The rowdy studio turned to silence as soon as the siren went. The set was ready, everyone was in their position and ready to go. "Silence on set, recording in 321"

The studio audience cheers as a snazzy dressed DBP enters the studio, running to the centre spot to give his opening. "Oh thank you audience, you're too kind and welcome, to the final edition of this series of LATE NIGHT GET YOUR OWN BACK". The audience screams, yells, stamps feet to show their excitement. "and please welcome my co-host, the seductively slimey, Steve J0nes" the audience yell, a few wolf whistles as a smartly dressed Steve makes his way onto the studio floor. He takes a bow, a camera showing off his pert bum in his smart brown suit, with an open-necked white shirt showing off a few tufts of chest hair. "Thank you DBP and thank you audience now tonight is a special night, so we're not playing with two champs no no no and not three. No way. It's FOUR lucky champs looking to get their own back on their chumps!! Let's meet the teams."

The GYOB set changed from week to week as they paid homage to the previous series. This week was the 'audience choice' which was the fairground with the ghost train ending.

Four champs make their way onto the set, a quick little half run, with a wave to the audience as they make their way to their set zones. All the contestants are wearing coloured football kit type uniforms. The V neckline revealing whether they have a bit of hair on their chest, and their Umbro lined shorts revealing some pretty nice legs. They're all wearing white sports socks and their own trainers.

DBP makes his way over to the red zone "so champ, tell us your name and who you want to get your own back on". "Well Dave, I'm Jason and I want to get my own back on my best mate Nathan." Jason was an office worker in his mid-twenties, 6ft 2 of hunk with medium length locks of golden wavy hair with a few Baywatch moves thrown in from time to time. Nathan was his best mate, same age and works in the same office. He's a little bit shorter with spiked dark brown hair, just begging to get messy. "Nathan is always forgetting his wallet and making us pick up the tab at bars or getting food I want to get my own back on him and make him pay his just desserts." Dave smiles as he turns to Nathan "So, Nathan anything to say in your defence?" "erm hi Dave, I wouldn't believe a word he says I'll tell you all about it over a drink. My wallets in my Jeans though"

The camera turns to Steve standing in the yellow area. "So fella, who are you and who do you want to see in the gunge tonight?" "Err well hmm Steve, my name's Jim and I want to get my own back on my boss Martin." Jim is an apprentice at a local DIY shop, he just turned 21 a few weeks before. He is about 5'10 with curtained ginger hair with a blanket of hair on his legs. His boss Martin came out from the side with a cheeky smile as the audience boo'd him. He was in his late 30's, a bit of a dad bod but still wouldn't kick him out! "Martin makes my life hell at work, he keeps asking me to do things like go fetch tartan paint, or go for a long stand and the other guys on the team take the mick out of me falling for it every time." Steve looked at Martin with a look in his eye "not very bright is he but is he bright enough to get you messy tonight?"

"I'm here in the green corner, with a very excited champ here come on, what's your name and who have you brought with you?" "Hey thanks DPB, really excited to be here, absolutely love your show can we just skip all this and let me dunk him?? I'm Tom and I've brought my twin brother Phil he's a pain in my arse always nicking my girlfriends, I still can't believe they can't work out who is who!". Phil came out and it was like looking in a mirror, absolutely spitting image down to the mannerisms. They were 30, with Tom being eldest by 5 whole minutes. They were both stunning looking guys, dark haired and definitely an Italian heritage tufts of thick dark hair over the V neck in their t-shirts. You could only tell them apart as Phil had Reeboks where Tom had Puma trainers. "No Dave he's got it all wrong, I'm Tom he's Phil the arsehole!" The twins looked at each other and burst out laughing "No no, it's all good, I keep taking his dates and I'm not ashamed! But he's not gonna get me messy I've got all the luck!".

