'Dad, I'm home.' Danny called out those words on instinct as he shut the door behind him with a slow sigh; one echoed as he slipped off his shoes with relief. He loved the step up to college but the journey home was a killer. Still..he was only ten weeks into his freshman year. He would get used to it. And it did have perks; like cute senior guys on campus.

'Welcome home son.' The reassuring steady voice of his father called back. 'Could you join me in the garden, please.'

That made Danny frown even as he did as his father bade, his sock covered feet padding along the lush carpeted hallway to the rear of the house; the sudden stern edge in his voice catching his attention.

Danny and his father were a lot alike. True his hair was slightly fairer, almost Sandy coloured in contrast to his father's light brown, something he had gotten from his mother. Yet he still shared the same broad, slightly athletic frame with his father. And his sense of humour. And his lady killing smile, even if that was somewhat wasted on him. For Danny, for all his strengths as a studious student with a fun side, was more than a little shy..especially around cute guys.

'Hi Dad. What's up?' Danny blinked a few times as he stepped out into the bright sunshine; his confusion only growing as he saw the wooden deck chair and small foot stool set on the decking that sat above the lush green lawn that covered the majority of the back yard.

'Don't 'what's up' me, young man.' His father said with that same stern tone. 'Sit down. And put your feet up on that stool.'

Now really confused, Danny felt his heart beating as he did just that; settling back carefully as he kept his eyes on his father. A feeling and sensation that only grew as his father continued.


'I'll come right to it Danny. I've not been pleased with your grades recently. You might have been able to coast through your first year of high school like this, but you are in college now, young man. So you really need to buck up your ideas. So I'm thinking a little punishment might help you do just that.'

Danny knew better than to argue when his father was in one of these moods, despite the slight unfairness of this. He'd only had one assignment marked after all. And getting 87% wasn't the worst grade he'd ever had. Still, he was likely only looking at a small chore or something like that. 'Okay. What would you like me to do, Dad?'

'Nothing like that this time.' His dad replied with a slight grin that Danny wasn't sure what to make of. 'You just wait there a minute. Oh..and take those socks off.'

Utterly confused Danny did that, a minute turned into two as his father vanished into the garage to return carrying two of the yellow plastic buckets he had brought to use for carrying the cement for the small barbecue pit he had planned for the garden but hadn't started yet. Two buckets that were obviously full of something he was being careful not to spill.

'Dad?' Danny asked a little nervously. 'What's in those?'

'You remember those shows you used to watch as a kid?' His father said by way of an answer. 'Where kids and adults got covered in that slimy stuff that you always hated the sight of? And hated the thought of what being covered in it would feel like. Well..today you are going to find out just how disgusting it feels.'

Very funny Dad. Those words died on Danny's lips as he saw to his horror that the two buckets he placed down beside his chair were indeed full of something green and slimy. Very green and very slimy.

'Hey..Dad...I'll do better.' Danny swallowed and squirmed simply from the sight of the slippery green mess before him. It was a promise he wasn't sure he could keep but he would say anything to avoid being covered in that muck.

'I know you will.' His Dad's voice softened in understanding for a second. But only for a second. 'But you are still going to get gunged.'

Danny could only look on in horror as his father dipped his whole hand into one of the buckets to pull it out glistening in thick green goo he rolled between his fingers. 'Wow..it's really slimy. It's going to feel awful I'll bet. Just having it on my fingers is really funky. Imagine how it will feel all over you. Imagine knowing that you deserve this for your poor grades, that you deserve to be drenched in this slimy Gunge. Imagine how smooth and slick it will feel as it's dumped all over you.'

'Come on dad.' Danny protested softly, trying not to think about that. Those very ideas the stuff of his childhood nightmares.

'Don't talk back to me.' His father replied sternly. 'Seems you need a lesson in that too.'

Wisely holding back any further retort, Danny could only squirm as his father moved his still slimed hand over his bare feet, letting the trickling dribbles fall over his equally bare toes and down his soles. The feeling was utterly bizarre to Danny and yet not enough to his father who grabbed one of the buckets and proceeded to pour the slimy contents all over his feet, coating them from toes to heel and back again as the excess slime poured only the stool below and trickled to the wooden decking.

