The bloody bus was late again, and it was raining! But I made it, only 20 minutes late but better than last time when I was stood up by him. We had been chatting for a while, but decided to meet up for a quick bite to lunch, he said he had tickets for a show later as well - all on him, who was I to refuse?

Matt was stood under the canopy of my favourite lunch place in the city, he was a whopping six foot three, slicked back thick jet black hair and piercing blue eyes. He was wearing dark jeans and a brushed cotton shirt, I'd gone even more informal with my holed jeans and an old t-shirt. "So, what time do you call this then Mike?" He asked, grinning as I approached "At least I turn up to my dates, and it's James by the way" I rolled my eyes at him. He blushed a little "oh yes, sorry, that was yesterdays date." I was taken aback by his answer but said nothing as he held the door open for me.

We had a nice chat over lunch, finally, and we got onto the tickets. "So I've no idea what this is all about really - a friend gave me two tickets and said I'd have a blast!" Said Matt, pulling two tickets from his pocket. 'Get your own back - late night, THE FINALE. Admit two' "Hold on, wasn't that a programme back in the 90's?" I asked him, looking at the tickets and back at him. He held my gaze for a little while, something was amiss but I couldn't put my finger on it "Maybe you're right, but we'll have to get moving - we're due there in 15 mins."

He quickly paid the bill and grabbed my coat to put on as he ushered me out of the door. He held my hand, it was firm and warm as we ran through the streets to get to the studio. "Come on, we're about to close the set" shouted a crew member as we approached the studio doors. Matt pushed me through the door first and we went to find our seats.

The studio was HUGE, sets full of games - I was right, it WAS the show from the 90s. We ran past the largest set which had a huge floor space and right at the back was the fabled dunk tank. It looked even bigger from the floor and it was full. Full of bright yellow gunge in the middle, the outside edge was a mixture of greens, blues, purples and reds. In the middle spelt "You're going in!" Facing the dunk chair. It was the single ramp from the late 90's series and it looked menacing. The seat was in its lowest position as if it had already dunked someone.

"It's this way, come on!" Matt ushered me over to the next set where we could see the games set out. Stage hands were furiously rushing about to get set up and the presenters were being brought out on set. We found our seats, and joined in with the activities the warm up guys were doing. It was fun, the atmosphere was amazing. Suddenly the wallboards went red "SILENCE" and we all stopped. It was tense - we watched as the lights dimmed, a spotlight shone just off stage as the presenter appeared.

Suddenly, the house lights went up and the man himself. DBP appeared, we all started yelling, screaming, stamping feet and clapping hands. He gestured for quiet - didn't seem like a normal entrance. His mic turned on "Unfortunately, due to circumstances beyond our control, one of our teams has dropped out - leaving us a little in the lurch." The audience started booing. "We know, we know but we have a plan! And that is for one of YOU lucky, lucky people to get the chance to get your own back on someone. Could it be a partner, a sibling, a best mate who has been shagging your ex?"

A dozen hands went up in the air with excitement, including Matts. My face turned white as I felt the sheer dread. Without warning "THIS IS MY DATE AND HE TURNED UP LATE TODAY" he yelled across the studio. DBP turned and with a cheeky grin on his face said "Ooh looks like we have ourselves a winner come on down!" Matt grabbed my hand again and I reluctantly felt myself being led down the audience stairs to the stage. "You're a fucking arsehole, you know that don't you?" Matt turned round and nodded at me with a huge grin on his face "Relax man, it's all rigged anyway - you won't end up in it, I promise!" He gave me a hug and whispered in my ear "Unless you really, really want to???" And patted me on the bum. "Ok guys, thank you so much - follow Jake our production manager to the dressing room and he'll go through what you need to do. See you in a bit!" DBP patted us both on the back as we were whisked away to the back of the studio. I could see other contestants lined up along the back, laughing at us, I felt my face turning redder and redder as we were led to the big double doors leading out of the studio.

We were led to the end of a corridor "here you go, you'll find everything you need in here - chill out for a few mins and get changed - we'll come collect you in about 15-20 minutes" Jake said as he pushed us through the door and shut it behind us. "Well what the fuck Matt?" He looked at me and laughed, facing me and staring into my eyes with his bright blue beaming beauties. He leaned in and kissed me, I was taken aback but didn't stop him, letting him hold me closer for a minute or two before he stopped to take a breath.

