Sorry for the wait on this part - it's long gone past the festive period but that doesn't stop you enjoying the fifth part of Gunk the Hunk at Christmas. I originally thought this would be the final part - but there ended being a lot I wanted to put in so I've separated it the final game into two parts.

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As we were both messy, Jack and I needed a shower so followed each other up the stairs. I was really happy that I managed to overtake Jack in the rankings so that I would be heading into the final game with pole position.

Once in my bathroom, I took the jockstrap off, flung it into the 'used clothes' bucket and washed my face in the sink. I didn't need a full shower as I only got a pie in the face, so it only took me a few moments to be ready for the next round. I opened up the fifth clothes parcel to find a velvety feel low-cut red singlet. I realised it was a Sexy Santa look as there was the famous red hat in there too. It had a belt around the waist and black straps, but other than that, left very little to the imagination aside from the tight shorts that would be used to protect my dignity. I did wonder what dark part of the internet Steve found this costume.

I took a final look in the mirror before heading down. For once, my hair was pretty dry and I looked pretty ok after a day of getting messy and there was a good chance I could get away with not getting messy once again.

I headed back down the stairs and could still hear the shower on in Jack's bathroom. Once I reached the basement, Steve was just making the final touches to the last game, mainly moving a treadmill to the side of the tank. "It will make sense soon," he said, anticipating my question. "But while we wait for Jack, I can do a quick bit of filming with just you." He put a seat down and positioned me so I was just in front of the gunge tank from the camera's view. "This is going to be a summary of your day, how it's gone. It might be used as promo material." I got myself ready, cleared my throat, and we began. "How was your return trip to Gunk the Hunk been, Hudson?"

"I've enjoyed it. Very Christmassy and very messy. And it's been great to play against another competitor."

"Yes, it's been close between you and Jack all day. Any particular highlights for you?"

"Getting to pour a bucket over Jack's head for the first time was pretty good. I've never gunged someone else before so it was nice to be on the giving side for once rather than taking it."

"And any game or round you particularly enjoyed?"

I paused to think. "I mean, the wrestling was quite fun. Very different, and I won, so I'd have to rank that high. I didn't do so well on the boxes game so I'll pass on that one if I got the choice again. And I still can't work out whether to be flattered or insulted the viewers sent me into the tank to start with."

"I'd take it as flattery if I were you," chucked Steve. "And I remember last time you were here, you enjoyed the sailor's outfit. Any clothing you liked particularly for today?"

"Y'know, I quite like this." I looked down at the singlet and how it showed off my body well. "It's festive. I'm hoping to keep it clean!"

"It could be possible!"

Steve stopped filming and told me it all looked good. After a few moments, Jack came in dressed in the same costume as me. He, too, was asked to take a seat in front of the gunge tank for a summary video of the day.

"I've enjoyed my time so much more the second time. It's been great playing against Hudson in the games," Jack said. "I think my favourite bit was getting that mess swap voucher and surprising Hudson with it in the last game. And seeing him in the tank twice." I laughed. It had been annoying at the time, but Jack had been a pleasure to work with and make the whole day a lot more enjoyable.

After a few more questions from Steve, Jack had wrapped up his summary of the day. Steve removed the chair and asked us to stand on either side of the treadmill. "One last game boys."

"I know, I'm a bit sad," I said.

"It's been a good laugh," Jack responded. "Let's give them a good show to finish up on." I fist-bumped him to signal my approval before Steve let us know he was about to hit record.

"We've reached the end of the Gunk the Hunk Christmas Special," Steve announced for the viewers' benefit. "Hudson and Jack have just one game left to avoid the final messing up and claim victory. The final game is Dash from the Tank. You will both have a go on the treadmill and the aim will be to run further than your opponent. You will have the amount of time it takes for your opposition to answer 6 questions correctly. Now, Hudson, as you come into this game with a 2-point advantage, you will be given a headstart of 50m."

"Result!" I shouted. Jack suddenly looked a bit more nervous.