'Hmmm...that does look disgusting. Does it feel disgusting?' His father chuckled softly and with obvious good humour. 'I'll bet it does. All that Gunge just clinging to your feet and creeping your toes. You are lucky I took your socks off. Imagine how having them stuck to your skin full of Gunge would feel. Maybe you'd like me wipe it off?'

Danny would really rather not imagine that. And would very much like what his father suggested given the way he nodded urgently. A nod that turned into a rapid dip of his head, his father suddenly flicking his fingers over his slippery soles, the rapid dance breaking him out in a burst of helpless laughter.

'Tut tut. You don't get out of it that easily.' His father chided sternly. 'This is a punishment after all. And we still have to punish you properly.'

Danny froze hearing that, his eyes going wide as his father grabbed the half empty bucket and without warning dumped it over his head with a heavy green splash that clung to his sandy hair for long seconds before it trickled down his neck and around his shoulders; his heavy jacket only offering limited protection against the thick slime. Already his hair was matted and he was horribly aware there was more to come.

'So hard to tell if that's better or worse.' His father mused slowly. 'Maybe you can tell me later. Like you can tell me if it's worse now that you know what's coming. Does the anticipation of it make it worse? Hmmm? Why don't we find out?' Also say how it feels since he knows he deserves it.
Danny already knew the answer to that, ducking low in the chair as his father raised and tipped this fresh and completely full bucket. Knowing exactly how it was going to feel did only make it worse, his hasty movement doing no good, the second wave of green slop soaking the parts of his top left untouched by the first and even splashing down to his lap and along his legs. To say nothing of compounding the slime clinging to his hair. What followed was the longest ten seconds of his life, pretty much all of his torso left dripping in green slime.

'There. I hope you have learned your lesson. Now..wipe yourself down and have a shower. Dinner will be a seven.' His father said as Danny nodded, dejectedly traipsing upstairs even as his mind raced with thoughts of getting his own back.

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Tempting as it was to just rush into it, Danny didn't immediately act on those thoughts. Instead Danny waited, counting on the passage of the months to make his father think he had forgotten all about his punishment. Of course he hadn't forgotten, planning and awaiting the day he could put those plans into action.

As it happened the perfect day came around almost exactly sixth months since his father had punished him. His 50th birthday, marked with a day hire of an Aston Martin. Which led to a enjoyable few hours as they played around on the empty roads with the power and handling she had in spades.

Still..all good things must come to a break and so it was that after those two hours his father pulled the car into the driveway then, at Danny's insistence, eased it into the garage. Far better, he had reasoned, to keep it inside and out of sight of anyone who might get clever ideas about it. And his dad had agreed, not knowing that Danny was the one with clever ideas on his mind.

The garage was wide enough that even with the lights off his father was able to guide the car deftly inside, Danny popping out to close the garage door behind them as his father shut off the engine before he too climbed out. His intention had been to head back into the house for some lunch, yet intention was as far as he got. Barely had he gotten two steps when he collided with something solid before him. Confused his hands rose to feel the smooth surface before him even as the lights flicked on, allowing him to see he stood in a square box, it's four walls made of eight foot high perspex. Well..three walls and one door; the latter of which Danny had quickly swung shut behind them with an ominous click.

'Danny..what is this?' His father asked with the best stern voice he could muster.

'You didn't think you could get away gunging your son without some repercussions did you?' Danny chuckled with a wickedly smug smile. 'You've had your fun this morning. Now it's my turn.'

George kept up his stern facade, despite the grin tugging at his mouth. He had been expecting Danny to pull something like this ever since he had gunged him. He just hasn't expected him to wait this long. Or to go to these lengths. 'Oh? You think you can sass me, young man?'

'No..I know I can.' Danny didn't let his father's stern tone throw him off. He too had picked up on three undercurrent of mirth in his words. 'Now..sit down. We need to have a little talk.'

His father could have demanded to be let out. Yet instead he played along and calmly did just that, placing his feet up on the small stool set a few feet away from the deck chair Danny had placed in the middle of the box, the very same one he had been gunged in he couldn't help noticing.

'I've not been impressed these past months.' Danny chided in a careful parody of how his father had treated him. 'You've been far too lax for my liking. A son should be proud of his father. So I think you need a little incentive to buck up your ideas.'

'I think..' George began.