"It's just a bit of fun, you said you liked a guy who was a bit spontaneous" as he released his grip of my body, and led my arms towards his buttons, gesturing to undo his shirt as he fumbled to pull my t-shirt over my head. He worked out, and trimmed his thick dark body hair neatly - not too short, but not too long. He leaned in again for a kiss as his hands went for my belt. He wasn't wearing one, as I went to undo his button flies, our jeans dropped to the floor simultaneously we kissed again, deeper and harder tongues. He was wearing a pair of black smooth cotton black trunks, I had my tight white briefs on, for now at least as Matts thumbs edged into the waistband. "Whoa Matthewwe're supposed to be getting ready" I was feeling concerned, they were going to come back any minute for us. "Well I'm not risking getting anything of mine messy" as his trunks dropped to the floor, so did my jaw. He was packing, and not with socks. It was a masterpiece and twitching a little as he noticed me staring. "Plenty of time for that" as he kissed me on the cheek and walked over to the table to pick up our GYOB uniforms. He threw a set over to me "put these on, pants are your choice" he winked as he stepped into his shorts. They were a royal blue sports shirt and shorts - the Umbro striped type shorts you'd have for PE. We kitted up and had a final kiss, as he held the door open to meet Jake on the other side of the door. "Hold on how did you know our sizes?" I asked, everything fit and there were only two kits in the room. Jake just laughed "follow me guys".

We joined the other teams, we were behind the yellows a couple of hot guys who were jabbing each other in a rough play kinda way. I could feel Matts arm behind my back, his wandering hand making its way down to my bum as he gave it a squeeze, I looked at him and he winked back at me. I felt nervous, really nervous. But I didn't have time to be nervous, the house lights went out and a spotlight shone on the first time.

"So tonight we have an EPIC finale planned, four teams pitting against their biggest rivals to get the pleasure of getting their chump in the gunk - but who will we be cranking up??" The audience started clapping and cheering as the first team went up to the main stage.

"Our red team tonight are Nick and Jordan - they're brothers from Essex." They were in their 30's Nick was the younger of the two, both quite similar features, though Nick the shorter of the two. Both strawberry blonde with blue / green eyes. "Nick was fed up of the way Jordan used to fill his cereal bowl full to the brim of milk every morning, but never got the chance to bring him on the show back then well Nick maybe we can push Jordan in a big bowl of goo just for you now?" They pushed each other around a little, playfully, before running over to the other side of the set.

"Our green team tonight are Marc and Ste." Marc was mid twenties, a preppy build and blonde spiky hair, Ste was 30s, a bit of a dad bod but in good shape with a dark buzz cut and 5-o'clock shadow. "They work at the local call centre and Marc is fed up of his boss Ste for always marking him down on reviews. Maybe Ste needs taking down a big ramp?" Ste looked at Marc, arms on his hips and shaking his head, before laughing and dragging Marc over to the next set.

"Our yellow team are Baz and David, they come from Hartshire United, the local football team." These guys were fit as fuck, both tall and toned with incredible legs. Baz was hairy with thick dark hair covering his legs, David was more fair but still had an impressive leg covering, and thick wavy medium length hair. "Baz is sick of seeing David diving around the pitch, and whining after every tackle. He thinks David should take a dive into our big Vat tonight." David re-enacted one of his famous dives, that must have hurt! The audience went "oooffff" as he hit the ground, but miraculously he didn't fake any injuries. They ran off the stage, nice arses too!

"Finally, the blue team are Matt and James." We ran over to the centre stage spot, I could feel myself blushing, as I turned to Matt who was raising his arms above his head like a champion - I really could feel something amiss! "Matt said James turned up late to his date today, maybe James needs a date with the dunker!" The audience cheered as we were led off stage, Matt whispered in my ear "It'll all be ok, just play along we'll be out in the first round or two I'm sure!" I wasn't so sure

The first game all the chumps were sat on chairs, in a row, each champ stood behind. Matt put his warm hands on my shoulders and gave them a rub, I groaned slightly, maybe a bit too loud. He pressed up against my back, I could feel the warmth of his crotch, and an unmistakable lump in the middle. He definitely hadn't put his pants on under his shorts!

"Ok gents, for this round we are going to get to know our champs a little better. But there's a catch" Four balloons lowered, they reached just above our heads. Me being the tallest in body had mine slightly slumped and I could feel something heavy in it. "Oh that feels full of something cold" as I squirmed. "Oh yes dear James, you didn't think you'd all get away clean did you? Each champ has to talk for two minutes and if they trigger a random word, the electric band round the top of your balloon will activate, dumping the contents over you. The cleanest chump wins, or whoever stays cleanest the longest."

The red team begins, Nick starts talking about their upbringing and telling tales of embarrassing stories about his brother 24 seconds in and he utters "staircase" the sirens wail, a loud pop and Jordan's hair is covered in thick pink gunge, large blobs roll down his shirt and onto his lap. Nick grabs a handful and tries to fling it over his back, narrowly missing Jordan. "Now now Nick, play fair you might not be the loser this round, let's keep playing."

