So a few words before the actual story. Firstly I've been wanting to try and put some of my thoughts onto paper for a while now, just hard to get down and actually do it. You'll have to excuse any spelling or grammatical errors, and I'm pretty sure I switch both tense and perspective throughout so watch out for that. Or don't and try to ignore it. Only way I could convince myself to sit down and get this out was if I made an edging game of it, great for quantity but the quality does drop a bit. I'm working on a second part, same characters, direct sequel, but it's a different theme and a lot heavier on the sex and kink, although there will still obviously be plenty of mess.

Although this story is tagged co-ed there is only male mess, I'm not sure if co-ed is exclusively for men and women getting messy, or whether it applies to women trashing men as well, but I figure people who want to read about that are not likely to look at the exclusively male stories and hopefully with this little warning anyone who isn't interested doesn't waste their time reading this.

I think that about covers everything, let me know what you think. It's definitely not my best work but hopefully someone can enjoy it.



Adam sat nervously perched over the thick green gunge, filling the tank below him. His trainers rattled against the cold steel bar inches above the slop. Around him a crowd had already started to gather, eager to watch this cute guy meet a messy ruination.

He was at a travelling carnival, adults only according to the adverts. It wasn't his usual scene and he had travelled a little way out of town to get here, but when he heard there was a gunge tank he couldn't resist, it was too good of an opportunity for him to explore his wam and humiliation kinks. Of course right now he regrets it. He regrets volunteering when the owners, a couple by the names of David and Jane, had asked. He regrets not bringing a change of clothes from the hotel room he rented, and most of all he regretted wearing his butt plug.

He had only expected a quick dunk, people volunteer, take a seat, get dropped, then hosed off and sent on their way. But that wasn't what he had agreed to.

"So this is how it works" David explained, "you'll take a seat and my lovely wife will be asking you some questions. For every right answer you get a point, if you're wrong you'll get a punishment. 10 right answers and you win the grand prize, get more punishments than points and you'll get dunked. All make sense?"

Adam had agreed and signed the release, barely skimming through, it was only when David had started introducing the event to his ever growing audience that the realisation of what he agreed to set it.

"Come one come all and witness the greatest game known to man. Will this handsome young man stay clean and walk away with our grand mystery prize, or will he be stripped, gunged and thoroughly humiliated for your amusement?"

Adam's heart skipped a beat at hearing this, and when Jane removed wheeled her cart from behind the screen he knew he was in trouble. Multiple pies sat on top, with buckets of unrecognisable slop below. Even if he avoided the gunge he was going to get messy, but what really concerned him were the scissors and knife. Somehow he doubted the stripping would be voluntary.

"First question Adam, did you hear me?" Adam looks around and realises he's been lost in thought for a while, David had finished explaining his rules and now a sizable crowd had gathered to witness the games.

"Yes, sorry." Adam blushes nervously, hoping his nervousness wasn't too obvious.

"Hmmm, think we need to wake you up a little first, help him out, would you love?"

At David's words Jane reaches for a pie, thick cream piled on top of a real crust, and climbs on the stool next to him, taking a gentle grip of his soft hair and bringing the heavy pie into his face with a slap.

Adam gasped as the cold cream and cherry filling enveloped his face, as Jane twisted the tin more of the slop started to drip down his once white shirt. With a final push Jane forces the tin up through his hair, before removing it from his head and dropping it below.

The crowd cheered, a few bouts of laughter could be heard as they watched this guy take his first mess before the game had even started.

"Hopefully that woke you up lad, now it's time for your first question. What is my wife's middle name?"

Adam gasped as the crowd laughed, quickly catching on to the kind of game this was going to be.

"How is anyone supposed to know that?" Adam was outraged, this was entirely unfair.

"I know it," David retorted.

"So do I," said Jane, eliciting further laughs from the crowd.

"If you don't know you can always just pass and take your punishment."

Adam scowled, it's one thing to volunteer for a trip to the gunge tank, quite another to be tricked and humiliated like this.

"Pass." he sighed dejectedly, wondering what his first punishment would be.

"Oh I'm sorry that's not the right answer, so it's time for a punishment." David smiles at the crowd before turning to Adam. "Kick those trainers off mate, let's see those socks."

Adam blushed and looked down into the gunge below him. There was no way his white trainers would stay white after a drop in that. In spite of that, or maybe because of it, he could feel his heart best faster, not out of nerves, but excitement.