'Don't talk back when I'm talking.' Danny's said firmly. 'You do need to be taught a lesson. Now..get those shoes off. Socks too. I expect to see you bare foot when I get back.'

Danny wasn't gone that long, making use of the specially cut key around his neck to open the door and slip out onto to return pushing the wheeled trolley his father usually used to carry spare parts for his car; now topped with three impressively large black buckets. Buckets it wouldn't take a genius to guess what was inside.

'You wouldn't ruin your old man's best suit..would you?' George had clearly worked out what the buckets contained then, which drew a grin from Danny.

'Well..take it off then.' Danny shrugged.

'I..fine.' George sighed not seeing any other way, quickly slipping out of his jacket and shirt to stand with feet and chest bare before he unfastened and eased out of his trousers, passing the bundle of clothes to his son who hung them on the hooks he had fixed to the wall just in case this happened.

His earlier confidence had almost evaporated, George sat down much more hesitantly this time, obviously feeling less secure now than he was nearly naked; his only protection against the Gunge to come being his boxer shorts.

'Now..I think it's time you found out how disgusting and slimy this stuff is.' Danny continued. 'I bet you can't help thinking about it. Is it warm..cold..lumpy or smooth. I could tell you..but I'd rather you found out.'

'Danny..wait..can't we just..no!'

His father's pleading had no effect. Danny grabbed and raised the first bucket to pour a generous amount of the green slop

'I..can't believe you.' George trailed off as quickly as he started, Danny's fingers slowly massaging the smile over his slippery soles. For a second anyway, that smooth caress turning in a rapid tickle that had him gasping and begging for mercy.

Mercy than Danny only allowed because he wanted to complete his humiliation. Pulling his fingers away, Danny grabbed the partially spent bucket and dumped it over his father's head gleefully. That green splash looked spectacular, but it was much too quick and not anywhere near enough for Danny. Luckily he had prepared for that. Leaving his father spluttering and blinking against the thick layer of green Gunge trickled down to his shoulders from his slimed hair before Danny grabbed the second bucket and continued what he had started, adding a liberal coating to his head, letting it poll and glide all over his hair before guiding the rest down over his torso to splash the last little bit straight into his lap.

Gleefully he guided the Gunge all over his father, dragging the bucket from side to side to ensure his chest and lap was completely covered. After all, he was unlikely to get this chance again and he planned to make the most of it. And he wasn't going to let his father get away lightly after what he had done to him.

George had never felt so..funky. Dripping and slathered in the cool heavy sludge tingling over every inch of his bare skin from his head to his broad chest and even to the tips of his fingers. Blinking furiously to clear the mask of goo stuck to his face, his hair utterly matted with gunk, he was sure he couldn't feel any more humiliated or shamed. Yet he had forgotten one thing. The last bucket.

Danny hadn't though, grabbing it gleefully. He could of course have dumped this third load over his head as he had the other two, slowly compounding the mess he had already drenched him with, carefully and mercilessly pouring it where the other buckets had spared. Yet he had a much better and more final idea, so it was that with barely a pause he swung it forward to delivery a terrific splash right over his father's front. His father spluttered again. The flying wave of slime rose to catch his face before gravity dragged it down to splatter and cling to his front, the trailing edge landing with a heavy splat on his already soaked boxers.

'There. I hope you have learned your lesson.' Danny said firmly. 'Now..go and clean yourselves up. Lunch will be at 1 o clock.'


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'I'm not sure about this.' Danny said shyly, a good deal of that shyness not coming from his seated position inside the close tank or the assembled crowd before him and the other three tanks around him that were similarly occupied. Instead that feeling was built simply by the guy standing before him. He'd had a crush on Jacob since discovering they shared a couple of classes, a crush that only grew as they were made assignment partners. With his long pony tail and soulful brown eyes that matched his tanned skin, Jacob was very much the living embodiment of Danny's teen heartthrobs. All of which explained why he couldn't say no when Jacob asked him to help him out with the campus Fete at the last minute.

'You'll be fine.' Jacob soothed as he busied himself checking something at the top of the tank, his hands fiddling with the wide nozzle right above Danny's head before leaning down with a conspiratorial whisper. 'Trust me. Just between us, Thomas Steele has this locked up. People have wanted to see him gunged ever since he dodged it last year. You are just here making up the numbers.'

