Episode 1 - The Pact

The radio show Dare Down Under had started as a joke. Four guys, a couple of mics, and an idea to run dares live. The audience latched on right away. One week, it was a chili-eating contest until they were flat on the floor sweating, another time, they blindfolded each other and guessed ingredients in milkshakes fans had sent in. Always a bit too much, always toeing the line of embarrassing, but never forbidden.

The name came from Australia, where the project first kicked off. When they later ended up in Queenstown, they talked briefly about changing it, but decided to keep it. “Fuck it, Dare Down Under: Wakatipu edition,” someone had said, and the rest agreed.

When a student station in Queenstown offered them a slot in the summer lineup, they jumped at it. Now they were living in a rented house outside town. One broadcast a week. Four voices on the air. Officially, it was humor, bromance, and crazy stunts.

But Theodore noticed how the fans’ tone was shifting. The comments weren’t just about laughs anymore. They wanted more risk. More tension. You fellas keen to go further, right? He knew they all read it. He also knew he couldn’t shake the thought himself. It scared him, but it thrilled him too. Like part of him already wanted to cross that line.

Theodore was the youngest, twenty-one. Lean but tight, dark eyes that moved quickly like he was always trying to stay ahead. Vietnamese-Aussie background, a cheeky grin that showed up too fast, a voice that filled every silence. He was always out to prove he belonged, that he could go harder than anyone.

After that night’s show, they lingered in the studio. The air was heavy, the fan too weak to matter. Knox had peeled off his shirt and sprawled on the couch, legs wide, feet up on the table. Friday cracked a soda and talked too loud about nothing. Matthew sat against the wall, half in shadow, eyes stuck on his phone.

The words burst out of Theodore before he could stop them. “What if we had our own version? Just us. Our rules. Our dares.”

Friday barked a laugh so hard soda nearly spilled. Knox grinned, shook his head. “We already do cooked shit, bro.”

But the laughter died quick. Silence got thick. Everyone knew the idea had landed.

Theodore felt his heart slam, but he kept going. “Nothing’s too much. Everything’s allowed. No feelings. Just dares.”

Matthew finally looked up from his phone, those gray-blue eyes giving nothing away. Knox’s smile stretched slow, like he’d already seen himself winning a game that had just begun. Friday spun the can in his hand and said nothing.

Then came the answers. One yes. Then another. Four little words that felt too small for how heavy they were.

Theodore knew it wasn’t just talk. They’d locked themselves into something. A game that couldn’t be undone.

It hung in the air as the lights went off and the camera got set up for their first behind-the-scenes attempt. A new kind of tension, like everyone was waiting for the next move but no one dared be the first.

That’s when Friday broke the silence. He gave the can one last spin, leaned back, and dropped it flat: “I’m gay, by the way.”

The words hit hard. Theodore thought, Why now? They’d just sworn to something new, and now Friday threw in another bomb. Typical him. Loud, always needing to yank the spotlight back.

Knox raised his brows, let out a dry laugh. “Stealing the bloody show, bro. We’re here talking about secret dares, our rules… and you chuck a homo-bomb in the middle of it.”

Theodore’s pulse spiked. Part of him wasn’t surprised. Friday had always talked too much about girls, like he was overcompensating. Theodore remembered gym nights, showers, the way Friday’s gaze lingered just a second too long. Maybe he’d known.

His own voice came out before he could think. “Then you’re up for the first dare.”

The laughter crashed back, too fast, too hard, covering everything else. Friday laughed too, but Theodore saw it in his face, the shoulders that dropped too quick, the relief tangled with fear.

And just like that, the same night, they’d said two things they couldn’t take back. A pact. A secret. Both just as forbidden.

Theodore glanced at the little whiteboard on the wall, where next week’s show was already scribbled. A joke theme: chocolate, blindfolds, the fans’ “sugar dare.” It had felt like just fun when they wrote it up.

Now it felt different. Like even something that simple could spiral out of control.

Episode 2 - Chocolate and Cream

Queenstown was quiet in the morning light, but inside the rented house, the air already felt heavy. Tour buses rumbled past on the street outside, but in here it smelled like warm electronics, dusty curtains, and the chocolate starting to melt in the bowl on the table.

Theodore stood by the whiteboard like he was born to run a classroom. “Alright, sugar dares next. The fans voted. Chocolate, blindfolds, you know the deal. Go hard.”

Knox fiddled with the tripod, tightening a screw. His voice was short, confident. “Move the chair half a foot, otherwise the camera’s just catching wall.”

Friday twirled the blindfold between his fingers with a grin. “You fellas know this is gonna be my show, eh?” He pulled it over his eyes, freckled skin stretched across his cheekbones, the reddish hair poking out beneath. He loved when it was his show. “You know it’s you and me today, Mattie.”

Matthew didn’t answer. Just turned twenty-three, taller than the others, muscle filling out beneath his thin tee. He’d always been Knox’s quiet shadow, but now there was a buzz in his gut that wouldn’t fade.

The light blinked on. Dare Down Under went live on air.

Theodore grabbed the mic, fast and eager, his dark fringe hanging over lit-up eyes. “Queenstown, we promised you a sugar rush. Here it is! Friday’s blindfolded, and he’s eating chocolate off Matthew’s bare chest. What could go wrong?”

