I took in the last bit of sight as a familiar pair of hands put a blindfold over my eyes. I was standing in a plain room, with no furniture except a wooden chair. Underneath my bare feet I could feel the crinkling of plastic as I wiggled my toes anxiously. I was always nervous before getting gunged, and this time was no exception.
"Raise your arms." I heard a mater-of-fact voice say.
I complied like the good sub I was. I could feel the same pair of hands that had blindfolded me on my waist, before they reached up and lifted my red shirt from my back. The hands then pulled down my shorts, leaving me in just my tight, light grey boxer briefs. It was strange, how I was so exposed, yet felt so secure. It was the type of security you could only get after knowing someone for so long.

I met Luke at the gym ten years ago. It was his first day as a receptionist, and I was a regular. He seemed intimidated by all the bodybuilders like myself talking to him, and I felt bad for him. His scruffy, nerdy look, completed with black curly hair and oval glasses wasn't really my type, but I figured a little bit of flirting wouldn't hurt.

And here I was. About to get well and truly trashed by the love of my life for the millionth time. In the past, I'd been slopped on a stake, dunked into a pool of slime ten times in a row and left overnight to wallow in the mess in the tiniest cage before. Today we were keeping it simple. Just me, sitting on a chair, getting a quick food gunging blindfolded.
Just then, I winced as a slimy sensation hit my armpits. Luke was rubbing something in there, and it smelled like peanuts.
"Hope you enjoy peanut butter, bitch! Put your arms down." Luke stated.
"Yes sir." I responded. Despite his timid personality, Luke was quite the intimidating dom. I put my arms down and winced again at the peanut butter sticking my arms together. I knew getting it out of my armpit hair wouldn't be fun later.
The back of my underwear was pulled back, and I felt three smooth eggs drop into my underwear. I smiled. This was something new. Luke grabbed my shoulders and forced me onto the chair. The eggs cracked upon impact and I moaned as the liquids shoot up my crack and splatter my checks, accompanied by the slightly painful shell. I knew this was going to be a good one from Luke.

I heard him grunt a little and figured he'd picked up the bucket full of applesauce I'd laid out earlier. My suspicions were confirmed a moment later when a soft finger gently lifted my head up and a thick splattering of sludge slowly rained over my head and down my body, the sweet smell of apples hitting my nose, before settling over my crotch. I relished in the moment. But, all good things must come to an end and as soon as the applesauce rain started, it finished. Luke's footsteps moved until he was in front of me. The sound of a lid being clicked open alerted me to what was going to happen next. I opened my mouth in anticipation
"Ready for your favourite, Jett?."
The tomato taste was in my mouth before I could respond, and soon it was being splattered all over my body in wild lines. Luke was a master at this, making sure to cover every inch of me in the sticky red sauce. I loved not knowing where it was going to hit next. In the moment, I raised my arms so that my hairy pits could get a bit of the action, and Luke made sure they got it in full. Suddenly, he stopped. This didn't concern me, as I knew what was going on. As expected, the waistband of my underwear was pulled open and a torrent of ketchup hit me directly on the dick, with the very intended consequence of some of the applesauce falling down there too. The waistband snapped shut, and I found myself forcibly stood up and turned around, with my hands being guided to the seat of the chair. The back of my underwear was pulled open and my backside was drenched in the apple and tomato condiments. The waistband was snapped shut and Luke made sure to rub it in a little bit. Then, I was turned around and sat down, so Luke could take pleasure in rubbing the front of the underwear as well. Finally, the rest of the ketchup was dumped onto my once blond hair.

Splat! Two crusty cream pies found their way to the side of my face. Luke circled them around my head until they were back where they started. He let the tins drop before slamming one more into my hair. A little taste that fell into my mouth told me it was filled with chocolate custard. Luke ran his fingers through my hair and started ruffling it up, before using the pie as hair gel to mould it.
"Ugh! You've made my hands all messy now!" Luke complained playfully.
"Sorry sir."
"Sorry is right. You'll have to be punished for this." As he said this, he stood me up, pulled down my underwear and smashed a shaving cream pie directly onto my cock. I groaned as it happened, but he knew I was enjoying it. As part of my "punishment" the paper plate from the pie was wrapped around my cock and jerked me off. Before I was done, I found myself being turned around and bent over a stool as two cream pies were pressed right into each ass cheek so hard that I could feel some of the goop splat up my back. Luke made sure to rub the cream in extra hard, and made sure my back wasn't missing any of the action

Before I was sat down, there was a short beat. I knew what this meant. He'd done since our first session. I was about to sit down and find a nice pillow of soft strawberry gateaux. However, when Luke placed my hand on my shoulder and forced me to my seat, a chill went up my back. Literally. Instead of the cool cushion of cream and cake on my cheeks I was expected, a freezing block of ice cream softened my fall instead. And it wasn't one or two scoops either, it was a full block of the stuff. The little devil. I immediately shot up, and I guess Luke took pity on me since I could hear him scrape it on to the floor.
"Worth a shot." he said, no hint of disappointment in him. I laughed it off.

I sat back down again on the slightly colder chair, and Luke grabbed my underwear, still hanging around my legs, and pulled them straight off me. Nothing happened for a while but I could hear him moving around, and I was dreading more ice-cream. But what he did to me next seemed like his apology for the ice-cream. He put my underwear on my head, and pulled it down, which was already great. But it was what he had done to the underwear that transported me to heaven. He had filled my boxer briefs with custard and an egg, so that it all came marooning over my body. I barely had time for me to enjoy the ecstasy when Luke's big finale came up: 4 huge buckets of "gunge." And when I said gunge, I meant thick, gloopy cake mix of different flavours and colours all dropped onto my head, one after the other, turning me into a bright cake mix mess. After the last bucket was poured, Luke began immediately licking if off me, paying special attention to my cock until I had a little revenge with some slime of my own. Afterwards, Luke took the blindfold off me and I saw myself for what I was: a huge mess. I stood up and hugged him, which he gladly accepted, as long as he got to help me clean up in the shower. And help me he did.