Normally Danny would have been put out by that, yet being an after thought here was comforting. Touching even. That his crush was going to such lengths to keep him safe warmed his heart and cheeks alike.

'Well...okay.' Danny said nervously. Had he known he was at risk of being gunged, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to dress to impress his crush; his newly purchased cotton shirt and denim shorts at risk of getting..well..not ruined but horribly messy. At least his shoes had been saved, Jacob for some reason suggesting he remove his shoes and socks which now sat safely outside the plastic chamber.

'Cool. You sit tight. I gotta get this thing going.'

Thankfully for him, Jacob meant the event rather than the contraption Danny was nervously seated inside of, nervously shifting on the stool he had been provided. Being gunged once by his father in no way prepared him for the gunging this Gunge tank was likely to dish out if Jacob was somehow wrong about his safety.

What made it worse was he had no idea if that safety was guaranteed. Like all the other stalls at this Fete, it was designed to raise money for local good causes. In this case, people could make a donation for the guy they wanted to see gunged. Donations being placed in the quartet of jars Jacob was busily shilling for. With no small amount of success. Especially for one jar which, even from this far back behind the circle of rope that outlined the stall, Danny could see was filling up faster than the other three. It was just he couldn't see the name on the jar, which just left him hoping it wasn't him until Jacob called time.

'Thank you for all your donations. You've all been most generous.' Jacob addressed the assembled crowd eagerly gathered to hear the final result. 'So generous that we have a clear winner. Well.I say winner but maybe I should say winners because, unknown to our four volunteers, one of them hasn't been in this running alone. Oh no. For we sweetened the deal to arrange for him to be gunged with his father as well. So I present to you our 'lucky' winners, Danny and George Charleston.'

Jacob kept his face even as he turned to face the shyly shocked Danny, his applause joining the rest of the crowd. His little trick had paid off perfectly. Danny had never just been 'making up the numbers', instead he had been the star attraction; his name having been on the roster for the event since the get go. A name and photo that had brought loads of guys flocking to see the cute freshman gunged, especially when they saw how hot his father was too. Of course, Jacob was one of those guys too. Having longed to see the cutie that was Danny seated in his tank since they had first met.

Danny was of course unaware of this as to a fresh round of applause, his father strode into the ringed area, pausing only to remove his shoes and socks as well before taking a seat on the second stool Jacob placed beside him. The close tank that had already been small now felt very snug with his father beside him, the tight dimensions leaving them crushed together in the tight space that became a tight box as Jacob swung the door shut before them, the click of a padlock ringing in his ears. They must have looked an odd pair, Danny in his vibrant casual wear and his father in his least favourite grey suit; all of which led to one conclusion.

'Dad..did you know about this?' Danny whispered disbelievingly.

'Of course. It's all for a good cause.' George said with a teasing smile. 'Besides, I've already been gunged in a box so I felt it was only fair that you try it too.'

Danny was in the process of coming up with a retort to that when Jacob's voice intruded on his thought process. 'Are you too comfortable in there? You are. Good. They are comfortable folks. But maybe not for long. See, they have no idea how icky the Gunge above them is. Let's just say I wouldn't want to be where they are right now. Oh no. Just thinking about how sticky and disgusting it looks makes me shudder. Still..maybe it doesn't feel as bad as looks.'

Danny privately didn't believe that for a second, the brief glance he'd got of the slightly off white slime above had made him shudder as well, conjuring the image of cold lumpy porridge. Equally horrible was the thought of something chunky like cottage cheese. Not that the idea of smooth greyish sludge was much of a comfort either.

'You guys ready for this?' Jacob called out. 'No? Oh well..let's have a countdown.'

Danny had been hoping for a ten count, his youthful frame starting when the assembled began to count down loudly from five. The same tension must have grabbed his father who was perhaps having second thoughts about this too as his arm slipped around his son's shoulder; a gesture Danny reciprocated.


They stayed in that position as three became two became one when, unseen by the pair Jacob tugged on the cord fixed to the top of the tank. Then their whole world became one of cool stickiness, the umbrella of Gunge exploding around them in a rush of white and grey strands mixed into one smooth mass. Seems the solid grey colour had been a trick of the way it was poured into the tank, the father and son duo trapped under a storm of layered white and grey slime, the closeness of the tank hindering any effort to escape the deluge that roared around them.

