I recently relied to a post about getting messy in front of an audience and told the true story of my messy encounter in a gay nightclub back in the long hot summer of 1995. What I thought was a one-off event and a bit of silly summer fun turned out to become a regular thing. This is the story of what happened after that first public humiliation.....

After getting stripped off on stage, drenched in cold, smelly food slop and plastered in pies and trifle I was shocked, but totally aroused. I enjoyed my very messy public humiliation and wanted to do it again. At the time I was dating one of the bar staff in this particular nightclub and he had words with the management on my behalf. Little did I know that behind the scenes they had orchestrated my first gunging and had set me up to play the stooge. They originally did it as a prank, but when they noticed the reaction from the guys in the club it gave them ideas. The management were interested in promoting a regular slot where I would play the sexy young stooge getting stripped, wet and messy in a number of humiliating scenarios. They were delighted by my enthusiasm for the shows and my willingness to make a fool of myself in public.

For my first official performance I was allocated an 11pm slot. I wore a ribbed white vest and dark blue jeans. They wanted me barefoot and sat on a bar stool against a white backdrop. My hair was bleached blonde and curly, shaved to the sides and back revealing my natural brown hair colour. I thought it would be cool to wear shades and it helped to shield my eyes from the glare of the white spotlights focused on me. The rest of the stage was in darkness, concealing the many buckets which were lined up either side of me. The audience were excited and noisy.

" A few weeks ago this unsuspecting young man took part in a competition and won. Little did he know what he was in for and we covered him in baked beans and cold soup, before plastering him in custard pies and trifle. After his initial shock he rose to the occasion, quite literally and was a really good sport. After getting cleaned up we gunged him again in gravy, mushy peas and mashed potato. He obviously enjoyed his humiliation because he declined the offer of a shower and went home in his messy clothes. Well he is back and looking very sexy in his tight white vest, but what have we got in store for him tonight? "
the DJ teased as I sat nervously. My heart was pounding in my chest and my throat felt dry. I was trying not to get hard, but my cock was throbbing in anticipation.

At least this time the first bucket was full of water and it hit me side on, soaking my vest and flattening part of my hairstyle. It was lukewarm and felt quite pleasant. The second bucket was freezing cold and my I gasped as it hit me. The water washed over me and I was drenched. My hairstyle was ruined and now my jeans were wet and clingy. I bowed my head and my sopping wet hair was hanging over my face. The crowd were loving it and someone yelled " gunge him !". They got their wish as I was covered in thick, gooey porridge which was nice and warm after the cold water treatment. My hair was plastered to my head by the weight of this heavy slop and the porridge covered my shades. I dragged my hand through my messy hair and licked my lips. Now I was in the mood for some seriously messy humiliation and my cock was rock hard.

The lights went down and another bucket was emptied over me. When the lights came on again I was sat with a bucket on my head and my clothes were saturated in orange/ brown slop. The audience were as surprised as I was and I could smell tomato soup and gravy. Yes, my friends in the kitchen had come up with some more foul concoctions to dump over my head. The next bucket was equally as disgusting and I shuddered as cold baked beans rained down on me. My white vest top was now a yukky brown shade and the pool of smelly slop at my feet was getting wider. I felt the ooze of porridge, soup and beans between my toes. It felt good.

A member of the bar staff then pied me with foam pies and poured custard over my head. I could not see a thing under the layers of goo and must have looked a real mess. I slowly unbuttoned my zipper on my jeans and stood up. As my jeans slid down to my ankles the audience went crazy. Underneath I wore a white mesh thong which revealed all and my big hard penis was on display. My libido was not extinguished by the bucket of cold water which hit me face on, but my shades came off and my messy hair was washed off my face. I removed the messy vest and wrung it out over my head. I turned away from the crowd, revealing my tight, bare arse in the sexy thong. For my sins I was rewarded with more pies which were rubbed into my face and hair. My crotch got pied and finally I got one slammed into my butt, which felt amazing. The guy rubbed it deep into my hairy crack and I was moaning in ecstacy.

That was the end of my act and the stage went dark as I escaped down some steps at the rear of the set. There was time to shower and get a change of clothes. I washed and restyled my hair.

At around 1am I was asked back on stage and I knew they hadn't finished with me yet. This time I wore a black t-shirt and white jeans. I was commando, but had black socks on with white trainers. I was shown to the large tin bath at the front of the stage and reservedly got into it. This was going to be interesting I thought. I had no idea what they had planned for me, but soon found out. A claxon sounded and the contents of several buckets, thrown from different angles, washed over me. I was drenched in thick green slime and my hair was dripping as I took a moment to recover. The roar of the crowd gave way to another deluge, this time thick brown sludge which ruined my outfit and caked my hair and face. I was shocked at how messy I was and there was more to come!! I tried to get out of the tub, but another soaking prevented me from doing so. The latest gunging was a nice pink shade and I slid back into the bath completely covered. I was totally humiliated and loving it. I decided to wallow in the slop in my wet and very mucky clothes. I slowly stripped to my socks and emerged from the tub, plastered all over. My cock was dripping pre-cum and I didn't care. I paraded around the stage as members of the bar staff hit me with pies.

" Give it up for our sexy, messy stooge Steve. He will be back at the same time in two weeks for more humiliating antics and if you want the opportunity to custard pie him in person a bit later on he will be in the bar area until 3am! Enjoy flinging those flans at him , I know he will !"

I took another shower and got changed into a smart white shirt and black trousers before heading to the bar. I wanted to have a wank, but there was no time as a group of horny guys were already lining up for the opportunity to pie their favourite stooge. I stood casually at the bar and ordered a drink. I wanted it to look as natural as possible and each guy was given the chance to come up to me and take his aim at me as I chatted away. The pies consisted of deep flan cases filled with sloppy custard and cream. The first guy to approach me was cute and I smiled as he rubbed his pie into my crotch. Who would be the first to flan me in the face? A tall, dark, handsome man in his early 30's asked me if he could do me the pleasure and I said go for it. I put my drink down and let him rub the creamy flan into my face and hairline. I enjoyed the slow sensation and felt his erection as he pressed up against me for a post-pie snog. He didn't mind getting pie all over him and even let me return the favour, taking it full on in the face. I took my flans like a man and was gradually plastered all over. The pie session lasted a full hour and at the end of it there were many fellow clubbers covered in creamy slop. We all stood in a corner as buckets of water were thrown over us. I did not bring a change of clothes and left the club in my soaking wet shirt and trousers. My hair was a mess , but I had shot my load as they were pieing me so it had been a good night. In a fortnight I would return to face another messy humiliation.