"You won't reveal your distances to each other, but I will come over and see what they are. When you've answered your six questions correctly, pull the red cord on the treadmill to stop your opponent from running. You'll be asked general knowledge questionsif you get one wrong or pass, you will be subjected to something from the 12 Days of Christmess Wall." At this point, Steve points out an easel with a board on it and the numbers 1 - 12 covering words behind them.

"Christ-mess did you say?" asked Jack.

"There's nothing clean about getting an answer wrong. And any mess not chosen will be dumped onto the loser. And for the final forfeit, they will be subjected to 240 litres of gunge. 150 in the tank behind you and then 9 buckets thrown at your face. It's our biggest gunging ever, and one of you is going to get it."

"Wow, the stakes are high!" I said.

"Hudson, as you're in the lead, you get to run first," Steve said. I took my position on the treadmill and Steve let me set up the speed I wanted to go at once the questions started. I decided to go for 12kph. It's what I usually would go for in the gym, and at this point, I had no idea how difficult the questions would be, so I didn't know how long I'd be running for. I passed the cord to Jack to hold, who stood slightly in front of the monitor so he couldn't see how I was doing. "Are you both good to go boys?"

"Yeah, ready to run," I said.

"All good here," Jack replied.

"3...2...1...GO!" I hit the go button and the treadmill quickly went up to its full pace. I could hear Steve asking Jack the first question, but I focused on getting myself in the groove. I think he got that first one right. I kept telling myself to not get distracted and to keep running. But as I did that, I heard Steve say "correct" again. "The 2022 film titled Blonde is a fictionalised account of which actor?" I heard Jack hesitate. Good, keep hesitating I thought.

"Julia Roberts?" he said with little confidence.

"Incorrect." Yes, he got one wrong. That meant I'd get extra time on the treadmill and the chance to escape the tank. Once again, I started to block out the questions, focussing on the rhythm of my run. Don't change your plan, I told myself. I didn't want to tire out. "In musicians, the child prodigy and classical composer born in Salzburg in 1756 is Wolfgang Amadeus who?"

"Mozart," Jack answered quickly.

"Correct, that's four right." Wow, I didn't have Jack pegged as a classical music fan. And I didn't realise he had already got four questions right. I must've zoned out completely. I contemplated speeding up the treadmill, and I edged it up by 0.2 on the speed screen. Thankfully, in that time, Jack got another two questions wrong, giving me precious time to run. But then, just when I thought I could relax, he got another question right about maths. "In celebrities, the German-born supermodel who married film director Matthew Vaughn in 2002 is Claudia who?"

Jack was hesitating. I willed him to get another question wrong. "Schiffer?"

"Is your sixth correct answer," Steve announced. Jack pulled the red cord and the treadmill came to a quick stop. "Ok, no revealing of the distance please," Steve said as he came around with a pen and small notepad and looked at the screen. It was 254m. "Ok, and I'll add 50m to that." He then pressed the reset button on the treadmill which wiped everything and set it up for Jack to select his speed.

We swapped over. "How was that?" asked Jack.

"A bit sweaty," I said. I looked down and my chest had a shine to it. "But I completely zoned out so I have no idea how you did."

"Not brilliantly," he replied. "But I got my six questions correct."

"But not before getting three incorrect," interrupted Steve. "Which means, no matter what, three of the Christmesses are going over you. But you could still avoid the final mess if you run fast enough."

"No pressure," he said with a smile on his face. I wasn't sure if he actually wanted to avoid getting the final mess. The more mess you get, the more you get featured on the website and the more likely you are to get asked back again.

We both gave the signal we were ready to go. Steve counted us in, and then Jack started running. "In sports venues, which area of Edinburgh gives its name to the home ground of the national Men's Rugby Union team?

"Murrayfield."

"Correct." Bingo, that was one down. I noticed that Jack had gone off to a fast pace. I got nervous. He could easily catch me up and he had the advantage of being able to guess what my speed was. I had to keep telling myself that I had the 50m advantage. "In British history, the term Jacobean refers to the reign of a king called whatJames or John?

