"Time for another game" Ben said. Jake was still bound, black goo still oozing out the suit. He looked incredible like this, the outline of his hard erect cock very visible. I was really enjoying seeing him in this new light. "The last game was about strength; this one is about skill. And maybe just a bit of luck."

I wondered how many games there would be.

"All you have to do is throw this ringed hoop over the target. Three hoops, three targets. Each one is worth different points." The targets all looked the same to me I had no idea which one would be worth what, and I got the feeling Ben wouldn't say.
"To make it interesting" he added "for every attempt you miss you lose an item of clothing."
I looked over at Jake, counting. Other than the cycle suit, which I guessed counted as one item, I could only see a pair of socks. I had known Jake a while, but had never seen him so exposed, and I was finding that I wanted to see more. Presumably Ben knew what he was doing, maybe there was something under the suit.

I counted how many clothes I was wearing. The top, the shorts and the boxers. I had never got round to putting the socks on. I gulped. Throwing wasn't a strong point for me, and I was only wearing 3 items, for 3 attempts. Jake might not be the only one exposed here.

Jake was untied and collected his rings. As the loser of the previous round, he got to go first. On the way to taking his position he came over to where I was kneeling and ruffled my hair. "Good luck champ, you might need it." And then he threw the first ring around the nearest hoop and succeeded in getting it onto the target.

I was permitted to stand and took my position. I took a deep breath, steadied my gaze, and aimed. In what seemed to take an eternity the hoop glided through the air and missed the target by about a foot. "Shocking" said Ben, Jake nodding in agreement. "Remove the shorts" Ben instructed, and so I did.

Ben picked them up and threw them into a largish bucket of green slime. Jake's grin grew. It was his turn, and he threw, but just like me he missed, though by only mere millimetres. "Socks" Ben instructed, and they too went in the gunge filled bucket. My excitement at seeing Jake without the suit was growing, as was the trepidation of losing my clothing. I aimed once again and I was closer to a target this time, just not the one I wanted to hit. "Shirt" came the instruction, and so it was taken off and put into the bucket. I was left just wearing Jake's Nike boxers. Jake's grin continued to grow, he was enjoying this, and I think he wanted to see me fully exposed as much as I him. "Peachy" said Jake, admiring how his boxers fitted on my body. "Final throw," interjected Ben "Si you throw first this time."

This was it. If I wanted to remain with some dignity, I had to get this one in the target zone. I closed my eyes, took a really deep breath, aimed and threw. By some miracle I managed to get it over one of the targets. "Well, that's a surprise. The hardest target and scores you 3 points to Jake's 2. Jake, you know what you have to do."

I did the math, if Jake got this over a target I would either tie or lose. If he missed, that was it. I wasn't keen on the funnel being placed down my boxers, but they were still tenting slightly despite the situation. Somehow, I didn't think that would be the forfeit though.

I wanted to turn away and not watch, but a look from Ben said that things would be worse if I did. Jake composed himself and threw like a professional. The hoop arched through the air, landing on a target, on top of my own hoop. I winced and looked away. "Si" Ben said, his voice conveying a sense of displeasure. I returned my gaze to him. "It seems that maybe you need to be taught a lesson." My mind began to race, thoughts flying. What did he mean? A lesson? I felt Jake's hands on my hips, and he began to remove the boxers I was wearing. They too went in the green bucket. "We need to go and get the next round ready, and your forfeit. Whilst we do that Jake will tie you to that cross over there, arms and legs spread, and blindfold you." My face must have revealed something "Ah yes, and he'll place some headphones on you so you can't hear either. Once its ready you will have your forfeit and be allowed to retrieve your outfit."

And so that was what happened.

Jake took me over to the cross, and I was tied, fully on display. My cock grew harder as the restraints were tightened, the blindfold and headphones restricting light and sound. I was helpless and my heart started to beat faster. Nervousness and anxiety grew within me, and I had to work to calm myself down. It might have only been moments, or minutes I had no way of knowing, it was difficult to tell how much time had passed. Occasionally I would feel a rush of air as someone walked past me.

I was just getting used to the lack of sensation when a hand touched my abs. I recoiled in surprise and shock, but the restraints meant I couldn't go far. It didn't matter anyway, there was another pair of hands behind me, feeling my arse, holding me in place. I tried to take a calming breath and steadied myself. The hands from the front touched me again, they felt like Ben's, and they explored my body once more. Every touch caused a rush of sensations. I recoiled again slightly when he touched my cock, giving it a gentle rub.

Then nothing for what felt like ages and suddenly the hands were back agin, gently wanking me off. The hands withdrew and then there was nothing again until I felt his mouth exploring my body, caressing it with gentle kisses. I held my breath as he moved downwards, trying not to react. I could feel my cock throbbing, it was the hardest it had been in a long time. The whole thing was exhilarating and at the same time exhausting. The sensations were beginning to overwhelm me.

Ben put his mouth around my cock for a few moments and then withdrew. I felt so close to a release, but I was denied before I could. A few more moments passed and then Jake removed the headphones and whispered reassuringly in my ear. He could tell how close I had been. As he removed the blindfold, I could see that my body was covered in sweat, my nipples hardened. Jake carefully undid the restraints and put an arm around me as I tried to control myself and my raging hardon. This was far beyond some of the stuff I had dreamt about. It was just so intense, so unexpected, and it was beginning to overwhelm me. Once I had composed myself Ben said, "time for the forfeit".

I had forgotten about the forfeit. Surely that was it just? With a sense of dread, I allowed myself to be guided towards Ben. He was standing at the edge of the inflatable pool, now clean after the earlier fun. In the pool was the green gunge filled bucket.