"Finally in the blue corner we have our last Champ" said Steve as he turned to the rather toned and good looking guy next to him. "Hi Steve, my name's Chris and I want to get my own back on my boyfriend Rob." Chris was a semi professional footballer, 6ft tall and toned with a gelled quiff of thick dark hair looking like he'd been raiding the gunk dunk already. His boyfriend Rob was brought out, a 5'11 handsome guy with dyed blonde waved hair with a some dark haired roots showing. Rob always made his decisions by wrestling Chris, and more often than not, winning. Cue to VT showing Chris sat on the sofa "So Rob, what do you want for dinner Chippy tea or Pizza?" Rob enters the room sporting a tight dark blue singlet, cracking his knuckles as he makes a dash for Chris. Ripping him off the sofa and ploughing him face first into the rug below. Cameras cut to Chris' face making a crude but happy face as Rob practically thrusts on top of Chris. "Battered sausage and chips it is!". Rob goads the crowd as they start booing him "he won't get me tonight Steve, I'm the winner in this relationship" he laughs.

"Well best of luck to all the teams, but there's only one who will go through to the final round THE GUNK DUNK" said Dave BP. With that the camera changed to one following Steve round to the back of the studio.

Steve approached the gunk dunk area, stopping by the side of the vat of gunge. It looked deeper than normal, only 3 or 4 inches from the top. The gunge was mainly pink with hints of blue, purples, greens, yellows from the previous shows.

In the late night shows, they decided to show the audience how the champs would get their own back on the chumps. So tonight there was a member of the production team stood in the standing gunge tank at the back. A vat of pink and purple gunge above his head. All the production team wore black t-shirts with black cargo pants. He looked cocky, stood at ease with his hands behind his back and looking directly into the camera. "So Justin, you've avoided this bit so far how are you feeling?" Justin looked down and calmly stated "absolutely fine Steve, what about you?" Steve wasn't expecting that, and saw that the dunk tank seat was unusually empty. "Erm yes quite good thanks I guess you're getting to demo both segments then?" Steve sounded quite nervous, as the other stage hands started to gather near him. "Oh no, seriously fuck off it's a new suit NO!" Steve realised that he had also escaped any mess and was bound to lose his gunge virginity too. "Oh ok, you can take off the suit but you're still going in" smirked Justin, quickly going back to his pose. Steve was stripped of his suit jacket and took off his trousers, shoes and socks. He kept on his clean smartly ironed bright white dress shirt, and he had a pair of snugly fitting white hipsters on. He was helped up to the plank poised over the vat and sat down with a squelch. "Oh you bunch of arseholes who didn't even wipe down the seat?" Steve moaned to the stage other stage hands "Doesn't matter in the long run Steve, you know what's going to happen!" Justin smirked again with a slight bulge starting to show next to his left leg.

DBP rushed over to the gunge area "Oh good you're all set" laughing as he watched Steve squirming on the seat, nervously looking up and even more so below. "So Mr J0nes, can you explain to the audience what happens with this final game?". Steve looked so uncomfortable before relaxing into it and getting back to his game-show host mode. "Why yes Dave, our champ stands in the gunge tank while the chump answers questions" *ping* - a pumpkin lights up "for every question the chump gets right they light a pumpkin" *ping* "If our chump lights 5 he locks out the drop mechanism" *ping* "covering the champ in the gunge poised above his head" *ping* DBP looks over at Steve and says "but what happens to the chump anyway Steve" "They get dunked, Dave" *ping*

"Well done Mr J0nes, so you know what happens now don't you?" Steve took a gulp "Yes Dave" and with that the vat of gunge above Justin opened up, a wave of gunge hitting the top of his head, and down his shoulders as he moves around slowly in the gunge shower, before looking up to gain a face full of thick gunge as it slows to a drip. Justin brings his arms from behind his back and wipes the gunge from the front to the back of his hair, before wiping away his face so he could see again. He moves from his 'at ease' position to attention, grabbing the lever in front of him with his right hand. "No, wait I don't want this shirt getting messy give me a second." Steve started rushing to unbutton his shirt, as Justin paused. He got to the last button down his front exposing his body with wisps of dark hair over his chest and belly, as Justin smirked and yanks the lever before Steve has a chance to remove it. A plume of thick jet black gunge hits his head and lap, engulfing him in the tar like slime, before the seat gives way and he plunges into the gunge. His legs and arms hitting it first before the rest of his body follows in almost slow-motion. A patch of thick green gunge from the seat of the last gunging exposing his arse cheeks through the white boxers. A pink head and shoulders emerge from the very thick, cold gunge, as Steve sits back and starts to sputter, wiping the gunge from his face and mouth. "Well Dave are you happy now?" "Quite happy let the games begin!" With that the 'on-air' sign went off and the studio played music.

