Yes

With prompting from your Master, you remember to properly speak the words.

"Hello Master, how may I serve you?"

A huge smile graces Troy's lips. "Clean me up, Slave!"

You bow you head and begin shuffling towards your friend, wondering how long this mess will take to clean up. He is splattered all over, whatever he was doing before he came to you, he must have seen several different people. You wonder why he came to you at all. This place is really messing with your mind.

Arriving at his feet, you need to stand up to get to the mess. Troy is polite enough to point to his chest, signaling to start there. His chest is shaved smooth, which you don't remember from the few times you'd seen him shirtless before. Then again, none of this makes sense. You prepare yourself for clean up duty and begin licking the copious amounts of cum from his narrow chest.

Cinnamon. Sugar. Again. Before, you were unable to see what you were licking. You couldn't tell if it was some sick joke or your mind playing tricks on you. You knew this was cum far before you got near it. It even smells like it. But it tastes like cinnamon sugar icing.

"What the hell's going on, Troy!?" You blurt out."Why does this cum taste like icing!?"

He only smiles wider and responds, "You have seen the light, man. You know your purpose! I know mine too!"

Know my purpose? What the hell is he talking about?