"Your forfeit is simple, retrieve your clothes from the bucket and put them on" I looked around at Jake who was nodding. He had changed - gone was the cycle suit, replaced with a plain red football tee and white shorts. There was still a drying black goo stain down his legs where the slime had gone earlier, and a bit of foam still stuck in his hair, but he was looking as hot as anything.

I knelt by the bucket in the pool. The easiest solution would be to stick my hand in the green goo, but I knew that wouldn't be what Ben wanted. Remembering how he was earlier I asked "Sir, erm how should I retrieve these clothes"
"With your mouth should be fine" he replied. Eek.

Tentatively I placed my head above the bucket. Submerging my head was something I had always struggled with, even in the bath at times. It looked like there was something near the surface of the slime, so I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and placed my head into the bucket, where it just broke the surface. The slime was warm on my face, not cold as I had expected, and not unpleasant either. I managed to grab something with my teeth and pulled it out. It was the shorts, slick and slimy and slippy. I went to put them on and then remembered that the boxers were in there too. I thought better of it and prepared myself to go back in.

I placed my hands on either side of the bucket, preparing myself once more, not really wanting to delve deep into its murky depth. To my surprise Jake came into the pool too, kneeling behind me. He pressed up close, I could feel his growing bulge against my ass, just like I had with him earlier. It felt amazing, but just as I relaxed Jake took my head and plunged it into the bucket. Everything was submerged, and it felt like I was momentarily back on the cross. The feeling was incredible but at the same time claustrophobic. I tried to breath, my heart racing again shocked at what had just happened, when Jake pulled me out. I managed to suck in a few breathes of air and wipe some of the slime off my face when I heard Jake begin to count "3 2" and I knew I was going back in.

A little more prepared this time, I knew what to expect. It still felt a bit claustrophobic but thrilling at the same time. I felt a brush of fabric against my face and somehow I grabbed hold of it before being brought up for air. As I did Jake let go and I was able to steady myself, gasping for air. I sat back on my heels, wiping some of the slime off my face and slicking my hair back. I was breathing hard, and Jake's bulge was pressing harder into me. He was really enjoying this.
"Fair effort" Ben said. "Put them on".

I wanted to interrupt and say I hadn't got everything. But I couldn't face another trip headfirst into the bucket, or to cause the GungeBeast to give another punishment. I turned to face Jake and tried to put the slimy shorts and top on. With some difficulty I managed it, and they clung to me instantly, the gungy clothing revealing the outline of my body. I ran my own hands over the kit, over my body, massaging the slime over it. The sensations were just immense, instantly I was rock hard again, and so close to orgasm. Jake stopped me, held my hands still, allowing me to calm myself and get used to the feeling. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I either collapsed from over stimulation or just came hands free. Everything was so new; it was proving to be a lot to take in.

"There are 2 more games planned and then a finale in the tank." Ben said.
I paused. I thought about it and everything that had happened. Arriving in the rain. Stripping in front of a relative stranger, being blindfolded and then been kissed by him, being bound and then forced to sit on a cake. Followed by being covered in slime and buckets of cold water. The games. Learning my best friend had a secret life that I had only fantasised for myself. Confided in his online persona and that of the relative stranger and learning that he was a part of this massive set up. Being told what to do by this the GungeBeast, with his incredible body and dazzling blue eyes. Ready to do anything he asked of me, feeling an attraction to him and my best friend that I had never known existed.

It was a lot, and I wasn't sure how much more I could take. This was only just going to be a meet up for some coffee and fun, maybe even a board game or a bike ride. But what had happened was so much more, a much more interesting ride. It was stuff that I had dreamt about, and so much more, but never thought could or would happen. It was a sensory overload, and I was exhausted.

"No. Sorry sir. Ben. I can't do any more. Not today - I'm really sorry. This has been incredible, but I'm not sure how much more I can take. I really appreciate all of this, getting to meet you, realising that you're also that person, persons," I said indicating Jake as well, "that I've spoken to so much online about my dreams and fantasies. Being in your dungeon. Its amazing. But I've never even tried custard in the bath. This has been a bit full on."

I didn't know what to expect from Ben, maybe anger, maybe disappointment, but certainly not a massive smile.

"Si darling that's fine. We didn't think you'd last this long as a newbie. Most people don't. Usually, they're gone by the end of round 1 and that's when they know what's happening, and don't have the cake bit first. Well unless we're paying them, but that's different. You've found your limit for today. I think we've both thoroughly enjoyed it up to now." Jake murmured in agreement. "I had hoped we would get to the tank; I've made some alterations I wanted to try, but I have an experienced veteran coming tomorrow so it will be fine."
I was relieved. "Thank you though, I will remember this for a very long time."
"Oh, I know you will." replied Ben.

"And it something we can talk about now more openly, maybe over that beer you owe me" Jake added.
"Yeah, and you mean the beer you owe me for putting me through this" I replied.
"All right then." Jake smiled. Jake looked at Ben. He gave the slightest of nods of approval. "If you don't mind Si, we have a few more buckets of slime we can pour over you, and you can do whatever you want in it." Jake looked down at my shorts. "Think of it as a gift and a thank you."
I didn't need to give it much thought. "Yeah, but I want you down here with me as Ben pours." The grin on Jake's face, and the way his bulge was reacting, told me he didn't need any convincing.