"James." I kept my answers quick. I didn't want to lose time.

"Second correct answer. In architecture, a structure on the exterior of a building, typically a stone bar, supported by an arch, is known as a flying what?"

I froze. I had no idea. I kept trying to think if anything would come to me, but all I could hear was the fast pace of Jack's running. "Pass." I was annoyed because now this meant I would get messy.

"Buttress." I at least felt ok with the knowledge that I didn't know the answer. "In celebrities" Steve quickly continued, "which member of the Beckham family married the actor Nicola Peltz at the parents' Palm Beach estate?"

"Brooklyn," I guessed. It's the only Beckham aside from David and Victoria I could remember.

"Third correct answer." Result! Only one mistake so far. I began to feel confident I could beat Jack, even if he was running like a speedy demon. "In policing, what A that means elsewhere in Latin is a defence that someone was not there at the scene of the crime?"

I was dumbstruck again. What is Steve chatting about Latin for? From the corner of my eye, I could see Jack smile, which put me off even more. "Available," I quickly said. It at least began with A.

"Alibi," Steve said. I did feel a bit annoyed that I hadn't worked that one out. "In fashion, what American term for a jacket worn at formal events is also the name of a cocktail?"

Another question I wasn't sure about. Aside from mojitos, I don't know much about cocktails. But I did know what I'd wear at a formal event. "A tuxedo?" I guessed.

"Fourth correct answer." Phew! Another mess was avoided, but valuable time had been lost. "In TV, in 2022, the actress and comedian Sophie Willan won a BAFTA for her performance in the sitcom 'Alma's Not' what?"

I sighed. Another tricky question. I'd never watched this show. I racked my brains for a trailer or anything I'd seen that would help me answer. "Normal," I said, from the back of my brain.

"Fifth correct answer." One more to go. "In nature, the pigment in plants called chlorophyll that absorbs light during photosynthesis is what secondary colour?"

I hadn't thought about photosynthesis since school. But I needed to get this right otherwise Jack would have caught up to me. "Green," I blurted out.

"is your sixth correct answer." I felt relieved and quickly pulled the red cord to stop Jack from running. He was more out of breath than I was. Steve quickly went over and noted down his distance, giving nothing away with his face.

I high-fived Jack as he stepped down from the treadmill. "Well done man, that was tough."

"Yeah, I needed to try and catch up with you, but you were doing pretty well with the questions," he said. "How many did you get wrong?"

"Just two I think, but I deliberated too long on some, so I reckon you ate into my time quite well."

"So, before I reveal the outcome of the game, and who will be getting the biggest gunking ever on Gunk the Hunk, it's payment time for your wrong answers," Steve announced, placing a stool in front of the treadmill and gunge tank and next to the easel. "Jack, do you want to take a seat first?"

"Not really, but I will," he said with a twinkle in the eye and still slightly out of breath.

"Lucky for you, Hudson, is that you get to dish out these messes. So, Jack, what number are you going to go for first?"

"Well, I have to go for the first day of Christmas don't I, it would be wrong not to!" he laughed. "So number 1." I then went to the easel and revealed what was behind '1': a bucket of gunge. "Nothing I haven't already had today," Jack said. I walked over to pick up a bucket of blue gunge next to Steve and brought it back over to where Jack sat. I lifted it above his head and then slowly began to pour it over his sweaty hair. I angled it so it went all over his handsome face and his features were covered. I relished the chance to make this man messy.

Soon enough, the bucket was empty and Jack was wiping his eyes clean. His bare chest had blue gungy streaks down them, and his pouch had slightly swollen from where some of the gunge got in. "Next number please," I said. "That was fun!"

"I'll take number 3."

"It is bread sauce!" I revealed. "Oooh, that's different." I took a bowl of bread sauce that had been handed to me by Steve and hovered it above Jack's head. "Do you like bread sauce with your roast dinner, Jack?"

"Never tried it," he said, squinting his face tightly together.