As Adam carefully leant forward to undo his laces Jane quickly puts out a hand to stop him.

"I'll do that love." She grabs a pair of scissors from the table and cuts right through them, dropping the torn ends into the gunge below.

Adam gasped involuntarily as his shoes were cut, yet could feel his cock twitch beneath his shorts.

"Kick him off then lad, we don't have all day."

Adam pushed his toes against the heel of his shoe, sliding his socked foot out and letting the trainer fall with a splash into the gunge, before repeating with the other. Despite their weight they quickly disappeared beneath the surface. Adam returned his feet, now only wearing his white crew socks, to the metal bar of his seat, awaiting his second question, suspecting it'd be as unfair as the last.

"Alright, question number 2. In what year was the first gunge tank used?"

A slightly fairer question maybe but still Adam had no idea and once again needed to pass.

"Really," David asked, feigning shock, "I thought you liked gunge." He smiles and signals to Jane for the next punishment.

She grabs a bucket from the floor and stands next to Adam again, as she moves into position he sneaks a glance at the clear liquid filling it.

"This stuff is great Adam, you're going to love it. Clear, sticky, just thick enough to cling to you but thin enough to spread and soak your body. Plus it'll make that white shirt of yours totally transparent and I know we're all dying to know what your nipples look like."

Adam blushed amidst more laughter, as Jane reaches above his head and tips the bucket. A torrent of translucent slime flows through his hair and over his face, washing away some of the pie mess from earlier. Adam instinctively looked up, allowing the slime to hit him directly in the face. As it flows down his body it does exactly what David said it would, his shirt quickly turns transparent, clinging against his chest and stomach. The slime keeps going, pooling in his lap and slowly dripping into the gunge tank below.

As the slime hits his reservations and concerns all seem to vanish, the crowd laughing and jeering fade away to nothing. He moves his hands around his body, spreading the slime over his chest and his arms, feeling the slightly sticky mess against his fingers. He reaches for his lap and continues spreading the pooling mess over his black shorts, and down his legs.

As the slime stops another set of hands pressed against his chest, helping spread the mess. Their fingers find his nipples, partially erect beneath his shirt, and slowly rub them through the slime. Adam moans softly, feeling his cock stiffen beneath his shorts, without thinking he scoops a handful of the pooled slime from his lap and dumps it in his shorts.

Splat!

Another pie to the face snaps him out of his daze, thrown from a distance this time and filled with chocolate. The cream and chocolate explode against his face, once again dripping down his chest, the empty tin landing in the gunge below before Jane reaches to fish it out.

"Forget where you are, lad? I know Jane has a great touch but don't get too excited now, we've still got a way to go." David smiles and as Adam clears his eyes and looks over he's sure that he spotted him adjusting his pants as well.

"Question 3 for you now, and so far you have no points. Not looking good for you is it? The crowd laughs, despite the fact it was now pretty obvious Adam was enjoying this and would probably enjoy losing too; it had only seemed to grow.

"How many people here want to see you squirm before we dunk you?"

Adam looked around, quickly trying to count his audience, but between the mess still dripping from his face and the movement around he had no idea.

"I think all of them?" Adam laughs, figuring it's better to give an answer than nothing.

"Ah good guess but there's only one way to find out if you're right." David turns back to the crowd, "is he right ladies and gentlemen, do you all want to see him squirm and dunked?"

A rousing chorus of no screams out from the crowd.

"Whoops, guess that's another wrong answer for you, and another punishment. Take those shorts off boy, let's hope you remembered to put on underwear."

Adam blushed slightly but didn't hesitate, adjusting himself slightly to slide his shorts down his legs and dropping them in the gunge below. His black briefs clung tightly against his crotch from the slime, his semi-erect cock straining against them eliciting cat calls and jeers from the crowd, and a knowing wink from David.

"Looking good lad, a little tight though, anyone would think you were enjoying this." Adam could feel his face burning and shifts uncomfortably in his seat, only to let out a grunt when the plug in his ass presses itself against his prostate. Thankfully nobody seemed to notice.

"Question 4, Five hundred begins it, five hundred ends it, five in the middle is seen; first of all figures, the first of all letters, take up their stations between. Join all together, and then you will bring before you the name of an eminent king."

"What?" Adam is stumped, he barely understood the question let alone could he think of an answer.

"I'm afraid not, which means another punishment for you." The crowd cheers as Jane takes her place with another bucket. "What have you got for him this time?"