Greens up next with Marc speaking, Ste looking nervously with the balloon centimetres away from his buzzed head. He looks up for a split second as "headset" triggers the sirens and a boom of the balloon covers his face in thinner red gunge that coats his face and chest. Ste looks back down and spits red gunk from his mouth. "We'll wait til the end to confirm the times" said DBP as they moved to the next team.

Yellows up next and they seems to be a pair of pranksters. Baz yanked the balloon chain a bit further and stuffed it down the neck of David's shirt. He squirmed, it really was cold. "You bastard, that's freezing" he squealed. Baz started talking, it seemed to go on forever, but inevitably "grass" and the large balloon shaped lump around David's chest deflated, replaced with a blue green stain and a fair amount of sludge pouring out of the bottom of his shirt and over his shorts, mainly around the groin area. He started rubbing his shirt, smothering it all over, and working down to his shorts and legs, he looked happy with himself.

Matt looked up and grabbed my balloon, which had started to warm up from the heat of my head. He yanked the chain further down and opened his shorts. I could see quite clearly that he was in a good mood, as he shoved the balloon down the front, the gungy balloon bulge sitting over his own packed bulge. He snapped the waistband back, and put his hands behind his back. "Well, someone's feeling cocky" said DBP, the audience groaned.

Matt started talking, mainly about our chats and dates, he could actually be quite sweet and maybe him being valiant and risking some gunge showed a little bit of charm for me? Fuck, a bell went, it was the end of the round. He stayed clean!

"Well that's the end of round one, and the blues are clearly in the lead well done Matt! Closely followed by our footie fans the yellows with 54 seconds then the greens with 47 seconds. So I'm sorry to say reds, your time is nearly up." Nick looks confused and nervously says "nearly?" DBP looks over, shaking his head "oh Nick, nice brother Nick, did you not read the forms? Today's special edition means the tables will turn on all our chumps who lose a round." He started to turn white, as Jordan starts chuckling to himself, finally managing to flick some of his pink gunge at his brother. "So Nick, you'll need to make your way to the gunk dunk to play your forfeit round" said DBP laughing manically as they make their way to the dunk set.

The stage hands led Nick up to the dunk tank, a set of stairs to the rear and up onto a board placed over the gunge pool to sit on the now upright seat. It was a few inches from the end of the track. He was told to remove his trainers before he sat down on the black padded seat, the balls of his feet firmly on the rail below with his white socked toes pointing down to the gunge just inches away. They removed the board, he gulped as he realised his fate.

"So Jordan, this man, your younger brother, thought he could get his own back on you - but you were victorious, in a way!" Jordan ran his right hand through his hair, taking more of the pink slime out of it and wiping it on the side of his shorts. "You have a chance to dump you brother in the vat of gunge, but you must pass one final test." A stage hand wheeled a breakfast table out, with a bowl, a jug of white gunge, and a blindfold on it. "You must wear this blindfold and fill your bowl to the brim, but not a drop over. You need to get past the blue line on the bowl to dunk Nick." Nick looked relieved, it seemed almost impossible, and knew his brother would likely fail and keep himself dry.

Jordan put on the blindfold, the jug was put in his hand and he was steered towards the bowl. The studio fell silent as he began to pour the thick gunge out of the jug. There was about twice as much gunge in the jug as the bowl could take. After a few seconds he shouted "how far to the top??" Nicks face turned from glee to dread the audience yelled 'more, moreSTOP'.

Jordan took off his blindfold and watched as Nick closed his eyes and gulped, a siren wailed as a tank of thick white gunge released over his head, engulfing him in thick white slop. The seat travelled the remaining inches down the ramp til it hit the pivot point and he was tipped into the vat. Nick went feet first, slowly stretching out his legs and arms until he was submerged. A few seconds passed and a green and yellow monster emerged, gunge spitting from its mouth as he gained his balance. It was thick, so thick lumps were rolling down from his head, over his shoulders and down his chest and back. Matt was still stood behind me, balloon still down his shorts as he pressed further into my back. He was rock hard and I felt a slimy trail of his precum start to seep through.

"Well that's the end of round one, we're going to clean this mess up and see you back here for round two!" DBP yelled as he walked off stage to his dressing room. Each team was ushered back to their room, Matt calmed down as they uncoiled the balloon from the chain and led us back down the corridor. The door slammed shut and Matt grabbed me from behind, pressing into me again and nibbling at my earlobe. His left hand holding the balloon that had been down his crotch, he shoved it into my face. I could smell his scent on it and I was getting hard as well from his body and the smell and anticipation. He turned me back around and kissed me, placing the balloon between our chests. "I kind of owe you something have you ever heard of wam?" He asked between kisses "the band?" I asked naively. He smiled and pulled away slightly. "Wet and messy this has been a dream for years, and sorry but you're my ticket to an ultimate dream Jim!" I looked at him and started to smile, I remembered the program and other ones like it but never thought much at the time. "Just the feel of it, the colours, the humiliation, the " as he opened his shorts to reveal a raging hard on. "Let's open this balloon together and see what it's like?"

