Matt, also known as Wamsub online, was ecstatic to be invited to appear on a popular gameshow. He had always been a fan, and the chance to compete and possibly win big was an opportunity he simply couldn't resist. Little did he know, however, that the entire thing was a set-up. The producers of the show had discovered his UMD.net page and his deep-seated gunge fetish, and they were determined to make him the star of their most humiliating and degrading episode yet.

As he waited in the green room, nerves and anticipation coursing through his veins, Matt couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of excitement and trepidation. The set designer had gone all out, creating a lavish and over-the-top environment that was both alluring and unsettling at the same time. The walls were adorned with posters of his online alter-ego, covered in cum and grime, and he could swear he heard whispers of the hosts and crew discussing plans to cover him in the same sticky substance before the end of the night.

Just as he was about to be called onstage, one of the producers approached him with a sly grin. "You know, Wamsub," they purred, "we've been looking forward to meeting you. We've got a little surprise in store for you tonight. Something we think you'll really enjoy." Matt nodded eagerly, his heart racing in anticipation. Little did he suspect that this surprise was about to turn into the most humiliating and degrading experience of his life.

The spotlight hit him like a thousand suns as he stepped out onto the stage. The crowd roared with delight, and the hosts, a lewd and lurid duo, welcomed him with open arms. As the game progressed, they began to tease him mercilessly, poking fun at his gunge fetish and his online alter-ego. "Oh, Wamsub," cooed one of the hosts, "we've got just the thing to make you feel right at home!" With that, they produced a massive bucket of gunge, and before he knew it, they were pouring it over his head.

The thick, slimy substance covered his face, his chest, his arms. He gagged and choked as it filled his mouth and ran down his throat. The crowd roared with laughter, and the hosts just kept pouring it on. "That's right, Wamsub," they jeered, "enjoy the feel of it! Isn't this just what you wanted?" Matt could barely breathe, let alone speak, but he nodded numbly, his eyes watering from the mixture of humiliation and arousal that coursed through him.

Next came the pies. One after another, the hosts hurled creamy pies at his face, covering him from head to toe in thick, sticky goop. They laughed at his struggles, and the crowd joined in, egging them on. "Look at him squirm!" one of the hosts exclaimed. "He's loving every second of it!" Matt could feel himself growing more aroused by the second, despite the intense humiliation he was enduring.

Finally, it was time for the grand finale. The hosts brought out fifty masked men with big hardons, each of them wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with Matt's face. They formed a circle around him, grinning lewdly. "Wamsub," one of the hosts purred, "we've saved the best for last. You see, these fine gentlemen have all gotten off to your videos online. They've all come here tonight, just to thank you personally for giving them the best orgasms of their lives."

Matt's heart raced as the men began to unbutton their pants, revealing their throbbing erections. "You see, Wamsub," continued the host, "we've collected all their jizz... and we're going to cover you in it." With that, the men began to jerk off, aiming their spurting members at him. The air was filled with the sounds of wet slaps and sticky splattering as their cum covered him from head to toe.

"Isn't this what you really wanted?" taunted the hosts, laughing as they watched him struggle to breathe through the thick layer of cum on his face. Matt could barely speak, but he nodded miserably. They had him. They knew everything about him, and they were using it against him in the most humiliating way possible.

As the final volley of cum splattered across his body, the crowd erupted into cheers. The hosts took a bow and led Matt off the stage, his once-impeccable suit now a ruin of sticky, filthy fabric. He was led to a back room where he was given a change of clothes and a cold compress for his burning, itching eyes. As he sat there, alone and exhausted, he couldn't help but wonder how he'd let this happen. How could he have been so stupid as to reveal so much about himself online? his phone pinged, it was umd.net he had been tagged in a new video, it was the show from earlier tonight, his heart skipped a beat as he clicked the link, sure enough it was the whole thing, every humiliating second of it. He couldn't believe it, they'd actually recorded the whole thing, and now they were taunting him with it. He felt a mixture of shame and arousal wash over him as he watched himself being gunged and covered in cum.