"Oatmeal, still warm although maybe not entirely fresh." Jane smiles as she lifts the bucket above his head. "Give me a hand with him would you?"
David takes his place behind Adam as Jane begins to pour, the thick sloppy oatmeal spilling over his head and running down his shoulders. She was right about it feeling warm, and from the taste on his lips it seemed fresh enough, certainly wasn't off just yet. He could feel David tug against his collar, allowing the mess to run down the back of his shirt against his bare skin. As the mess continues to flow the hands move to the front of his shirt, again pulling it forward to allow the mess to spill inside, running over his chest and stomach, flowing out the bottom. David releases his shirt but the mess continues to run, thick and slow, when Adam feels a grip against the waistband of his briefs, pulling them forward and allowing the mess to spill against his bare cock. He groans softly and the warm mass coats his erect penis, pooling against his balls. As the flow stops his briefs snap back against his skin, and he feels another set of hands massaging the front of his briefs!

"Ohhhhh" Adam moans as the hands massage the oatmeal against his hard dick, jerking him off through the slop as a crowd of total strangers watch on, transfixed by the show before them. Had Adam been able to see he may have even noticed a few people feeling the arousal themselves, turned on at the sight of this nervous lad having his gungy cock groped by a hot DILF.

Far too soon the hands pull away, leaving Adam hard, horny and completely denied. Barely a moment passes before he feels another pie pushed against his face, cream and custard exploding against his skin, smeared into his face and deposited on top of his head like a hat.

"I think he liked that one ladies and gentlemen, we've got a really gunge pervert here today." The crowd erupts into laughter once more as Adam blushes a deeper shade of crimson, not that anyone could notice beneath the slop.

"Question 5, and this one should be easy for you. Do you want to have sex with my wife?" The crowd cheers and catcalls as Jane gives them a twirl before pouting. The two of them certainly knew how to work their audience.

"Umm" Adam was nervous. How the hell did he answer that? Jane was certainly attractive, and he had definitely caught himself staring at her a few times since they met.

"It's an easy question mate, do you want to fuck my wife?" David turns to Adam, a serious expression on his face, and the crowd falls silent.

"Yes?" Adam answers cautiously, unsure if the sudden switch in demeanour was part of the game or not. Suddenly a huge smile breaks out on David's face.

"That might be the truth, but you should probably think twice about telling a man; not everyone would take it as well as me."

The crowd cheers and Adam looks to Jane, who smiles and subtly pulls down her shirt, briefly exposing her breasts to Adam with a wink.
"Punishment time again lad, let's get rid of that shirt." Jane pulls her shirt back, nobody but Adam noticed what she had done, but they would have as she stepped towards him again, scissors in hand.

"Actually love, I've got this one." David moves back again and takes the scissors from Jane, making a small cut against the collar. Gripping his shirt tightly with both hands he tears along the cut, ripping the shirt open and exposing Adam's gunged chest to the crowd. Moving around to his shoulder he keeps ripping, removing every trace of the shirt from his body and dropping the ruined rags into the gunge below. Before moving away he leans close and whispers, just loud enough for Jane to hear as well. "Maybe later you'll get your chance."

"Question 6, and we've still got plenty to go." David turns back to the crowd, leaving Adam to think on his words. Cock twitching beneath his gunged soaked briefs, wearing nothing but them and his once white socks, otherwise exposed in front of total strangers, dripping mess and facing a dunk in the gunge. And now his head is filled with David's words, the knowing wink from Jane, the image of her breasts, the longing to see more of her, to fuck her.

"Did you hear me buddy, we lost you again? Need another pie to wake you up?

Adam looks around, seeing David smiling at him as Jane reaches for another pie.

"Guess not. But go ahead and give it to him anyway." Jane laughs and slams the pie against his bare chest, smearing the mess all over, before pulling forward his briefs and scooping the mess inside before releasing and moving away with a quick pat against the bulging slop now covering his cock.

"As I was saying, question 6, do you want to have sex with me?"

The crowd laughs as Adam gasps, not expecting yet another question about who he'd like to fuck. He glances at David and thinks back to his touch, ripping his shirt open, massaging the mess into his crotch, adjusting his own bulging cock.

"Yes." Adam answers more definitively this time, to cheers from the large crowd surrounding him.

"Good answer, and I think the first right answer you've given, but she doesn't look too pleased." Adam turned to Jane, just in time to see her sling a bucket in his direction, mud splatters against his face and body, as Jane approaches and dumps the rest of the bucket over his head, leaving it there to drip.