I was a little apprehensive, we had no showers and there seemed to be a fair amount in the balloon, a good litre or two. We did have a large sink in the corner, he stripped his top and shorts off and stood over it, legs straddling the side. "Ok, I want you to press the balloon against my belly and pop it, you can stay clean if you want, but I want to finally feel it" he said. I obliged and walked to him, his dick was so hard and shiny with pre cum. We kissed again and he placed my hand on his cock, it was meaty and firm. With my other hand I held the balloon up against his furry belly and squeezed. Nothing "maybe use a nail?" I had fairly short nails but tried my best. The balloon pulsed as I squeezed, but nothing. I was getting harder every squeeze, I wanted to cover him as badly as he wanted it. He grabbed it from me and took the knitted end between his teeth, grabbing the neck between two fingers. He bit the end off, a slight hint of black ooze coming out. He passed it back to me, grasping the end with my thumb and forefinger and directing it down his torso. I could feel his cock was on the verge, mine too. We kissed as I slowly opened my fingers and gave the bulge of the balloon a squeeze. I could feel the thick slimy liquid ooze out of the end onto his belly. I moved my head away and watched as more and more gunge came out and engulfed his pubic area and ran down the base of his cock, over his balls and into the sink. I moved the balloon over his shaft and released more gunge, he moaned with pleasure before I squeezed the last drops over his bell end. He kissed me again and started making me wank him off. I was rock hard and pre cum forming in my pants as well. I dived for his crotch and took half his cock in my mouth. He sneakily grabbed the balloon and got a few more drops of gunge out which hit my head. It felt cold and slimy as he rubbed it into the back of my head, He moaned, groaned and shuddered as a warm salty taste entered my mouth.

An alarm went off, 5 minutes to the next round. Matt turned on the taps and ran some hot water to wash himself off. He asked me for a face towel to help wash himself, I walked over and kissed him, helping him wash himself off before he realised I was using his clean trunks. "Oh you cheeky little bastard for that, the battles on - you're not staying clean for long!"

I was overwhelmed, it was a short introduction to wam but made me so fucking horny and it felt amazing. The back of my head was still slimy, and it felt good. I tried to rub it over more of my head to look like hair gel. I might not get away with it?

He managed to get cleaned up and dressed just in time for Jake to fling the door open for us to return for the next round. Matt grabbed my hand and we walked back to the set. Jake kept turning round to me and with a wry smile, I felt paranoid. We walked past a glass door and I spotted a big black streak down the side of my face, must have been where I'd gone down on Matt. I quickly wiped it clean before we got on set.

The crowd cheered as DBP walked back on stage "well here's round two, behind me is an inflatable obstacle course. Our chumps need to run through the obstacles as quick as they can, before sliding down into the foam pit to collect their team coloured blocks. Each team needs three blocks on the stand to release a pie. First to pie their champ wins the round. Three, two, one GO"

Ste, David and Matt ran from the starting line int9 the obstacles. The first was a mangle, they squeezed through before reaching the car wash rollers and spindles. The spindles were covered in foam and one by one the guys were coated. Their kits clinging to them with the foamy residue as they continued over the lumps and bumps of the inflatable course. Each got to the slide, Ste and David stopped Matt was behind and with both arms grabbed the guys and flung them all down onto the foamy pit below. Matt was first out with his cube placing it on the podium, a cage over his pie raised a little. Ste and David battling each other in the pit before doing the same. The guys lined up, panting, at the start of the course and went for it again.

"I think we need a bit of car shampoo this time." Said the host, and suddenly jets of wavy white lines appeared before the mangle rollers. Matt and Ste dived quickly through, catching most of the gunge on their heads and backs as they went through the mangle. David stopped mid stream and decided to shower his kit in the thick white streams. He was absolutely saturated in slime, before attempting to go through the mangle. The gunge transferred to the mangle material, turn8ng it from white and red striped to look like toothpaste. They all got through to the foamy pit below. Messy David found his cube straight away, with Matt followed by Ste. The cages lifted slightly again as they lined up. David's arse showed a clear Thong imprint. Matt and Ste looked at him and laughed, he was absolutely soaked.

