Still covered by the blindfold, the darkness continued. Before leaving this new room, Jake had moved me towards a wall, at least that's what it felt like with the limited movement and sensations available to me. Smooth and firm. I thought I must be in a corner as there seemed to be another wall which, whilst also smooth, was cold to the touch. It almost felt metallic which didn't make any sense.

Jake had made sure I was firmly tied to something, a pole maybe, some contraption of Ben's? I didn't know for sure. I was left there for what felt like hours, but it was probably only a few minutes. The room was quiet, apart from a gentle ticking clock from somewhere and a gentle chugging or pumping noise. Whatever this room was, it wasn't a normal one.
With my sight limited, my other senses grew stronger. There wasn't anything to taste with the air, but the room had a slight odour of something that reminded me of poster paint. Maybe I was in an art studio? There was some whispering or muttering outside the room in what I assumed was the general direction of the door. I strained to hear what was being said but I couldn't really make anything out.

The door creaked as it opened, and Ben and Jake came in with the chair, placing it near me. One of them left the room again, returning moments later carrying something. I guessed it might have been the key to the cuffs as the next thing I knew the handcuffs were released from wherever I was, and a firm hand was placed on each of my wrists.

They were Jake's, I knew them anywhere.

He guided me towards the chair, but he felt different. He wasn't in his usual outfit of jeans and a vest. This was something different, something

Before I could finish my thought, I heard a sound like a curtain being drawn behind me. I twisted my head instinctively to try and see what was going on, forgetting I couldn't see. "Don't you worry about that" came Ben's voice.
"You're at the chair" Jake said reassuringly.
Carefully, and with a bit of help from Jake, I sat down and instantly regretted it. You know how chairs often feel comfortable and firm. Supportive. This one didn't. As I sat something went squish. Recoiling I tried to stand up, but two sets of hands pushed me back into the squish. One of them, Ben I think from the hint of cologne I smelled when we kissed earlier, straddled me, keeping me in place. The other tied my hands to the back of the chair as well as my legs, forcing me to spread them wide. Whatever had gone squish was also gooey and sticky, coating my bum in something almost cake like.

My shoulders slumped.

I realised that I had just stuck my bare ass into a thick gooey cake, and it had gone everywhere.

Slowly the blindfold was removed from my face, and blinking I looked into those stunning blue eyes of the man sat on me, Ben. His smile lit up his entire face, clearly having a good time. It was infectious. Despite my predicament I couldn't help but smile and laugh too. Ben had gotten changed out of his joggers, now wearing a tight-fitting white t shirt which accentuated his lean and toned body, and a pair of pale blue shorts. The feel of his bare legs against mine was almost electric.
"That's good mate. This can this can be a lot, but I'm impressed. There's more to come. A lot more if you think you can handle it."

Whilst I hadn't really been expecting what had happened so far, I knew that I had occasionally wondered what it might be like. There had been times when I looked up a few sites on the internet. Growing up when I had, there was always some cute guy on the tv getting covered in pies or slime every few weeks. I couldn't lie, it certainly intrigued me, but I had never acted on it. I always wondered what it might feel like, but never expected to find out. So far it was better than I thought it would be it certainly wasn't gross. When visiting those sites, something I had started to do a little more often these days, I'd chatted to a few people online, and they seemed like fun. But just random people on the net, nothing was ever going to come from it.
I had mentioned a little of this once to Jake after a few too many drinks on a night out. Wondering out loud what it might be like to be tied up at the mercy of a cute guy. But as he had never mentioned it again, I thought maybe I dreamt it, or we were too drunk to remember it. Now I had a chance to think more about it, it was Jake that had sort of mentioned Ben to me in the first place. As I looked round the room I was, in as my eyes readjusted to the light, it seemed familiar. I couldn't quite place it, but I did wonder if I'd seen something similar online.

"You ok Si?" Jake asked, a slight note of concern in his voice. I realised I must have been daydreaming. I tried to turn round to see what he was wearing, but the way I was tied prevented me from seeing him properly.
"Yeah, ok Jake. Well apart from wearing a jock, feeling quite exposed, and having what I guess is cake filling my arse crack. Oh, and there's some handsome attractive guy sitting across my thighs, and an equally hot one has tied me to this chair. I've had worse days."
"Hehe. Of course," replied Jake, blushing slightly. Ben's face just sparkled that little bit more.

"Well, it sounds like our little Si," Ben looked down at me "or maybe not so little, is ready to play a game. It's a simple one. Do everything, and I mean everything, we say and there will be a reward for being a good boy. You get to choose what happens to Jake. Fail and there's something behind that curtain waiting for you."

I gulped. I wasn't sure I liked the sound of that, especially not being able to see what was behind it. And whilst everything so far had been beyond anything I'd done before, taking me past my comfort zone, I was enjoying it. Not that I'd admit that to Ben. Maybe I would to Jake later. I realised that Ben was waiting for an answer.
"Erm yeah go on. I mean what's the worse that could happen."
"Is that a yes then!"
"Err yes."

There was a pregnant pause. It felt like I'd got something wrong. Jake leant towards my ear and whispered. Understanding dawned. Ben was the person in control. Everything was up to him, and he deserved the respect that the situation gave him.

"Err yes sir." I corrected myself.
"There we go, I can see you're a quick learner." Ben replied, giving Jake a knowing look. "You might need a quick change though, and a clean up. But what should you wear???" He exchanged a brief glance with Jake and his smile grew. "Ah I see, Jake has already sorted it. There will be a box waiting for you just outside the door of the shower."

The sound of some scissors snipping against plastic told me that I'd been tied with some cable ties to the chair, and I was finally able to turn round and see my good friend Jake. His face was full of joy and relief, relief at not knowing if I would enjoy or even take what was being thrown at me. I threw him a cheeky grin and he visibly relaxed. Then I saw what he was wearing it looked like a cycling suit that pro cyclists would wear. Whilst Jake was physically fit, he wasn't particularly ripped. You would say that he was well built, and in a fight you'd want him on your side. He filled out the cycle suit well, his biceps bulging in the tight gear. It wasn't the only part of him bulging. Looking downwards, the outline of his growing, hard, cock was visible. I raised an eyebrow at Jake and he blushed, looking anywhere but me. I hadn't seen this shy side of Jake before. He'd always been a bit cocky and the life of the party down the clubs. I knew this might be a side of him I'd have to explore with him another time, once this was over.

Ben stood up, and released from the chair I went towards Jake to give him a hug out of relief. I almost got to within arms reach of him when Ben called "Stop".
"No, no, no. Not yet" he continued "When I say so. I control what you do for the rest of the day now Si. So go clean up and get changed. Or I will will have to add a forfeit".