"Justin you're paying for a new shirt!!" Steve shouted up, as he turned up to the tank, his hand slipping and his head falling back under the gunge again. He sat back up again and wiped his face clean once more, turning to me, one of the stage hands. "Ok so how do I get back out of this now then?" he asked "I think you should be more concerned about that" I replied, pointing to Justin who had grabbed Steves clean suit and chucked it into the vat. "Oh Justin you're just a big fucking prick aren't you!" "Worth it mate!" replied Justin as he went off for his shower. "So, Steve, how does it feel?" I asked him. "It's not too bad actually, quite erm sensual in some ways I think the only dry bit of me is between my legs". We always flirted when I managed to get on set with him, he knew I fancied him rotten. He got onto all fours ready to steady himself to stand up. His lower torso was still submerged under the very deep pool. "You know what would make this even worse for you Steve?" He looked round and smirked as my hand quickly dived into the pool and grabbed the back of his boxers waistband. The look on his face as his boxers quickly filled with the thick gunge, he looked both pissed off and aroused. "Damn it Al you got me! Well done, actually it feels considerably better" he winked back to me as he stood up. We had to get him patted down to take off most of the gunge before he would go to showers. He stood directly in front of me as I used my hands to squeeze the gunge off his body, starting from his chest and back making him turn every once in a while. I got on my knees when I reached his belly as it was far easier than bending down. My face was in line with his crotch, his tight white hipsters now almost see through as I scraped the gunge from the sides and his bum whilst trying to avoid his junk. He laughed as he used his own hand to wipe down his crotch area, before he smashed his hand into my hair, covering me. I went red as I felt like I was getting turned on, looking down to my crotch to make sure it wasn't showing signs but it was. I looked back at Steve and continued to scrape down his thighs, using my fingers and thumbs to get a tight wrap around his legs. His translucent boxers showing signs of arousal "Oh Al it's not you just any touching there sets me off". I could feel the heat from his crotch as it was slowly getting bigger, before he stepped out of the pool and made his way onto the anti-slip mat. Damn, a golden opportunity, but certainly memories worth holding on to.

It was time for Game one. The studio lights went dark as the crew and contestants made their way to the starting positions. The 'on air' light lit up, followed by 3, 2, 1, . Before the studio lights went up to a hyper DBP at the first game set. "Here we go it's game number one, and it's a messy one time for CHUMPBALL. Steve tell our audience what it's all about." He was still stripped to his now off pink-stained and damp boxers, with nothing but a referee whistle round his neck and microphone in hand. "Well DBP we're going to play Chumpball. The aim is simple, the champs have 90 seconds to get their team-coloured foam filled balloons through the hoop over their own chumps head. The loser of this game will be the champ with the cleanest chump." All four chumps were sat underneath a colour coded basketball hoop, each hoop had barbed wire underneath to rip open the balloon if it went through.

Steve sounded his whistle and the game commenced. The four champs running over to a great big pit filled with coloured balloons. Each player hunting for their own colour balloon except Jim, nice but dim! He grabs the first balloon he can see and throws it at the target. It goes through and bursts over Martin, covering him in a cloud of white foam. A red light shines in the area and a loud buzzer sounds. The other contestants look at Jim, blissfully unaware of his error as he goes to grab another balloon. Martin smiling as he wipes the foam away from his face, laughing with the other chumps. The champs continue on their messy mission as the time ticks away. Five seconds remain, Tom and Chris fighting over access to the pit, pulling each other out of the way to grab the last balloon as they are neck and neck. Chris floors Tom, clearing his way to the pit to grab and throw his last blue balloon before Steve blows his whistle to indicate the end of the game.