The tank was so close and the nozzle so wide Jacob was completely enveloped in the thick smooth goo, feeling it trickle over his head and down his neck; his clothes succumbing in seconds. All over his shoulders and down his back it poured; an equal amount flung off his head to splatter against his bare legs. Which felt completely bizarre on his bare skin, as did the rising layer pooling around his bare feet and squishing between his toes.

The only consolation, if you could call it that, was that his father had got it as bad as he had. His subtle grey suit was now a vibrant grey and white mess, the heavy fabric heavier with the raining sludge utterly glopping over his head, allowing mire to cling to his broad shoulders and, Danny would later notice with glee, directing more to bubble over and flow inside his shirt.

Not that Danny was spared that, the young man having made the mistake of dipping his head forward, allowing a generous slip to pour inside his clothing.

Jacob watched on with a gleeful grin, his tank a work of utter messy genius. Usually those inside could squirm to avoid the Gunge but not this time, the two crammed in males prevented from even trying that tactic that rarely helped anyway. While he was mostly enjoying seeing Danny slimed, he couldn't deny his father looked great dripping white gunk as well.

Danny, having not forgotten that his crush was watching, could only sit in soft shy squirminess; feeling the thick slime still pouring over his neck and now lapping around his ankles from the spent gallons still pouring off him. How they must look from outside he had no idea. Thankfully the umbrella effect slowed as the tank emptied, leaving the family duo both drenched in white goo that clung to their hair and sloughed over their faces in one last shaming surge, leaving both wishing for nothing more than a long shower as Jacob, his voice thick with mirth, wished them well for being such good sports.

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While the events of the Fete hadn't been as horrible as Danny had dreaded, the aftermath actually making him somewhat a celebrity on campus. Pretty much everywhere he went, people were shooting him glances, subtle laughs of good humour and even a few wolf whistles; the last of which certain to bring him out in a flash of heat. Yet part of him, the shy crush afflicted teen part of him, couldn't help worrying the whole thing had been some cruel prank of Jacob's at his expense. Not that he had given any sign of that..then again, he hadn't given him any sign of anything. Danny couldn't help noticing he had become distant any time he saw him, even going so far as to avoid him when they had tutorials together, resulting in both of them working alone.

So you could imagine his surprise when Danny saw Jacob making a beeline for him in the cafeteria locker one lunchtime about a week after the Fete, admittedly a rather hesitant beeline. It was only that hesitation that made Danny himself hesitate instead of getting up and leaving.

'Sooo..ummm...do you like..you know..maybe..have..kinda...plans..this weekend..maybe?' Jacob slipped into the seat opposite him without asking, his eyes only meeting Danny's for a second.

'I'm sure you do. Surely you have better things to do than hang out with me.' Danny allowed a little edge to slip into his voice

'Okay. I deserved that.' Jacob did meet his gaze then, his eyes full of remorse. 'I've been a jerk. Well..kinda. I didn't mean to ghost you. I wanted to talk to you. I'm usually better at talking with guys..but..'

'But..' Danny echoed, noticing how he said guys not people.

'But..I..would you like to go out with me. This weekend maybe. If you are free. If it's not...'

'How's Saturday?' Danny fought the urge to laugh, all of Jacob's behsbiiur making sense suddenly. Who would have thought he would be the one feeling too shy to ask him out. 'I'm pretty much free all day.'

'Saturday is great. I know this really cool place. I could pick you up at eight?'

'Pm?' Danny asked with a grin. 'Works for me.'

'Cool. I'll see you then. Don't feel you have to dress up for me. Something casual will do.' Jacob said with the same grin gracing his lips as he stood up. 'Laters.'

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'This must be some guy you are meeting.' George said as he leaned against the doorframe of his son's bedroom, his long navy blue shirt hanging just down over his boxers as he smoothed out the grey trousers draped over his arm. 'You've broken out your lucky shirt. I'm sure you won't need that.'

'It's not my lucky shirt dad.' Danny grinned as he eyed the green baseball style shirt with long white sleeves he had been observing in the mirror, the loose waist tucked into his white chinos. 'I just like it.'

'Sure..because you had your first kiss in it.' George shot a knowing smile. 'Maybe hoping it will be lucky again hmm?'

