"Ben, its Si." Began the message I sent to Ben. "I've given it a thought sir and I need to finish what we started. I want what you were planning and more. You pushed that door open for me, and now I have to follow where you and the path leads. I'm ready."

After a few moments waiting there was a reply. "Are you sure? Only a few get the first chance, even fewer a second."
"Sir, yes I am."

I waited for a reply for what felt like an age. In the few days since I had left Ben's place and that sliming experience, I had felt unleashed. Fantasies I had had for years were finally being realised. I was still finding the speck of green gunk in the most random of places, and I had worn the gear I'd been given pretty much every day since. I was wearing it now, freeballing in the shorts, the jock not too far away.

My phone rang, it was Ben. There was a stirring in my cock, and I could feel it begin to strain against the shorts. I answered the video call, Ben's face looking back at me. I could see Jake naked in some stocks in the background, his face fresh from a pieing. We had seen each other a few times since, every time was lots of fun and we'd started to explore each other a bit more. Last time he'd brought a harness over, and I'd worn it as he felt my chest whilst lying on top of me on my sofa. Perhaps I wouldn't mention that to Ben yet it might give him ideas. We hadn't got messy again, but I hadn't forgotten how much seeing Jake messed up had turned me on. There was another guy visible in the background wearing just a pair of lime green diesel boxers about to pour a bucket of purple slime over Jake. Ben gestured for me to show him what I was wearing. I obliged, suddenly aware of how hard I had become.

"Understood. We do need to finish what we started, but I think we can make it a lot more interesting for this time round. Be at mine the day after tomorrow wearing those trackies behind you," I turned round and saw that I had left my favourite black slim fit Addidas trackies on a chair "and that pink rugby top from your instagram profile."

I gulped. Two of my favourite bits of gear, and both could be trashed beyond recognition. Ben also knew my private instagram profile. With a sense of resignation, I asked "anything else?"
"White socks, and some white ck boxers."
"Yes sir."
"Excellent. Oh, and don't forget the harness." Ben said with a slight twinkle in his eyes.
Gulp. What didn't he know?
"Stay there though for now. Have you got a way to stand the phone up? I think you've earned to watch what we're about to do to Jake. And you should enjoy it as much as you can. I know what it did to you last time."

I watched them cover Jake in slime and more, jerking myself off, spraying my load everywhere, Ben watching both of us, planning what would happen next.

Come Friday I was at Ben's once more, only this time a little more aware of what was going to happen, of what to expect. Within minutes I was on my knees, my hands being tied together in front of me with bondage tape, and a gag to stop me making too much noise as 3 pairs of hands started to explore my body, and items of clothing slowly being removed. Eventually I was being carried back to the dungeon, and my delayed appointment with the mysterious cylindrical tube.