"Well wasn't that fun" shouts Steve as he races over to the very messy chumps. Going from right to left he counts out the balloons for each chump. "Chris and Rob off to a very messy start FIVE foamy balloons, excellent score 100 points to the blues" a huge cheer from the friends sat in the blue audience area. "Phil, mate, you need to wipe some of the foam away, you look like a fucking snowman". Phil suddenly blows out a load of foam from his mouth before he wipes his face clean with his hands and laughs. "Nearly as good as the blues, but just four foamy balloons for you my friends 80 points". He skips past Martin and Jim in the yellow corner "I'll come back to you in a minute!" smirking as he runs over to the red area. "So Nathan, you look pretty clean today don't you?" he had absolutely no foam over him. "Jason, seriously you need to work on your ball skills mate they need to go in the big hoops" Steve mocked. "Yeah I was always crap at Basketball" Jason looked gutted he thought he was out. "Well all is not lost yet fella" Steve laughing as he slowly walks over to the yellow area and puts his arm around Jim. "Oh Jim, lovely Jim he looks proper fucking messy doesn't he?" putting the mic in front of Jim for a response. "Yeah I can't believe it, really easy and nobody was putting up a fight in the balloon pit". Steve walks over to Martin and scoops up some of the foam from his shoulders. "Jim, come here for a minute will you" Jim starts to look a little sheepish as he stands next to Steve, as Steve puts his left arm round his shoulders again. "Well the aim of the game was to get balloons over your chump, and you did really well you got SEVEN balloons". Jim looked really excited "butthree of those were not your colour and mean minus 30 points each. You lose this round with MINUS TEN POINTS". Martin looked pleased with himself as he got off nearly scot free. Nathan was looking gutted as he knew he still had the chance of facing the gunk dunk.

Jim and Martin were ushered over to see Dave by the dunk tank. "Well I'm sorry this was an early bath for you Jim, better luck next time". He looked at Martin with a trophy in his hands "You deserve this Martin now are you going to take it easy on this young guy and start being a nice boss?" "Am I fuck" Martin laughed as he took his trophy. He walked over to Jim who was right next to the dunk tank "Sorry Jim but you're fired" and with that he pushed Jim backwards into the gunk dunk and walked off stage. Jim lost his footing and his knees buckled as his body started to fall backwards. Arms stretched out behind him and twisting as he fell into the gunge, body fully submerged. A sloppy pink and green head popped up from the gunge, as a vat of thick yellow gunge fell on him. Jim looked pissed off, he went to get up bringing his clean (ish) legs into the tank as he got to his feet, wiped his body down and went to get out of the pool.

The cameras focussed back on Dave as Jim was helped out. "So that's round one, with a very messy twist what's next Steve?"

"Well Dave our next game is a bit messier we've got our three chumps still sat in their area but we've taken away the hoops and replaced them with large balloons. The aim of this game is for the champs to divert gunge away from their chump for the time being. Each champ will be asked a question if their answer is incorrect we will push gunge into their chumps balloon, for every correct answer they can choose to send gunge into one or more of their opponents balloons"

Justin the stage hand, still in his gunged-up gear took three hoses from the back of the chump seating area and dipped them into the gunk dunk. Nathan, the cleanest of them all was sitting smugly, looking over at the other two still wiping away foam from their stained kit. He looked over at Tom, Chris, and Jason as the stage hands cleared the rest of the set ready for the start of the game. He could see Tom mouthing "you're next" to him.

"And here we go" yelled DBP as he starts the game "Jason what is the capital of Germany?" "err Berlin" "Correct do you want to fill Rob or Phils balloon "Both please Dave" Steve is stood at the controls behind the chumps and hits both the Green and Blue buttons filling both balloons for 5 seconds. "Tom, how many of Henry VIII wives were called Catherine?" "I think two?" "Wrong Three Steve you know what to do" and with that Steve hit the green button for five seconds filling Phils balloon even further he started to look worried as it expanded.