'How about you?' Danny sidestepped the question. 'You look very dapper yourself. Things getting serious with you and Alec?'

'I..maybe.' George hesitated. 'He said dress casual..I've just never been good at that. Do I look alright?'

'You look amazing.' Danny's head jerked around as he heard the doorbell. 'I wonder if that is for me or you?'

'Only one way to find out. If it's Alec let him know I'll be right down.'

'Will do.' Danny slipped downstairs as quickly as he could, uncertain if he would be relieved or disappointed to see his father's date outside instead of his own. Thankfully he didn't have to have that question answered.

'Ready to go?' Danny was relieved to see he hasn't gone too casual, Jacob himself dressed in loose t-shirt snd jeans that he couldn't help notice sat snug around his hips.

'Yup.' Danny quickly grabbed his jacket. 'Bye dad. Don't wait up. So..where are we going?'

'Well..' Jacob took hold of Danny's hand softly and lead him towards the small silver hatchback parked just outside his house. 'Hop in and I'll show you.'

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Whatever he had expected, it wasn't to be lead into a fancy nightclub filled with soft but lively music from the speakers on the stage at the front and with guys most of whom were five years his seniors. The room around him was dark, the far side covered by a heavy black drape the same shade as the walls.
'I..don't normally drink much.' Danny nervously eyed the ostentatious cocktail Jacob had ordere smoothly from the bar.

'Don't worry. It's not very strong. More cock than tail. Or tail than cock.' Jacob shrugged. 'Cheers.'

'Cheers.' Danny took a cautious sip anyway. 'I really thought you were ghosting me. And that the Fete was some kind of cruel joke.'

'I wasn't. It wasn't.' Jacob said earnestly. 'You really looked cute up there.'

'Before the Gunge you mean.' Danny chuckled.

'And..after.' Jacob replied slowly. 'I..should tell you. I kinda like seeing guys get messy. You know..gunged and stuff. I hope that's not weird.'

'Oh..it's definitely weird. But I guess I'm weird too.' Danny laughed. 'I kinda like the feel of it. In a weird way.'

'Well..you aren't weird here.' Jacob replied. 'Everyone here likes it too. In their own way.'

'Wait...did you..' Danny asked shyly before Jacob cut him off.

'Oh..it's starting.'

What was starting Danny never got an answer to as a man in his 30's with a neatly trimmed goatee and flash grey suit appeared on the stage as the music drifted to silence, that silence allowing Danny to hear the swish of the curtain opening to reveal another room on the other side filled with a group of men around his father's age. 'Welcome back. And in some cases, welcome. It's always great to see new faces along with old friends. Especially the new ones. We like to make newcomers feel welcome here. So..Danny..come on up here. You too George.'

Danny had somewhat expected his name to be called. What came as a surprise was the double shock of hearing his father's name called and actually seeing him making his way through the crowd. With questions bubbling in his head about how his father could be here, Danny didn't really resist as Jacob lead him up onto the stage.

'We are all about fun and games here.' The smartly dresses host Danny would later learn answered to Sam continued. 'And boy do we have a game to break the ice for our newcomers. You two have a seat right here.'

Still shy before the attentive crowd, Danny slipped into the comfy leather chair hesitantly, a shyness which grew as Jacob moved to rest his feet in his lap. 'Let me help with those.'

'Umm...okay.' Danny blushed as Jacob deftly unfastened and removed his shoes, his socks following a second later. Finding himself barefoot before these strangers Danny squirmed a little, his toes curling and wriggling unconsciously.

'We call this 'The Silence Game.' Sam said as what looked worrying like a pair of stocks were brought onto the stage. Even more worrying and thrilling was that was exactly what they turned out to be, Danny and his equally barefoot father quickly fixed into them as the latches clicked shut. 'Danny...any noise you make means your dad gets messy. George....the reverse is true for you. Good luck.'


Messy with what. Again Danny's question was answered before he could ask it, a huge quantity of buckets brought out into the stage and placed around the helpless father and son duo. He just wasn't sure he liked the answer.

'Wh..what's in those?' Danny asked, pretty sure he knew the answer.

'Gunge of course.' Jacob teased. 'Freshly made for tonight. It's slick and slippery, thick and warm. And it's going to feel so funky and gooey as it's poured all over you. It's going to be so much worse than the Gunge tank I'm afraid. Mostly because there is no one else to take it. Each thick, gloopy bucket is going to be all for you. I bet you will feel as icky as you look once we are done. Maybe worse.'


