Ben knew a lot more about me than I realised. A heck of a lot more. He was one of those people I had occasionally chatted with online, talking about some of my fantasies. Fantasies that were fun but not likely to ever happen. An interest and desire to be submerged in gunge one day, to have someone take control and tell me what to do. And I had never known it was Ben, someone I had chatted to and met on a random app to hook up and find friends. They were two separate people, at least that's what I had thought. Now that I could connect the dots, I could place him in videos I had brought, where people had been reduced to a whimpering mess, almost obliterated with slime and worse. And that was on the tamer end of what was available.

"It's time to make that payment. I believe Jake the MessyStan is ready."

I wanted the floor to swallow me up. I knew that name, I had chatted with a MessyStan online. I had never known, Jake, my best mate was also into the same stuff as I was. That like I had with Ben, I had confided in, that he also had another identity. I must have said something to Jake that night and he had connected the dots in a way I hadn't, plotting for me to live out those dreams.
I turned to Jake and there he was, the friend I had known for years, but also the avatar I had trusted online. The two separate people becoming one. And in his hand was a cake, the cake I had sat on, with what seemed a fresh bit of extra icing and cream. Before I had a chance to react or flinch the cake was thrust into my face, turning it into a creamy chocolatey messy. It turned out I had sat in a Black Forest cake, and its squidgy remains were now on my face.

"Tut, tut, tut" Ben said "You've made your nice new gear messy. This will need cleaning up. Jake take him to the pool."

Jake guided me over to an inflatable pool that had been set up near the cylindrical tube and sat me down in it. Then, under Bens careful watch, he carried a small orange bucket over, its contents close to overflowing. Ben instructed me to look upwards and slowly Jake poured the bucket over my head. A thick purple goo oozed out of it, cascading over my head, covering my body and pooling in my shorts. Some trickled down my back and I could feel the cold liquid make its way downwards into the shorts. It felt like nothing I could have imagined, almost silk like. I knew I wanted more, the full bucket over me and for Ben to tell me to open my shorts to fill them up. And that was just a small taste, what would more feel like. That was when a second larger bucket full of cold water was thrown over me, and for the second time that day I was drenched through. The water took me by surprise, my body tensing up with shock as it washed away the slime and cake. The only small comforts I could take was at least I wasn't wearing a white kit, and that it was a bucket and not a hose or being thrown into a full pool. Though from videos I had seen of Ben's dungeon I knew both were a possibility.

Jake threw me a towel and I tried my best to dry myself, but it was difficult with a sudden shivering and chattering of teeth. The kit was clinging to every part of my body leaving nothing to the imagination again. The outline of my body and my growing cock visible to everyone.
"It seems you need warming up Si, but maybe we can do something about that" I wondered what he meant. Whilst I would enjoy being in a sauna with these two, I knew that wasn't going to happen today. "For our first game all you need to do is some push ups. The person who does the most push ups wins."

It sounded too simple to be true. I could do a lot of them, and Ben was right in that they would help me warm up a bit. But looking at Jake I knew he could too. Realising that there must be a catch was when I saw several pies lying on a mat.
"Fail a push up and your face goes into the pie. We'll place an extra one underneath your crotch. For motivation reasons." I sensed another bucket of cold water in someone's future. I didn't want that to be me.

Jake went first, he managed an impressive 54 push ups before his arms gave out, and his face smashed into the pie sending shaving cream everywhere. I gulped. I was good but I didn't know if I was that good. Jake looked pleased, full of confidence that he would win this round. He found a towel and wiped most of the cream off his face. Now it was my turn.

The first 20 were easy, I was able to keep some good form, my body developing a pump. As I got to 30 my arms began to burn, each push getting more difficult. Ben squatted down next to me, his voice present in my ear every time I finished another push up. "Is that the best you've got" he would whisper. "Look at your weedy arms." "A child could do better." "I expect more from my crew". As we got to 50 the fatigue in my arm grew unbearable, but I wasn't going to give in, not when I was so close. What Ben had said to me stoked something deep inside, a primal urge to show that I was better than anyone else. "51 52 53."

I was almost there, but I was getting closer and closer to that pie "54"

"55".

I had done it, beaten Jake in this challenge, and then my arms gave way. My face fell to the floor and into the pie. Squelch. Foam went everywhere, and my face and crotch were a white foamy mess.
I manage to sit up. Crestfallen Jake threw me the towel he had used so that I could wipe away as much of the mess as I could. "Good work" he mouthed to me so that Ben couldn't hear or see.
"Lose the game and you get punished. Those are the rules. Jake you've lost this time." Ben said, watching with a hawk's gaze. "Si, over there is some tape, take Jake's hands behind his back and bind them." I did as I was told.

"I've been waiting for a while to do this to you Jakey boy" said Ben, unzipping Jake's cycle suit.
Ben produced a funnel, and I could feel Jake tense as I held his hands to tie him. Jake knew what was about to happen. Next Ben instructed me to put my hands through Jake's arms and onto his chest to hold him still. It meant I was pressed up tight to him, my still damp clothes next pressed onto his white cycle suit. I was conscious that my bulge was also pressing into Jakes ass, but there was nothing I could do about it. Ben placed the funnel at the base of the zip of Jake's cycle suit and poured a jug of thick black slime into it. I could only imagine what Jake was feeling as the slime slid down the inside of his suit, covering his crotch and cock.

Ben put two more full jugs down there and I could feel the slime oozing out of the cycle suit and down his leg. The way Jake shuddered it was clear than this wasn't like the warm slime he'd poured over me. Ben zipped the suit back up and gave me a look to say I could let go and step back. Ben massaged the slime about the front of the suit for a few moments, whispering into Jake's ear. And then, to my surprise they had a long passionate kiss before Ben broke away. Jake visibly sagged. One look at him told me just how turned on he had become, so close to that moment of release, despite the coldness of the slime.

Being tied up and punished like this was having an effect on my friend that I had never seen or could have imagined. Even though I now know who he was we'd never talked about this. Though I realised I had only talked about what my fantasies were with MessyStan, not what he was into. I was intrigued by what I saw, but at the same time apprehensive. I thought back to Bens most recent videos. About what he had unleashed onto others. Could I put myself through that? The brief moment of slime had felt awesome earlier, but I looked at the tank looming in the corner. That was a whole different level. People had been lost underneath the torrent of slime it could unleash, and if tied down I didn't want to think about it.

Ben, noticing that he had got his top covered in slime, vanished behind the curtain. When he came back, he had changed into a loose fitting pale yellow vest tee and a pair of shortish black shorts this time. Peeking out from underneath the shorts was some sort of white boxers or compression shorts, but it was difficult to tell what.

Seeing the way, I looked at him, Ben beckoned me over to him.
"Kneel" Ben instructed once more. So, I did. Ben proceeded to wipe some of Jake's slime off me and then I was permitted to touch his shorts. His legs were firm and solid, feeling powerful. The shorts clung to his thighs, and they felt silky smooth, clearly some form of lycra. They felt amazing.