"Chris, what is the most sold flavour of Walkers crisps?" "errm hmmmm" paused Chris as he was deciding "we need an answer or you forfeit" "ok Cheese and Onion?" "Correct choose a chump" "Green team Dave" again Steve hits the button and 5 seconds of gunge makes its way to Phils balloon it started to look a bit full and touching the top of his head. "I'd be nervous if I were you Phil!" yelled Steve from behind. "Jason Gary and Martin kemp were" "Spandau Ballet GREEN!" "Lucky interruption there sorry Phil you're probably going home soon!" his balloon filled again with the gunk dunk gunge, its pink hues starting to show through the rapidly expanding balloon it completely covered his head, he opened the back of his shirt and stuffed a bit down the back of his neck. "Tom When did big brother first air on channel 4?" the twins were probably a bit too young for the first few series "erm 2000?" sirens blared out with the studio lights flashing "ooh Tom you know what that means???" Steve stepped out from behind the control panel "It's Super Steves Swapout Phil if you get this question right you can either fill everyones balloon with 10 seconds of gunge, or swap out your chump Tom for another contestant and add another 5 seconds of gunge to that balloon if it pops you win this round." "Tom, which soft drink is associated with Scotland?" his eyes lit up "IRN-BRU!!!" "Well done Tom, so now what do you want to do?" he looked over at a nervous looking Nathan "lets swap with the red team Nathan take a seat". Phil and Nathan swapped seats as Steve ran back to the control panel. "3-2-1 lets do it" he shouted as he hit the button one more time. The pipes glugged as more thick pink slop filled the balloon for another 5 seconds. The studio fell silent, Nathan cringing as his fate was being decided. The valve shut off with a clang and the balloon perilously full still poised above his head. "Yes, get in" yelled Nathan, pulling faces at Tom and punching the air. He went a little too close and caught the edge of the balloon with his finger nail. "Boom" a sea of bright pink gunge taken from the murky depths of the gunk dunk exploded over Nathan, covering him from head to toe in thick gooey gunge. As he composed himself, his dark spikey hair now gelled back and pink. He stood up and turned round with a clean back and bum. "Jason, I'm sorry but the red team are out" shouted Dave as they made their way to the dunk tank for the losing team presentation.

Dave handed Nathan a trophy for staying 'clean' "thanks Dave, I've loved being on the show and even better not to have ended up in there" said Nathan, gesturing over to the gunk dunk. "Well I'm glad you enjoyed it, and as a special treat we're going to let you get your own back on your mate Jason for bringing you on." Dave stepped back and took hold of the trophy while a grinning Nathan eagerly nipped over to his mate, turned him to face the gunge and bent him over the side. Jason's head was held right to the gunge, his floppy blonde hair swept the gunge. He grabbed the back of Jason's shorts with his left hand, and pushed down on his back with his right hand, before pulling down his shorts exposing a pair of tighty-whities and pushing from behind. Jason yelped as he quickly slumped into the gunge. A gush of thick red gunge hit the tank where Jason landed, as he emerged it created an umbrella of gunge as he tried to balance himself.

"Another great gunging and only one round left to decide which chump ends up on that chair. Steve what's next?"

"Well Dave our final head to head round and we're going back in time to the fairground days with a little assault course for our champs to race to victory. On answering a question correctly our champ has to run through the course and dig out their team coloured token from the cauldron of goo in the middle. But, there's a twist for whoever is inside the course when the timer runs out. Our champs have three minutes to claim victory."

Tom and Chris were armed with elbow and knee pads as they got themselves ready for the third round. Tom was in the lead so far after the last round so stood at the podium with Dave first.

"Right Tom In slang terms, how much money is a pony" "Easy - £25" "Correct run!" Tom went for the entrance. Through the clean mangle and the tangled web of ropes. He dug through a cauldron which was quite deep, full of black and green gunge digging right through so his arms were nearly shoulder deep. He dug out a token it was blue, so threw it back in and dived again. Digging round he had to push deeper and ended up with his chin in the gunge, completely covering his once clean green GYOB shirt sleeve. He found a green token so went through the car wash spirals with an eager Phil at the foam gun giving him a good coating. A new bit was added for Tom to climb up a ladder to a large enclosed slide. Phil quickly moved over to a pump and started pumping like mad, releasing a small amount of gunge above the slide trickling in as Tom sat down to push himself off. His green poly sports shorts now getting a bit gungy. Tom ran from the slide and dumped his token on the table. Now it was time for Chris.

"Chris.. What is the name of a female rabbit?" "errm Vixen?" "No Doe back to Tom"

"Tom What gift do you give for a 25th wedding anniversary?" "Silver" "Correct go!!"

