I stood in the doorway of Steve's kitchen. "I know I said the outfit would be crazy, but I wasn't expecting it to be this level!"

Steve looked away from the kettle to see me wearing nothing but a pair of red and white striped swimming briefs. My thighs were on full show, with my junk sitting comfortably in the pouch. Steve smiled. "Well, you did say you were comfortable going down to Speedos. I couldn't not take you up on that offer!"

"That's fair enough," I said as I took a seat at his breakfast bar. Steve promptly placed a mug of tea in front of me, and I added milk and two sugars, much to his surprise. "In case you hadn't picked up on it today, I have a very sweet tooth."

"Yes, I've had about 20 models come to do the show and you're certainly one of the most excited to get covered by anything sweet," Steve replied. I took this opportunity to find out more about the show. "This is my fourth year of doing the show. To start with, we just had the pool and I'd ask models to come along and just get gunged in different scenarios basically. It was only at the start of last year that we really notched up the quality of the show by having the tank added."

"And how often do you make a show?" I asked.

"I try to aim for about 8 main shows a year and then a couple of seasonal specials. Christmas, Halloween that kinda thing."

"I could only imagine what you would do to someone at Halloween!"

Steve laughed. "Those shows usually sell really well. I try to get people I've had on the show before to come back for them as it helps to sell the show. I tend to increase the budget for those shows and usually have two guests instead of one. I don't know for certain how well your show is going to do, but I'd be surprised if I wasn't asking you back."

"Well, judging from today so far, I think I'd like to come back. Be fun to play against someone else."

Steve nodded slightly. "I'll bear that in mind. For me, the biggest worry whenever I work with someone new is whether or not they are a good sport and throw themselves into the games. I know they're wacky and strange, but it's all meant in good fun. You've really embraced it."

"Well, I don't think there's any point taking yourself too seriously. I'm being pelted with custard pies and whatever muck you find so I think the only way to look good during it is to embrace it."

Steve agreed. We chatted for a little longer, talking about the other work I've done and how I didn't find this as weird as the 'living art display' I did a few months ago.

"Ok then," Steve said, taking my empty mug of tea to the sink, "time to get back to it."

We both headed down the stairs to the basement and the first thing I noticed was that the pool had been packed away but the stool was positioned just in front of the tank on some sheets of tarpaulin. Either side of it was 11 numbered boxes on some tables, which looked a lot like 'Deal or No Deal'.

Steve indicated for me to take a seat on the stool, and I proceeded to prepare myself by caressing my hair. Once sat, Steve asked if I could manspread a bit to show off the briefs, to which I obliged. He then did make the last-minute adjustments to the lighting, and before I knew it, he started filming.

"Welcome back Hudson to your fourth game of the day. How do you think you've been doing so far?"

"It's felt pretty sloppy so far, both how well I'm doing in the games and how I'm turning out at the end of each of them."

"Well, it's time for a game to test your luck in a game called 'Safe Box'. Either side of you is 11 boxes. Inside five of them, you will find the word 'safe'. Inside six, there is something to surprise you and get you a little gunked up."

"Well there's a surprise," I interjected.

"You will need to pick and open five boxes. If you find three or more that are safe, you will escape a tanking. However, if you get three or more messy items, a forfeit sat behind you will be coming your way."

"Wait, so is there an actual chance I can get out of this game without getting messy?"

"Yes there isonly a small one, but there is." Steve smiled. He realised how competitive I was, and whilst this game was purely down to chance, I suddenly perked up with the thought of beating the tank. "So Hudson, what number will you pick first?

I looked on either side of me. "I'm going to go for 5. There are 5 chances of escaping so I'll go for that number."

I stood up and walked over to Box 5. Steve directed me to face the camera quietly. "Ok Hudson, now open Box 5."

I lifted the lid to see what was underneath it. "SAFE!" I exclaimed. I laughed and jumped in the air. "I wasn't expecting that, I thought you'd have booby-trapped each box to have something inside them."

Steve giggled whilst signalling for me to take a seat again. "No, where would the fun in that be? That's for the next game."

"Alright," I said, sat back down, buzzing off of my strong start, "I'm going to go double or nothing and pick number 10 next."

I stood up and walked to the other table where Box 10 sat. Knowing how Steve wanted me to look from last time, I angled myself well in front of the camera. "Open Box 10 for me, Hudson!"

With trepidation, I slowly opened the box. "Another safe!" I punched the air and laughed at Steve, who suddenly looked a bit nervous. I guessed he realised that I might not be getting a big gunging as he had hoped.

"Hudson, if you find another safe box, you will avoid a trip to the tank. What number will you pick next?"

I suddenly felt a lot more competitive. The chance to beat a game, and a fair game at that. I knew it was unlikely to find all the safe boxes, but I just needed one more. I looked on either side of me. "Something about number 3 is calling out to me. So 3, please."

I walked over, slightly adjusting my briefs which were creeping up over my arse. "Hudson, will you be incredibly lucky and find 3 safe boxes on your first 3 attempts, or is it time to get messy. Open Box 3!"

I pulled the top of the box open quickly and checked the inside of the lid. I needn't bothered to look there as I could see a custard pie sitting at the bottom of the box. "I've got a custard pie!"

"Well, you do have a sweet tooth. Maybe that's why it was calling out to you," Steve said with a smirk. "So, please take that pie with you and sit back down on the stool" As I walked back over, Steve started to goad. "To think that you were doing so well!"

