Forfeit? With cake covering my ass I didn't need telling twice and I was guided the short distance back to the room I had first got cleaned up in. This time I used the shower to warm up, not releasing I how cold I had got, and then towelled myself down again once I was convinced that I had got all the cake out of my crack. With the towel around my neck, it was time to open up the box Jake had chosen me to wear for the next set of "games".

On the top of the box was a small card from Jake. It read in his neatest handwriting "I know some of what has happened, and what will happen, might seem a bit odd" that's a bit of an understatement I thought "but I got the feeling you would enjoy sharing some of my interests. To be part of Ben's crew is a dream for me, and he's treated everyone I've met with respect. I'd love for you to be part of it to, and that you'll enjoy the experiences. If it gets too much or you want it to stop just say, and we will. Following the instructions and commands of one person isn't for everyone. Enjoy the gear, whatever happens today its yours forever. And I remember everything you said and did that night you thought I was drunk. Even the stuff you'll have forgotten. Jake"

My mind was racing, pieces started to fall into place, but what had I said that night to Jake? And what did I do? Other than maybe mention wondering what it was like to be tied up I couldn't be sure. But then I thought about some of my other hidden interests, the ones where you'd clear the internet history of afterwards. He couldn't know about those. Surely? I remembered that curtain, it couldn't contain surely not. Thinking about the curtain reminded me of Ben, and his warning. I guessed that if I took much longer, he wouldn't be happy, and I had this growing desire to keep him happy.

I took the lid of the box off and saw a football kit. I didn't know too much about football, though I was able to keep up a pretence of knowledge about it with the lads at work. They hadn't clicked I was more into the players, and the kits, especially when it was all a bit wet and muddy. I took the kit out of the box and took it in. There were some white knee length socks, white shorts and a red/black shirt. Maybe one of the united teams? I wasn't too sure really. At the bottom were a pair of light blue Nike boxers. A pair very similar to ones I had seen Jake wear on nights out, so similar that I became convinced they were the same ones. How did he know I loved them?
I put on the boxers, they were a snug fit, and then the shorts and top. They fitted perfectly; Ben had somehow been doing his research clearly.

As I went to put the socks on there was a knock on the door.
"We're ready for you Si"
"Ok" I replied and opened the door. Jake was still in the cycle suit, though it was now unzipped slightly so that his chest was more visible. He looked a little out of breath, the hair on his chest slightly damp with sweat, making his suit slightly see through as it clung to his body.
"He made me sit on his bike turbo whilst we were waiting." Jake said answering the unsaid question. My face must have looked concerned, it was very warm in Ben's house. "Oh, its ok, Ben would occasionally squirt a water pistol at me."
"I wasn't that long, was I?" I asked.
"About 10 minutes" I hadn't realised how long it had been. "Come on, lets get started. Enjoying my Nikes?"
I nodded back to Jake. "Yep, very comfortable." I replied
"I wore them on my run over here this morning. Ah here we are."

We entered the room again, and it was definitely a little warmer than I remembered. I could already feel a bead of sweat forming on my forehead. One look at Ben showed me that this was exactly what he wanted.

"I was beginning to think you had skipped out on us, not coming back, but the wait was worth it to see you like this. Come closer Si, I like to inspect everyone before we begin."
I went over to him, and once again he paused slightly before placing his hands on me, checking that I was ok with his hands touching me. I nodded slightly. Even though we had only just met, and he'd been instrumental in everything so far, for some reason I felt safe around Ben. He felt like the sort of person who might well push my limits, but that he would also respect them. Ben felt my chest and arms again, placing them on top of, and under, the shirt. As I looked into his blue eyes, Ben placed his hands under the shorts, and I was longing for him to kiss me again. Ben looked down and saw the boxers I was wearing. He looked over to Jake with an amused smile of approval. I don't think he was expecting Jake to give me those to wear.

Ben leaned in, my pulse started racing a little again, and instead of going for a kiss like I had hoped, he whispered in my ear "this is going to be fun. Kneel boy."

I knelt. My eyes were level with his crotch, and I looked up longingly at him. Was this part of the game? What was I supposed to do now? The last time I was at some guy's knees many years ago I began sucking his cock off, but that was from a random hook up in a club which I didn't really enjoy. This This however felt different. I was incredibly turned on. Ben put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up slightly. "No" he said, "well at least not yet", that cheeky grin on his face once more. "First some fun, for me at least, and then a trip behind the curtain for one of you."

The mysterious curtain loomed once more over the room and the day's events. Now that I wasn't tied up, I could turn around a bit more and get a better look at it. It covered an entire corner of the room, hiding what looked like a tall round cylindrical type of box.
Ben picked up on my curiosity and moved over to the curtain. "Cheeky" he said. "Trying to work out what is behind here. I can show you, but it will come at a cost."
I thought about it - what could be the worst that could happen? I mean I had already had cake go up my arse, and nothing worst instantly came to mind. "I'll pay the cost".
"Are you sure"
"Yeah"
"Ok then" and with that Ben pulled back the curtain, revealing a transparent cylindrical tube. There was a step into the tube, and if someone went into it there was a chair for them to sit on. Attached at various points to the chair and tube were various restraints, and the chair itself was sat on top of a metal grill. I could see a couple of tubes pointing into the tube at the top, one hanging further down inside, and another couple pointing up through the floor. On the very top of the tube was a large colourful box, its contents hidden but there were hints of pink and green and white.

Suddenly I knew where I was. I knew who Ben was. I knew what that tube was.
Stuttering I asked "Erm erm Ben" he looked at me "I mean sir." I was struggling for words; I didn't know how to phrase my question. "Erm.. Are you also known as the SlimeBeast? And is this, errr, the Slime Beasts dungeon?"

Ben nodded.

I gulped. Suddenly sitting on a cake was no longer the worst thing that could happen. Ben's grin widened, full of mischief. "Nice to meet you, Si97."
Eek.