Wrappers crinkled. Matthew pressed a piece against his skin. Friday leaned in, smacked and licked exaggeratedly slow. The sounds went straight out into the ether, wet and filthy.

Knox let out a dry laugh, sweat glinting on his skin under the lights. “He’s eating chocolate off him like he’s been doing it his whole life, bro.”

Theodore pushed, more eager than ever. “More, Mattie, more. Give the fans a bit of chocolate porn, yeah?”

Friday smacked near the mic, voice high and trembling with fake ecstasy. “Mmm, fuck, that’s good. Hear that? Mouth’s full. He’s a bit sweaty, so the milk chocolate tastes like it’s got sea salt in it.”

Matthew pressed another piece against his skin. He said nothing, but felt his cock stirring in his shorts. He didn’t know if anyone noticed, and he didn’t care. His silence became part of the act.

After a few minutes, Theodore started wrapping it up. “Yep, that’s gold. We’re cutting in a minute, perfect for Insta. Mattie nailed today’s dare, even though most of you thought he’d bail on letting Friday lick chocolate off his body.”

The official bit was done. The station had its clip.

But Friday’s tongue kept moving, tracing a streak of chocolate Matthew had smeared lower down his stomach. “Lick it clean,” Matthew muttered, almost a dare. He figured Friday had already felt the hard-on pressing up, but adrenaline was burning too strong to care. He glanced at Knox and saw the lens aimed directly at his stomach, sliding lower. Inside, Matthew smiled.

He stayed still, let it happen. Friday licked slow, the taste of chocolate mixing with sweat and skin.

Theodore let out a nervous laugh. “Jesus, that looks cooked as.”

Knox didn’t flinch, camera steady, eyes locked. “Good. Perfect. Cut it there.”

That should’ve been it. The show. The bonus bit. Everything.

But Matthew’s heart pounded harder. He remembered Friday’s words the night before, I’m gay, by the way. It had sounded like a joke. Now it didn’t feel like one at all.

The chocolate streak slid lower, toward the waistband of his shorts.

Knox suddenly left, quick steps into the kitchen, and came back with a can of whipped cream. He smirked, the buzz cut shining under the light, and sprayed a white line across Matthew’s stomach. A dollop landed just inside his shorts, right under the band.

The camera was still rolling, even though they were off-air. Knox turned the lens back on them, slow, deliberate.

Friday laughed nervously behind the blindfold. “You fellas taking the piss, eh?”

Theodore’s voice was too bright, too high for the moment. “Come on, Friday, lick it clean!”

Friday bent down, followed the trail of cream with his tongue. When he reached the waistband, he didn’t stop. He tugged the shorts down just enough. He could’ve pulled back, but he didn’t. Matthew’s cock sprang free, heavy and hard, veins ridged against sun-browned skin.

Theodore sucked in a breath and went quiet. Knox’s face tensed, but he said nothing.

Friday gripped Matthew’s hips. He opened wide and took him in. First, the taste of cream and chocolate, sweet and sticky. Then just cock, salt skin, thick, pulsing against his tongue. He sucked hard, pushed him deep into his throat.

Knox stepped closer and sprayed another shot of cream over the head.

Friday turned briefly toward him, as if sensing his presence, then back down to the shaft. He licked slowly around the head, cleaning the cream before sinking down again.

Matthew gasped, held his breath. He looked at Friday’s shorts, the clear bulge pressing up. Friday was into it, no question. The thought made Matthew’s own cock throb even harder against the back of his throat.

Friday moaned muffled behind the blindfold but didn’t pull away. He stayed on him, sucked harder, spit and cream sliding down the shaft.

Then his tongue dropped lower, licking Matthew’s balls, sucking one gently into his mouth. No cream there, just raw hunger pushing him on. He switched sides, filled his mouth with both, then went back up to the cock.

He licked all the way up, swirled the tongue over the head, then shoved it deep again. The blindfold hid his eyes but his whole body showed it, he was loving it.

Matthew started thrusting carefully against him, unable to stay still. His breaths turned hotter, louder. “Fuck… I’m gonna… fellas… I’m gonna…”

The cum hit hot, filling Friday’s mouth. Mixed with chocolate and cream, bitter and sweet at once. Friday swallowed it down, let the rest spill thick down his chin.

Matthew pulled back. Lips wet, chest burning. The room was silent. Theodore stood stiff, arms crossed tight. Knox held the camera like it weighed a ton, muscles rigid under his black tee. Nobody spoke.

Hours later, after they’d posted the night’s official episode, the clean dare, nothing filthy, Matthew lay alone in bed. The screen lit his face as he scrolled the comments.

“Is that bonus clip dropping too?”

He stared at the words. What the fuck did they mean? Nobody but the four of them had seen what happened. Still it felt like someone out there already knew.

He set his phone down but couldn’t shake it. The taste, the sounds, the body pressed against his. But more than Friday’s mouth, what stuck in his chest was Knox’s gray eyes behind the camera. He should’ve been thinking about Friday. Instead, it was Knox he saw, and that look burned deeper than anything else.