"Despite my lovely wife's reaction you did actually get that right, so you get your first point. Still 9 more to go for the grand prize though."

David removes the bucket and Adam finally gets a look at his mud covered body, despite her reaction Jane still looks cheerful, in fact Adam was sure he saw another look in her eyes, desire.

"Question 7, how long did it take for this gunge tank to be filled?"

Adam looked down at the gunge below, the tank itself seemed to be about 6 foot deep, maybe a little bigger, but as for how long it took to fill he had no idea.

"2 hours?" Hey guessed wildly, based on the questions so far he was not supposed to get it right, his mess was inevitable, but David was going to drag out the experience for as long as he could.

"I wish, this took weeks of planning mate." David laughed as Jane moved towards the table, grabbing a chocolate cake.

"Right, I'm going to have to give you a hand with this one. David carefully took Adam's hand and helped him stand, balancing carefully above the gunge as Jane placed the cake on the seat below. Before Adam could react she had reached to his briefs and pulled them down, exposing his ass, while David pushed him down into his seat once again.

The chocolate cream spread immediately over his cheeks and between his legs, he could feel the plug push inside of him again, and there was no way Jane hadn't seen it. He squirmed in the mess, spreading the cake around and enjoying the sensation of the plug in his ass, before David helped him forward again and pulled up his briefs, the remains of the cake between them and his bare ass.

"It's no wonder this little gunge slut is so horny ladies and gentlemen, he's wearing a butt plug." David yells to the crowd, who seem delighted by the news.

"Next question buddy, try to focus. How big is your cock?"

Adam couldn't believe it, as personal as that question was he could actually answer it.

"6 inches" he answered proudly, eliciting a few cheers and jeers from the crowd.

"Really? Well unfortunately I don't know the answer myself so we're going to need to confirm that before we decide if you got it right."

As Jane approaches with the scissors again Adam realises the trick. Whether he gets the point or not, he was going to be totally exposed.

Jane starts by tracing her fingers along the outline of his bulge, feeling his cock twitch beneath her touch. As he moans in pleasure she grabs the scissors with her other hand and starts cutting, just enough to loosen the material before she rips them open as David did to his shirt.

Adam gasps as the last of his once pristine briefs are dropped into the gunge. Here he was, butt plug in his ass, hard cock, dripping mess wearing nothing but his socks, as a crowd of strangers looked on.

"Hmm, can't quite tell from her I'm afraid." David moves closer and grips Adam's cock tightly, slowly stroking it, fingers sliding along the fill length of his messy shaft. Adam moans, feeling precum leak from the tip, feeling his balls tense and the eyes of hundreds of strangers watching him, jerked off by a man he only met a few hours before.

"What do we think people, was he telling the truth?" David doesn't stop stroking as the crowd yells out, a mix of responses, people torn between sparing the lad further humiliation, and those who craved to see it. At this point Adam didn't care, he'd happily dive head first into the gunge below if it meant David would keep working his cock, keep stroking him through the gunge, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm.

Splat! Two pies hit either side of his head and David pulls his hands away, one filled with thick treacle, the other with jam. Jane smeared the mess around every inch of his head, senses obstructed by creamy pie and filling, before finally pulling away.

"I guess Jane thought you were lying, so no points for you."

The crowd is excited now, many of them were regulars, they'd seen this show before. They knew how David and Jane liked to operate, taking some naive lad, exposing, trashing and humiliating him in front of them all. Some were more resistant than others, more easily humiliated, and they weren't pushed as hard, but it was always a treat when someone came along who could keep up. They wondered just how far he'd go.

"Question 9, and this is an easy one. Are you enjoying yourself?"

Adam looked around, feeling all eyes staring at him, some looking to his face for signs of embarrassment, others to his gunged body, or his hard messy cock. It was humiliating, embarrassing, and if anyone recognised him he'd melt away, but there was no denying it, he was loving every moment.

"Yes, I am." The crowd cheered, interspersed with a few laughs at his expense.

"Well that is the answer we're looking for so you get the point, but how about we give you your punishment anyway?"

Adam laughs, not really believing the words that come out of his mouth.

"Let me have it."

All pretence had gone, this wasn't about winning the game anymore, or even getting dunked. This was about being trashed and humiliated by the gorgeous couple in front of a crowd of strangers.

Jane disappeared, returning moments later with a suitcase and greeted by knowing cheers from the gathered audience.