Ready for a third run through and they all dashed through the 'shampoo' but hadn't realised what state the mangle would be in. They squirmed through the cold sticky machine and over the obstacles. "Now it's rinse time" and with that, one of the obstacles opened up to reveal a clear water pool. They couldn't stop, the gunge on their feet made it sloppy and they splashed in with force. It was freezing cold, Ste and Matt emerged with shocked looks. David, used to cold baths at footy kept out and int9 the foam pit. By the time the guys got their cubes out, David was at his podium. He let them get out of the pit before he slammed his cube down, the yellow cage lifted fully revealing a pie which he picked up. The others put their cubes down while he ran over to Baz and planted the pie right in his smug face. The pie cream and yellow goo slopped down his chest as the buzzer sounded.

Ste threw his pie to the ground, culminating in a white and green sloppy mess. Matt kept hold of his and reluctantly walked back to the stage area.

"Well guys, David lept to the lead in that round. Sorry Ste, but points wise you just didn't quite scrape it as you dropped your pie. Marc, that means you're in for the forfeit round go take a seat."

Jake escorted a reluctant Marc to the dunk tank. He removed his shoes and sat nervously perched over the tank. His white socked toes were twitching as he waited.

Ste was looking proud of himself, his kit absolutely saturated and clinging to him, but still smug. "So ste, you work in a call centre your challenge is to sort out the tangled cables on these phones so that they all ring when we call them at the end of your time. If they all ring, we dunk Marc." A buzzer sounded and he quickly set to work untangling all the cables. One by one he managed to hook them up to their sockets and plugged in the headsets. He just managed to plug the last one in as the second buzzer sounded. "Oh that was a close one, he did you get it all done?" One by one, the phone s started to buzz and beep except the last he looked dismayed until 'flash' it rang, he beamed as DBP picked up the receiver "oh what's that, dunk him?" Sirens wailed and a green jet of gunge splashed down over Marc, the seat yanking him down a couple of inches before throwing him into the yellow and green abyss. He emerged from the gunge, arms out wide, his preppy spiky haired looks now a matted mess. "Well that's the end of round two see you in a bit."

We were all escorted back to our rooms, but in all the excitement Matt still had his pie. The door closed shut behind him and he realised what was in his hands. "No no no, stay where you are!" I yelled as he started coming toward me. He put down the pie and stripped again, he was completely aroused again as his shorts revealed his large throbbing cock with a ping as the waistband released it. "Grab it" he said, gesturing to the pie. It was heavy, I stuck my finger in the cream on top, it was smooth and gungy to the touch, and at the bottom was a pile of thick almost gel like blue gunge. He walked over to the sink, grabbed a chair and sat back, lowering his head backwards over the opening, like he was about to have his hair washed. Instinct took over, I sat on his legs, his wet cock pressed up against my top, and slammed the pie into his face. I heard a muffled groan as his cock twitched and spasmed. I smeared the goo on his face around, making sure he got a good mix of gunge and cream over his face. A siren went again, five minute call. I got off him and let him clean himself up, not before lifting my top and smearing some of the mess on my own belly before grabbing a towel to clean up. It felt good, clingy but nice, smooth and sexy.

We were cleaned up and ready for the final game, just us and the footy guys. Who would get it? If we won the round, I'd be dunking Matt. If we lost, I'd be in it, waist deep.

The lights dimmed as DBP entered the studio. A spotlight shone "well we're onto our final game of the series, and it's going to be good! Who will win, who will get to drop their mate into the slop?" The set lights went up, revealing a new inflatable pit filled with foam and a large rou;d inflatable pole stretching over it. Baz and Matt looked at each other and back at the set, they almost hoped it wasn't them playing, but it was.

Jake appeared on the set holding two foam joust sticks. "Well Now's time to show who's the man, one of you will end up at the bottom of this pit, the other sends your chump hurtling down a ramp. Gentlemen, take your seats." They were directed to take their shoes and socks off as they arrived at the steps. Matt and Baz climbed onto the pole and slid into position, then we're handed their jousts. "Three, two, one let battle commence" and immediately Baz went in for the first blow, a jab to the right, Matt kept his balance and fought back, a swing to the left. Just not enough power and with those footballers legs Baz had tight grip of the large pole. I kept thinking 'come on Baz, knock him offdo it' the guys kept swiping until 'thwack' Baz had got a large swing in and knocked Matt off balance. His legs had managed to grip and just about grasped his arms round the pole to keep on it without dropping. The audience were yelling 'finish him' but Matt kept his cool and managed to bring himself back on top. His Lance was handed back to him, but he noticed the ends were now covered in a thick yellow gunge from the floor of the pit. He grinned smugly as he aimed the gungy part at Baz's shorts, making the pole more slippy for him. It worked, Baz couldn't maintain his grip, and with one large prod he was off. The audience went wild, my face went white. Matt was victorious, he threw his arms up in the air and looked over at me. Baz emerged a foamy monster with yellow gunge patches all over his yellow kit, and legs.

