my way to Drew.

“Gathered audience, apologies that our aim was so poor. We seem to have gotten more onto you than poor Drew here.” They laughed, and many of them were secretly very appreciative that the slime had missed Drew and landed on them. “And to poor Drew. That was some sliming. I offer my hand in the name of friendship and to thank him for being such a good sport. And to thank him for looking after this place and you for all these years.” I offered Drew a towel, uncuffed him and guided him, hands joined and raised in the air, to the centre.
“Thanks for nothing” grumbled Drew under his breath “that was supposed to be for you. As payment for that the way it ended.”

“We both suffered, we both took time to get over it. I’m sorry you couldn’t move on.” I replied through gritted teeth. Our breakup had been bitter and full of resentment. I had lost a lot of what I had built up, this business, great friendships. But it had pushed me out the door, to explore the world. I was a better person for it. I was sad that the opposite seemed to have happened to Drew, and that he had dragged Jake into this. “There’s one thing left to do. We should do it together.” Drew looked up. All the recycled slime from earlier was above their heads, the floor beneath them was a trapdoor. “Any requests?” I asked.
“There’s no way out of this is there?”
“Always a way out, just say no.”
“Just do it. I’ve dreaded this for years, never been brave enough to give into the ultimate desire. Too scared”
“If you’re sure. This is like last time, only last time you pushed me in. I won’t desert you on this occasion, like you did to me.” I nodded at Jake.

A flashing red light and klaxon went off. Instantly we covered in an almighty shower of multicoloured gunk. From the outside you couldn’t see us there was so much coming down, it was like a wall of gunge. It ran down my back, speedos filling up rapidly which Drew was holding open. I returned the favour and held open his shorts. We embraced quietly and exchanged a quick kiss. Part of each of us still cared for the other, and then the floor opened up and we fell onto a slide heading towards the black vat we saw Zach in earlier. Our slime was mixing with the tar like substance as we submerged. It was unreal, I could feel it all around me. Somewhere I had lost the trunks as I went head first into the muck, Drew lost the rugby top. I surfaced and spat some of the stuff that had got into my mouth. A few moments later I could see a bubble form in the gunk and then popped out Drew’s face. He gave the slightest of nods and then swam as best he could to the ladder. A few of the crowd helped him out and lifted him onto his shoulders. His new housemates Jake told me later. I couldn’t be sure if Drew had enjoyed that, but it felt good to get some form of revenge on him after the events of today.

“Hey Mike you ok?”
I looked up. It was Jake. He looked concerned, I had forgotten to mention to him about the slide, knew that he would have tried to talk me out of it. I wiped as much of the muck off my face as possible, gave him the thumbs ups and laid back in the gunk. It was very relaxing. The consistency was thick enough that you could float in it quite happily, and they had installed some heaters since my last visit as it was a nice comfortable temperature. Next thing I knew was there was a giant woop and splash as Jake landed in the vat. Most of the splash landed outside the pool onto an attractive looking audience member. I swam over and helped Jake up, wiping the slime of his face. The grin on his face was the largest I had seen on him yet.

“This is a lot more fun than I realised” He said.
“Guess you really like the mess than.”
“You know I didn’t think I would. So childish, buts it the best thing that has happened to me. That, and you.”

I knew Jake meant every word of it. We made out, and I helped Jake take the vest off. With a bit of fumbling Jake’s shorts also came off and were thrown out the vat onto that poor audience members head. She took them and held them close, feeling that she was one of the luckiest people in the world. I put my hands round Jake, wrapping my legs around his. We kissed again and I pulled him under. We rolled about and explored each other’s bodies under that slime and surfaced once again. I began to rub the slime into his chest, the hair forming a nice swirling pattern.

“I’m so turned on right now Mike.”
“I know Jake, me too”
“This evening has got a happy ending after all.”
“Yes it has.”
“I wasn’t sure it would. When we got here all I wanted to do was bolt and run. So glad I stayed. And that I met you. You’ve opened my eyes and I want to explore more with you.”
“You’ve been on quite a journey Jake.”
“That’s an understatement.”
I ducked him under the gunge once more.

“You know what Jake” I said, wiping the black gunk out of his eyes, bringing him closer.
“What?” he replied. I was enjoying lying in this pool with Jake, allowing our body heat to spread through the pool. His body felt so good next to mine, mine still recovering from the exertions of the last few minutes. As we hugged I could feel his cock against mine, waiting for a helping hand.
“I have a friend in New Zealand. He’s not so much into this sort of stuff, but he does like the mud.”
“oh..”
“I’ll be busy for a few months, somehow I don’t think Drew will be back here in a while and it will be mine again. This place doesn’t run itself”
“Of course.”
“But when you’re ready, fancy a visit?”
“Yeah, lets go”. Jake replied a massive grin on his face. And with that he pulled me in for another kiss and dragged me under that black gunk once more.