Adam glances down and his heart leaps into his throat, as Jane stands up, a ball gag and a set of nipple clamps in her hand.

"We would offer you a plug as well but you seem to have brought your own." David mocks as Jane steps towards Adam, smiling as she lifts the gag towards his mouth. He opens wide as she pushes the ball between his lips, moving her hands through his gungy hair to attach the clasp. After confirming it's in place she moves onto the clamps, snapping them into place against his erect nipples and giving them a playful tug, electing a soft moan from through the gag.

"Perfect, looking good buddy." David is beaming, thrilled at his luck for finding such a willing victim. This was better than he could have imagined, and the crowd loved it.

"Question 10, if I have 5 pies and Jane has 6, how many pies are we going to hit you with."

"Mmmfffppp." Adam moans through his gag, drool spilling from the corners and dripping down his chin.

"Oh I'm sorry we were looking for the answer 11."

David and Jane both move to grab a bucket from the cart, taking their place besides Adam they lift them above his head and start to pour.

Baked beans and rice pudding spill from the buckets, the distinct textures of each sliding down his face and body. Soft moans spill from behind his gag as he runs his fingers over his body. Gently tugging against the clamps against his nipples, stroking his cock, not caring about the large crowd watching the show; it would have been clear enough if he could see that he wasn't alone, several of the watchers had also found their hands wandering.

The pouring stops but mess continues to flow down his body, it isn't long before Jane and David return, pies in hand.

The first hits his face, cream and gravy smeared against him, as the second hits between his legs, cold against his crotch; if it wasn't for the pie in his face he'd see the mushy peas now coating his hard dick.

David's hand grips his cock, openly stroking him now, as Jane pours another bucket of slop over his head, chocolate sauce this time.

Adam can feel an orgasm building, his cock throbbing beneath David's touch, humping into his hand desperate to release, to orgasm in front of all these people.

As he reaches the edge suddenly it stops, David pulls away and the mess stops flowing. Geers echo from the crowd, they were looking forward to the show almost as much as Adam.

"So that's 10 questions Adam, if you wanted the grand prize you'd need to get them all right, which unfortunately you didn't. If you wanted to avoid the dunk you had to get most of them right, and unfortunately you failed that too."

The crowd cheered as Adam looked into the mass of gunge below, now mixed with the leftover slop dripping from his body, the traces of his ruined clothes buried somewhere beneath the surface.

"What do you say, are you ready for your final punishment, loser?" David teases, knowing Adam can't answer behind his gag.

"Let's count it down everyone" Jane moves into position at the lever, ready to drop Adam into the slop below.

"3 2 1"

A hand tugs the clamps from his nipples, electing a muffled scream through the gag, mere seconds later the seat swings downward, lurching Adam forward, face first into the gunge. He falls under the surface, the lukewarm gunge covering every inch of his body. He pulls himself towards the edge of the tank and rises above the surface, gunge dripping down his face. As he pulls up a pie is slammed forcefully into him, cream and pasta sauce.

Beneath the surface his hands massage his gunge-covered body, running over his nipples, still sensitive from the clamps, down towards his ass, and around to his gungy cock, stroking under the mess.

"Now you weren't successful here today Adam, but something tells me you don't really care. However there is one last challenge. See we might not mind you looking like that, but outside of our community you might get a few looks, so make sure you grab those shorts of yours, and your shoes, before you leave."

David leans casually against the side of the tank as he talks, removing the ball gag from Adam's mouth. It's clear what he really wants and Adam was happy to oblige.

Taking a deep breath he submerged himself again, groping around in the slop until he found his shorts, tossing them outside of the tank. Going under again until he finds his trainers, now completely covered in gunge.

"Why don't you come on up and take a bow, ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Adam." A ladder is slid into the tank and Jane offers her hand for support as Adam climbs carefully over the edge, his body drenched in gunge, his once white socks clinging to his feet. As the crowd starts to disperse Jane leads Adam to their nearby trailer, David follows, placing the gungy shorts and trainers on the cart and wheeling it after them.

"Usually we'd offer you a shower right now, but we have some time before our next show, and just because the show is over doesn't mean the fun has to stop."

Jane whispers into Adam's ear, her hand sliding down his slimy back, fingers pushing against the plug somehow still in place in his ass.

"It's been a while since we've had such a gunge loving slut compete, it'd be a shame if we didn't see just how much fun we can have together."