The four remaining guys lined up by the pit. "Well Baz and David, you tried your best, but it just wasn't good enough. Baz I'm sure you know what's next, you didn't get your own back so you face the forfeit round." Baz, complete with foam and splodges of gunge, walked head down over to the dunk set. "As for you Matt, you're the winner, and James - well, I'm sure you've had a good date?" I looked at him with raised eyebrows, but couldn't bring myself to say anything, I just looked sheepish.

We all walked to the dunk set to watch the last forfeit, I caught a glimpse of a very gungy Nick and Marc on the front benches, they hadn't even cleaned up yet. Their kits were saturated and clinging to them, hair a nice shade of yellow, green and purple and smears across their faces where they tried to wipe them. I wasn't ready for what was round the corner though.

As Baz was led to the dunk tank, another three of their footy team turned up, in their own kit. They lined up and a mini inflatable goal was wheeled in place. Next to that, a large gunge tank. "So as it's the last show, and the last game, we wanted to make it as messy as we could. The rules are simple, each member of the team gets a penalty kick. If they hit the miniature goal, the drop mechanism kicks in and Baz gets gunged. If they miss, whoever is stood in the tank gets covered. Then the player must take his turn in the tank." The guys were a fun lot, they were pushing each other round and mimicking the gunge release, and teasing Baz. They quickly lined up and waited for the first whistle. David was at the back of the queue.

First player up, the tank was empty. The whistle blew and he took his shot - miles away from the goal. His head went into his hands as he took his place in the tank. The second player took his shot, if only the goal was a few metres wider it would have been perfect. Baz was looking relieved, but player 1, a hunky dark haired guy got an early shower. It was a thick jet of opaque purple gunge that hit his well styled hair and fanned out. As the stream slowed a thick layer of slime crept down his footie top and down his shorts and legs. He shrugged and walked out of the tank, giving his pal in 2nd a good hug. Player 2 now stood in the dripping tank, by the time player 3 had set up his blonde hair was nearly as purple as his now stained top.

Player 3 was cocky aa fuck, dancing around the ball like he owned it. He looked over at Baz and blew him a kiss as he struck the ball. It hit the crossbar. The vat opened above player 2 as he dropped to his knees in anguish. Player 3 looked like the most well groomed of the lot, very Gary Lucie esque. He got up and took the walk of shame over to the tank. The first two players egging him on and flicking gunge at him.

Now it was David's turn, he didn't want to risk getting messy, he placed the ball on the circle. Took a few deep breaths and was in the zone. He looked at the ball, and the target and with a swift kick. BACK OF THE NET "noooooo" yelled Baz as a vat released thick yellow gunge over him, before the seat dropped down past the edge, sending him in for an early bath. Player 3 breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn't going to get it today. "Well David, I bet you're pleased with yourself but you know what, we still think you deserved a dunking today so off you go" as DBP pointed him over to the dunk tank.

A very gunged up Baz started laughing as he wiped the thick gunge up and down his arms. He waded over to the side as Jake led David up to the seat, now back in its lowest ramp position. David decided not to sit, he stood on the seats footrest, closed his eyes and crossed his arms. DBP gestured to the three guys to take their shots at once, with the extra balls brought on to set. Three balls were kicked, and one made it into the net. No slime from above, but there was a Yelp from David as the seat moved from under him, rolling those few inches off the end of the ramp, his knees buckled and he dived in head first into the green abyss. He emerged from the thick mess, larger blobs from the bottom of the tank rolling down his head and torso as he spat out the gunge he'd accidentally swallowed. He cleared his eyes and wandered over to Baz, they shook hands and hugged. The three players wandered over and shook hands with both guys, as David took of his top to swap, with player 3. His body almost clean, til Baz tripped him up. His once cleanish trimmed hairy body now slimed. He took another dive as he removed his shorts, player 3 was forced to swap them for his own dry kit. David turned to me, winked, and dove down again returning with a once white jock strap. He filled it with gunge and threw it at me but missed and landed on the floor by my feet. I picked it up, along with as much of the gunge I could clear up around it.

We were led back to the dressing rooms one final time. "What the fuck have you got me into?" I yelled at Matt as the door closed. He looked at me, put his arms round me to drag me closer, and kissed me on the lips, his tongue entering my mouth and his cock getting harder through his shorts. I couldn't resist, I was pissed off, but I really liked him! "You know you'll love it" as he felt for my growing bulge, then moved along to my hand "Oh and what have we got here?" As he felt the gunged jock strap. I blushed a little as he grabbed it out of my hand, and before I could say anything he had grabbed my shorts with his other hand "Put them on under your briefs" he muttered in a low voice, I could see his shorts getting tighter and tighter, his pupils dilating as he stared into my eyes. I smiled out of the corner of my mouth and proceeded to drop my shorts, and my briefs. I grabbed the slimy jock strap, and bent over to step into it. It was freezing cold, but still felt so good as it slid up my legs and cupped my rock hard cock and balls. He grabbed a quick squeeze "now just imagine a couple of thousand gallons" and kissed me hard again.