"I know! The pie let me down," I said, sitting back down onto the stool.

"On this occasion Hudson, I think you should pie yourself."

I looked at him in slight disbelief. He'd not asked me to do this yet today, and it was a new form of humiliation. But then I remembered our chat earlier about throwing yourself into the games. "Well, here goes staying clean!" With both hands, I catapulted the pie into my face, opening my mouth slightly to get a little taste. I felt the custard fall down my chest and land on my lap. Once I peeled the paper plate away, I looked down at myself and saw that I'd transformed myself into a creamy, yellow mess. "Looking good!"

Steve smiled. "Alright Hudson, next box please!"

"Ok, I'm going to avoid that side," I said, pointing to the table that Box 3 had been placed upon. "Box 7, that won't let me down." I stood up and walked over to it. "Please be safe, please be safe" I repeated, praying upon the messy gods to have mercy on me.

"Open Box 7!" Steve shouted.

I slowly opened the box and tried to see if anything was inside. There was nothing, so I started to smile. "Ha, there's nothing in there."

"Check underneath the lid," Steve said. I looked and then turned the words 'Bucket of Blue Gunge' to the camera.

"I guess you couldn't fit the bucket in there."

I took my seat once again, and Steve picked up a bucket that had been hidden behind him. He walked behind me and I stared nervously into the camera. "Are you ready for another gunging?" he asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," I responded, scrunching up my face as the cascade of warm slime fell upon me. This was warmer than the other gunge I had earlier in the day and felt much more pleasurable. I let out a little sigh as I relaxed into it. I could Steve pour it over every part of my body, and when I could open my eyes, I suddenly looked like a smurf. "That was quite nice."

Steve smiled as he walked back to his camera. "So, you've got one box left to choose. If it's safe, you avoid a tanking, although, at this point, you're looking pretty messy to me. If it's another messy item though, you'll get that and whatever else is in the tank. So, choose wisely."

I looked at the remaining boxes as if any of them could give me an indication of what could be inside. "I'll end at the beginning and go for Box 1, Steve."

I stood up and walked over to Box 1, nervous that I still had a chance to beat the game. "Hudson, open the final box to see if you escape a tanking!" Slowly, I peeled off the lid and revealed it to the camera. I then looked to see if anything was in the box before I checked what was written. There was a large carton, which I soon discovered to be a milkshake. "Oh no!" Steve said sarcastically. "A carton of milkshake means you lose the game." I picked up the chocolate milkshake and brought it over to the seat with me. Just as I started to open the lid, Steve said "y'know Hudson, if you want to become a 'Gunk the Hunk' legend, I think there's somewhere pretty special you could pour that carton."

I looked up at him and knew exactly what he meant. I smiled. "Just for the fans at home," I said, standing up and holding open the briefs. Steve gave me a thumbs up and I began the pour straight into there. Almost immediately, I let out a little scream as the cold chocolate milk bounced off my shaft and started to pool in the briefs, filling them up. "It's freezing!" I shouted, but I carried on pouring it in until they were full, at which point, for a reason I don't understand other than I became a possessed messy man, I transferred the pour over my head and brown milkshake cascaded down my blued up body. After what felt like a lifetime, the carton was empty and I threw it onto the floor.

"That was brilliant, well done Hudson," Steve said. "If I was a kinder man, I'd let you escape a trip to the gunk tank. But I'm not a kinder man, so please take a seat in there!"

I let out a deep breath as the warm gunge mixed with the cold milkshake and created a strange but nice feeling across my body. I turned around and hobbled into the tank and sat down. Steve stopped recording for a moment, checked I was ok, and removed the stool that I had been sitting on for most of the game.

He pressed the record button on the camera once again. "Hudson, you started so well in that game! Where did it go wrong?"

"The pie, I blame the pie. If it wasn't for the pie calling me, I'd have avoided sitting in here."

"Well, you are sat in there Hudson, and there's only one thing we do to guys that sit in there. It's time to GUNK THE HUNK!"

And with that, another torrent of gunge came falling down. It wasn't quite as warm as the blue gunge I had before, but anything that wasn't ice itself would've been better than the milkshake. I looked up into the gunge, closing my eyes so I wouldn't be blinded. This gunging was the first one that I felt properly relaxed for, and for the twenty seconds or so that the gunge fell for, I allowed myself to enjoy it.

"How was that?" Steve asked once the gunge stopped falling.

"Delightful," I said, cheekily grinning at him. I noticed that the camera was still filming at this point.

"So Hudson, that's the end of your fourth game. There's one more game left today, but there are also still three messy items you didn't uncover in this game. I'm going to give you a choice. Would you like to rollover those potential messy surprises and have them possibly be part of the final forfeit should you lose, or would you like to receive them now?"

I pondered for a moment about this. I was already messy, so getting a few more things thrown over me wouldn't bother me too much, but if I could avoid them altogether, it would mean I'd finally done well in a game. "Steve, I'm going to rollover those messy surprises. I'm going to win the next game too!"

"I look forward to seeing you try!" Steve said as he pressed the stop button on the camera.

I began to wipe myself down as Steve began clearing the set. "So, now the camera's off, what have I got next?"

"A quiz about today. You'll be asked questions about your day here today and if you get any wrong, you'll be getting very messy. Like, how you are now but much, much worse."

I laughed. "Surely it can't be much messier than milk down your pants." But the look Steve gave me back told me that it very much could.