Now sure he had been set up again, Danny gulped as Jacob moved towards his helpless feet; biting his lip as his fingers brushed over his exposed soles. Those soft nails already had him on the verge of helpless giggles he was struggling to contain, knowing what would happen if he didn't. Sadly for him, his father had different ideas.

Despite being subjected to the same soft tickling, his father let loose a peel of soft giggles and chuckles, his toes dancing in apparent merriment. All of which added to Danny's growing soft squirms of shy pleasure, his head dipped just before the bucket of green goo surged over his head and shoulders. His shirt now heavy with it, Danny shivered as it coiled against his skin, his hair matted over his eyes.

Two can play at that game. Before Danny could even act upon that thought, Danny howled with laughter he couldn't have hoped to contain; Jacob attacking the delicate skin beneath his toes with soft, playful torture. Still dripping Gunge, Danny's head snapped back in a fierce tension of helpless laughter. Laughter that was enough to earn his father not one but two buckets of blue Gunge. While he was too caught up in his laughter to witness the actual splash, the aftermath was amazing by itself. His once dapper and pristine father was now dripping head to hips in blue slop, his shirt tight against his broad chest as he continued to squirm and giggle. Danny of course knew what that meant.

His laughter reaching higher pitches, either down to the tickling or some private humour at knowing his son was going to get gunged again, was enough to earn Danny two buckets of his own; the dual loads of red and yellow Gunge mingled around his head as both were dumped over him at once in a wide splash that covered all of his shoulders and head in a glorious splash that left him momentarily blinded. And completely unprepared for what happened next.

Danny couldn't help a gasp as something cool enveloped his feet, unseen by him Jacob pouring a small bucket of custard over his toes to allow gravity to drag it all the way down his soles and around his heel. With the excess dripping into the bucket now placed below him, Danny's gasp became a moan as Jacob's lips caressed the very centre of his left foot.

With his feet now the centre of the storm of pleasurable sensations that had become his world, Danny was utterly unaware of the effect of that moan, his father still squirming and giggling as he was drenched in a huge load of white Gunge, thick and sticky almost like paint. All he could focus on was the way Jacob worshipped sweet attention on his feet, his mouth alternating between soft suckles on his toes and kisses all over his soles. When he wasn't treating him to gloriously tender licks of his soft tongue that had him shivering.

Perhaps his father was getting the same treatment because Danny could no longer hear him laughing, something else no doubt triggering the fresh wave of Gunge that rained down upon him, one bucket becoming two becoming..,he had no idea. Nor had he any idea how much was costing him, all of him heavy with dripping Gunge. Nor did he care. He just didn't want this to end, this blissful caress and worshipping of his feet utter heaven. Made better by the secretly humiliating thrill of knowing how many were watching and enjoying his gunging, and that of his father.
He was so caught up in those sensations that he was completely and understandably surprised when he felt fingers scraping away the trickling goo from his eyes, the lingering sensations of bliss distracting him from the fact that Jacob had moved away from his feet to greet him with a smile.

'Is..that it?' Danny asked with a dazed smile of his own.

'I think that's enough for now.' Jacob replied as he eyed the gallons of slime literally and liberally dripping from the gunged young man, his cheeks tinged with the same blush he had a feeling Danny was sharing. 'Which isn't to say we couldn't have some..more fun later.'

'You know..I'd like that.' Danny said with a wry glance at himself. 'Anywhere around here I can get a shower?'

'I'm sure that can be arranged.' Jacob grinned.

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A fun sweet little Commission for a commissioner who would prefer to remain anonymous. Thankfully he was gracious enough to allow me to upload it here for you to enjoy. Was a bit of challenge this one, the close word count made for a focused writing ethic. Still had a lot of fun doing it.

Now that my Commission queue is done, I'm gonna divert my attention to a few cool Patreon ideas I've got bouncing around in my head. Ideas that will be published both here and on my Patreon. Of course, if you'd like to help shape those and future works, pledging on my Patreon is a great way to do that. Or if you want something more casual, maybe my Ko-fi might work better for ya.

www.patreon.com/white66

https://ko-fi.com/peterj