For the final time, the buzzer sounded, Matt had groped me for one final time before I had to put my briefs back on over the gunged up jock, a tinge of green seeped through, before I put on my royal blue shorts. Even with the briefs in between I could still see a couple of damp patches. Oh well, they'd be getting even wetter soon!

We entered the main studio again, Jake was leading me to my fate, he walked me to the side of the dunk tank and I sighed "you know we're going to get him too don't you?" He whispered to me "look over there" and pointed to the side where a new seat had been added right over the pool. "Just answer one simple question later and that's it - you get him!". He patted me on the arse as I walked up the stairs, along the wide plank and sat firmly on the main dunk chair. It was in the same position as the others, a few inches from the end. My white socks firmly on the perch, with damp soles where splodges of gunge had previously fallen. Looking up I could see a series of containers above with ballcocks underneath ready and primed. A moment of dread as the plank was removed and all I could see was a sea of thick green gunge, with a multitude of colours around the edges. "You're going in?" Written right in front of me.

Matt was arguing with Jake as he was being forced up to the side stool "No, I'm supposed to be stood up there pressing a button take it away!" He yelled as he looked over at the side dunk and the other viewing platform where he was expecting to be. Reluctantly after a few prods from Jake, he climbed the stairs and sat on the stool. It was a little lower into the dunk, he was quite tall with long legs, the soles of his feet were fully submerged. He kept tipping his toes in, it looked like he had green tips and soles to his socks. I looked at him and grinned, he didn't look best pleased, but I could definitely see something perking in his shorts!

"WHAT DO WE DO???" The final segment had begun, DBP was warming up the audience and the lights went dim. "Here we are, the finale, the date is about to take a drop in the slop but who will it be? Will Mighty Matt get his comeuppance for volunteering, or get to dunk James in the jammy mess underneath?" The studio went dark, except a spotlight on me, Matt and DBP. "So this will be nice and easy, I will ask you three questions, every question you get wrong we crank you up, get to the top and you've a long way to drop my friend." I gulped and wriggled around awkwardly - Matt started grinning at me.

"What year was the first drop into the slop?" I had to think, I remember watching this years ago, but how many? Was I still at school or maybe college? "Erm 1992?" "Oh my dear boy, one year out - WHAT DO WE DO??" "WWIIINNNNDDD HIM UPPPPP" and with a loud bang the chair quickly moved backward up the rail. I felt like I'd fall off, it was that quick, I'd be grabbing the side next time! Shit, this was really getting scary, the gunge was getting further away, but I was getting higher up the ramp.

"How many versions of the gunk dunk have we had?" Argh what was it? Fairground? One ramp, two ramps "Four?" "Oh so close, the first double seated dunk, single dunk, single dunk with overhead, single ramp, single deep ramp, double ramp - SIX - WHAT DO WE DO?" As they yelled wind him up, there was a loud bang as the hydraulics kicked in and whizzed me further up. I quickly turned backwards, damn I was only a couple of inches from the top of the ramp. I felt queasy looking out at the studio from this height. I guess the only saving grace was knowing the tank was easily over waist height so wouldn't be a nasty fall.

"Last question, if you get this wrong you're in from a great height - Why did Mr Blobby get dunked?" I'd seen it, I'm sure I had, but I didn't catch the beginning "because he's a big pink mess?" "Pretty close.. but no, because he causes chaos wherever he goes - WHAT DO WE DO??" I didn't hear anything else, I gulped as the chair quickly rose to the top, I felt the thud of the end of the track hit the chair wheels. Matt was laughing and cheering watching me climb to the top, his feet more excitedly wading through the thick, thick gunge underneath. I could see a tank appearing over his head, and saw Jake and the other techs start to dabble with some machinery that looked like it was attached to his seat. He was oblivious, but rock hard!.

"So James, how do you feel??" "Nervous. I really don't deserve this!" "Really? Any reason why you shouldn't be up there today?" "Well yeah, he stood me up yesterday for another date" I said, pointing over to a grinning Matt. "Hmm nah that's not a good enough reason mate, you're going down!!. Three, two o.." "He's a tax inspector!!!!" "Oh in that case Jake hit the button!" Matts grin turned to horror as he caught a glimpse of Jake closer to the side of the tank, he waved at Matt as he pressed a button and pulled a lever. Suddenly a thick deluge of pink gunge hit Matts head and cascaded over his shoulders, knees and legs, as it dissipated the cascade grew smaller and the gunge flow went nicely down his shoulders over his one blue kit. His hands reached up to slick his now pink and jet black hair back, throwing gunge down into the pool below. Jake looked up again and yanked another lever. Matt screamed as the base of his chair gave way and he dropped vertically into the tank. His feet submerged, followed by his legs and knees, he had started to stretch his legs but soon his waist, belly, arms and torso were swallowed up by the green gunge underneath.