"Well, have a try now," I said before dumping it over his head. It was thick and lumpy, and Jack's shoulders hunched forwards. I emptied the contents over his shoulders as he groaned. "How was that?" I asked, placing the bowl down.

"Horrible," he said, before laughing. "Number 4 for last please, get it over with quickly so I can get my revenge."

I laughed as I revealed that 4 was a Custard Pie. "That's my favourite," I said, picking one up from behind the camera and proceeding to hold it just below Jack's chin. "Are you ready?"

"I'm ready."

"Are you sure?" I said, goading to get a bigger reaction.

"Yes, just do it!" Jack shouted. And with that, I shoved the pie into his face, cream flying out. I could hear slightly muffled laughter coming from Jack and I smiled as I dropped the paper plate to the floor. "Right, your turn."

We swapped places and I suddenly got nervous as I realised I was about to get messy again. "Can I pick number 11?"

"You may," a mucky Jack said, with custard all over his face. "It is a custard pie!" I cheered. "Your favourite, you said."

"It is, bring it on. It tastes so good." Jack picked one up and wasted no time in ramming it in my face. I kept my mouth open so I could get a taste of some of it. "Mmmm, so good," I said as I wiped the cream from my eyes. "I could take that again." Jack was smiling and laughing. We both looked silly, although he was messier than I was. "I'll go for number 12 for the last one."

"A big one for the last one," Jack said as he revealed that it was: Beans in Pants. He had a huge smile on his face and burst into laughter. "Nah, that's bad!" I had to agree, that was nowhere near as nice as a pieing. Jack picked up a can of beans from Steve and walked over to me. If I was going to do this, I was going to make sure it was just what the viewers wanted. I put my hands behind my head, and Jack smiled. He knew exactly what to do. He pulled open the top of the pouch, and slowly, from a height, poured the beans into there. I could feel the lumps hit my cock and belly and I laughed and groaned in pleasure. Jack shook the tin to make sure he got it all out before letting go and shutting the pouch sharply. I could feel my penis swimming in baked beans.

"That was the weirdest one I've had so far," I said.

"Ok, so it's results time!" Steve said. I stood up as per his instruction. "So I can tell you that there were just 15 metres in it between you." I gasped. "But the winner of the Gunk the Hunk Christmas Special is" I was fixed on Steve's mouth, trying to ignore the feeling in my pants. I wanted to avoid getting any messier if I could. "Hudson!"

I cheered and jumped in the air, which resulted in some beans popping out from the outfit. Jack gave me a high-five and congratulated me on the win. "Now, Hudson," Steve said in a very serious voice, "it wouldn't be Gunk the Hunk without a little twist. So, I'm going to give you a chance to improve the forfeit for Jack by answering a question. You don't have to take the offer up, but if you do, and you answer correctly, Jack will get the remaining mess whilst dressed in a reindeer mankini. And trust me, there's a lot of mess to come. But, if you choose to answer the final question and get it wrong, you both end up in the mankini and both get the final forfeit."

I pondered this and looked at Jack. We'd been through so much today, and I did want to win. But then I realised that I had already won, and was already messy, so what did I have to lose? "Just to make sure this final forfeit is as humiliating as possible for Jack, I'll answer the final question," I said.

"Thanks for that," Jack said, smiling and putting his arm around me.

"Ok, the final question is related to today. All I want to know iswhat colour was the first present Jack picked up today in the 'Underneath the Tree' round?"

"As if I remember that!" I exclaimed. It looked like I was definitely getting my share of that final forfeit. "I picked a red one, I remember that. I'll guess green."

Steve paused. "Do you remember Jack?"

"I think it may have been yellow?"

"That was" Steve teased, "the second box you picked up. The first box was gold!" I put my head in my hands, mainly to play up for the cameras. Secretly, I was happy to be getting this final forfeit with Jack as it meant more screen time. "So, boys, you know what the means." And with that, Steve threw each of us a brown mankini with a reindeer's face just where the crotch would go. "Head off and get changed, and when you come back, it's forfeit time!"

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To be continued...