Tom ran again, first through the mangle which was now getting slightly slimey with the foam and gunge from his previous run through. He dug through the cauldron again using his other arm this time, throwing away the wrong coloured tokens til he found another green one. He got through to the car wash spindles but Phil wasn't there to attack him with foam. The sneaky twin had gone straight for the pump and was really going for it. Tom quickly got up the ladder to see that Phils efforts meant there was a wall of gunge at the entrance of the slide. He reluctantly got through, sitting ready to push himself off and getting a torrent of gunge splashing over him. The tube was now pretty soaked but that would mean he could get through quicker. He pushed off and laid on his back, getting soaked as he reached the bottom. His polyester shirt and shorts now clinging to his body with the gunge. Phil was just laughing as Tom reached to put another counter on the table.

"Chris, you need to get some points In which seaside town was Fawlty Towers set?" "Oh fuck Bognor Regis???" " NO! Move out the way".

"Tom, Which planet is nearest the sun?" "Easy Mercury" "Correct go grab another token, but hurry!" The timer was counting down on screen to the audience, he was on about 45 seconds.

He was getting really excited now, he was already in the lead and was now on the way to another token with Chris having non. He decided to play sneakily and take his time on the course. Adding more gunge to the mangle and gaining a bit of foam, pushing his way through the rope jungle til he got to the cauldron. The audience were yelling for him to run, get through the course, but he wasn't taking any of it. He grabbed a nearby stick to stir up the gunge cauldron, cackling like a witch before he grabbed it by both hands and bobbed for tokens in the thick black and green gloopy slop. Every few seconds he came up gasping for air with the gunge starting to run down his back as he grabbed enough air for a few more seconds. He finally emerged with a token in his mouth lucky bastard it was green so he ran for the end of the course. The audience start yelling "Five, Four, Three, Two, One" he was out of time. Phil started cheering along with the audience. Tom kissed his token and looked for a way out. "Oh you've got to keep going there's only one exit" hinted Steve. Tom walked past Phil, thrusting the last token in his face "Oh I can't wait for this now it's going to be splat-tacular!" Phil just ignored him, smirked and carried on pumping the gunge to the entrance of the slide. Tom was already covered by this point and didn't care much about the extra gunge at the entrance to the slide. He waded through and sat at the top of the slide, pretending to shower in the gunge falling from the top. He got up from the seated position, and flung himself down the slide head first.

The gunged up slide meant he slide pretty quick, but it was taking longer than he remembered the previous times. He didn't see the usual exit he was expecting no bright studio lights or a podium in sight. Instead it was eerily dark, with a pink hue coming closer and closer until

*SPLASH*

Tom went head first into the dunk tank and fully submerged. The twist for this game was the slide was moved from the segment to land at the fairground, to a new segment dropping right over the vat of thick pink and multicoloured gunge. He didn't have time to catch a breath before he went in, so up rose a gigantic pink monster from the gunge, gasping for a breath. Soon followed by a torrent of thick bright gunge from above. He sat in the gunge, wriggling about as the slop started to enter his underwear. Dave and Phil arrived at near to the tank for Phils presentation.

"Well Tom I'm afraid as you ran out of time, you lost the final game and the show. But you look absolutely amazing! Phil you got your own back on the man who thought he could take you on how do you feel??" "Absolutely amazing Dave, I'm still the bastard twin and I feel bloody invincible now! Sorry Tom you tried your best!" Tom stood up in the gunge, absolutely drenched with big blobs of thick gunge flowing down his torso. "No hard feelings then?" said Tom as he stretched out a hand to his twin Phil. "None at all, together forever!" and Phil reached to Toms hand to shake it. He should have known, Phil used the opportunity to grab him and drag him into the tank. Both twins submerging and wrestling each other.

"Well we're going to clean up this mess, we'll be back in 5 minutes for the finale with Chris and Rob."

The twins started playing round in the gunge, offering to help each other up but ended up dragging down or pushing into the gunge. Much to the stage hands frustration. "Will you two fucking behave" I yelled, holding the towels and dressing gowns for them to go back to their dressing room.