He emerged from the green lagoon below, arms flung high as he tried to get his balance and slicking back the gunge from the top of his head, wiping the thick gunk out of his eyes before looking back up at me. I was laughing, for a moment, til I realised what my fate was. Jake ushered him to the side, he reached down at the side of the tank and pulled something down - must have been a bench as he carefully sat further down, just his head and a bit of his shoulders now above the gunge.

"Well James, I'm sorry, but it's the last in the series - we HAVE to do this" I took a glimpse of Matt, I could see his right shoulder moving around and a look on his face I'm sure I'd see thousands of times in the future "Three, two one. GET YOUR OWN BACK" the brakes on the seat released, and I started to plunge forwards. It was almost slow motion as I felt my heart beating ten to the dozen, a thick stream of green gunge opened up a few feet in front of me down the track. I could feel the gunge oozing over my body as it quickly flung me down through the stream. I reached the end of the track, just a big blurry pool in front of me as the seat buckled down, hurtling me into the pool. I spread my whole body out, legs, arms, anything to get a big splash - I wasn't going to let Matt get off too lightly! The pool swallowed me whole, I couldn't hear anything and the weight of the gunge was immense. It was thick, gooey, slimy, and warm. For what was only a few seconds felt like forever, I managed to get to my feet and wiped my eyes. A slimy film covered them, and I couldn't hear anything. As I gained my balance I managed to wipe some of the gunk from my ears to hear again, DBP was talking to the audience and Matt. I lost my balance and splashed back into the pool. The loss of other senses made it feel amazing, like swimming in a vat of thick treacle. I pulled back up again, it felt even weightier as the ooze flowed down over my top. Matt was still at the side, only his neck and head showing but I could tell his shoulder was moving quickly, ripples were flowing along the pool from his side.

I waded over and sat on his lap "so how does this date end then?" I whispered to him, he grabbed the back of my neck, lunged in for a kiss, looked me in the eyes and then with a cheeky grin, dunked my head back into the pool. I went further down and felt the waistband of his shorts halfway down his thighs, a little further up, a rock hard cock with his right hand tightly wrapped around it.

As I lifted my head out and got my vision and hearing back, I could see Jake walking over to the tank "right - we've only got a couple of showers, and half a dozen guys needing a wash - so if it's ok with you we're going to leave you in here - should be no more than 45 mins, an hour tops". He winked as he walked back off set, following the rest of the audience who were going back out to the corridor.

Matt grabbed me by the waist, leaned in and kissed me again, this time pulling my body closer to his. The gunge was thick, and warm, warmer than I expected it to be. His body felt good in the vat, even through a couple of soaked shirts. He reached down to my shorts and grabbed the waistband of the shorts, briefs and jock. Suddenly they filled with gunge, and an air pocket escaped up to the top. I wasn't expecting that feeling, but it was fucking amazing as he snapped them back and started rubbing up against me.

He stripped his top, reaching up above me and covering me with the even warmer slop as he squeezed it out over my head. I did the same to him, covering his nearly slicked back black hair in a dark green thick sludge. I dived back underneath to grab his shorts, and caught his cock with my lips - I opened my mouth which filled with gunge, and quickly wrapped my lips around his head, gently sucking for a few seconds before I had to reach back up for air. I grabbed the shorts from underneath, ramming them into my face and taking a good sniff where I could. He pushed me away from his lap and told me to stand up, as he stripped my shorts, briefs and jock off one by one. Each layer he dunked himself under and sucked at my cock through the material, til he got to my bare cock. Fuck it felt amazing, like nothing I'd experienced before.

I sat back on his thighs and grabbed both cocks side by side with my hand, slowly rubbing. He moaned and groaned as I could feel him enjoying this climax to an orgasm. I stopped before he shot his load, he looked deep into my eyes and nodded as we kissed. His thighs opened, pushing mine slowly apart, he pushed his cock down my crotch until it went underneath my ball sack. It felt so good, and I was ready for him, fuck I'd fancied him for weeks and despite him being a bit of an arse, I still wanted him. I slowly moved my hips, his arms now underneath my legs, raising them up, as his cock reached my crack opening. He slowly pushed himself against the opening, and as I relaxed I slowly slid onto him. His head was at my nipples, he was playing with them and licking, before pressing his body against mine. The gunge removing any friction and just making one big slimy fuck even better. His hand now back round my cock, getting quicker and quicker, til 'uhhh' I came, my clasping buttocks driving him to do the same.