We set up for the finale. Chris was led by Justin over to the overhead tank it was leaking a bit "oi mate I'm getting wet here" he shouted over to Justin "get used to it!" he sorted as he walked off the main stage. I had the plank ready for Rob to take a seat on the dunk stool. "I cleaned it off a bit for you" I said as I held his hand for balance, his grip was firm. "Cheers mate, how much to swap places with Chris??" he winked at me "well if you get the questions right you might end up covering him anyway!" I laughed. The stage was set. I removed the plank from beneath Robs feet he was a tall guy and his toes dipped into the thick gunge underneath, a look of shock on his face "shit it's cold" he started to look a bit more concerned and body language changed to uncomfortable.

The music started up and the audience were yelling "dunk him, dunk him" as Dave and Steve returned to the set.

"Well Dave, we've got our chump in his final place, poised above the gunk and he looks a bit worried" said Steve, as he grabbed a hand full of gunge from the vat and poured it over Robs feet. Rob squirmed a bit with the shock of the cold gunge on his bare skin.

"Rob you're a nice guy, we're going to throw you a life line answer five questions correctly in 60 seconds and we'll lock out the drop mechanism and open up the vat above Chris here" The camera turned to a very cocky-looking Chris, hands behind his back and shaking his head looking at Rob as if to say nah, you're in for it!.

"Lights down, and question one"

"What is the capital of France" "Paris" "Correct"
"Name three primary colours" "Red, blue, green" "Correct"
"What is 78 plus 87" *pause* "165" "Correct"
Chris was looking nervous as three pumpkins now lit up
"Which sign of the Zodiac comes after Aries" he grinned "Taurus" "Correct"
"Are we gonna gunge your boyfriend Chris" "Yes Dave" "Correct"

There were still 35 seconds on the clock, and with five pumpkins lit up, Rob could hear mechanical noises and looked over to the tank.

Chris, now looking nervous, jumped out of the tank just in time to avoid the thick dark blue gunge coming from the top. Rob gasped as he saw Chris jumping off and grabbing the lever. He heard another clank and was drenched in a thick black gunge above his own head.

Rob was absolutely fuming, and dripping with the thick tar like substance, but at least it was a bit warm. He rubbed it into his shirt and shorts and Dave and Steve started shouting and stage hands started to appear. "CUT, fucking CUT" the filming stopped. "We agreed before the show started, you wouldn't duck out of this" Dave shouted over to Chris "Well, what are you gonna do?" and with that the stage hands brought out a chair, placed it into the overhead tank and ushered Chris to it. Justin had two cable ties, pushing Chris into the chair and knelt down to his legs. He quickly grabbed Chris's legs and tied them together. Then jumped up and sat on his lap, Justin was still damp from his previous gunging, which Chris could feel through the thin material as he reached for his arms to tie them behind the chair. Justin got off Chris and smirked as he left damp gungey patches all over his previously clean t-shirt and shorts. I looked over to a very gunged up Rob sat on the dunk stool "You can come down from there and go get a quick shower and changed, I've put something out for you." He realised I hadn't put the plank back up for him to get down and slowly lowered himself into the dunk tank. It was just under knee height and you could see the shock in his face as he climbed down and then over the side to go towards the changing room.

We had about 10 minutes to get the overhead tanks filled again and get Rob back into position. We had another two buckets of black gunge for Robs overhead but not enough for Chris, so Justin scooped up some of the green gunk from around the tank area and I grabbed a bucket and filled it with the thick pink slime. Justin looked over to me and nodded I knew the signal. "STAY PUT" Justin shouted down to a very immobile Chris.

During the late night adult GYOB we had a few awkward clients who wouldn't do as they were told. We got to a routine that if someone really pissed us off we would play with the gunge. Justin and I brought our buckets to the backstage area the other stage hands knew the signal. Half a dozen hot and tired stage hands unbuckled belts and dropped their cargo pants to the floor. If you ever played soggy biscuit you know what's coming (haha) next! Load after load went into the gunge, I was watching Justin like a hawk and he looked into my eyes as he came a nice thick bright load. I was the last to go as Justin redressed and patted me on the bum as he went out. I knelt down to the bucket and sneakily dunked my cock in where Justin had just come I could feel the warmth of his cum around the coldness of the gunge and started to wank myself off. I could feel another presence in the room and looked round, in horror as I saw Steve standing in the doorway. "I knew you kinky guys did something like this I want in, Chris is an absolute fucking knob" he said as he shut the door behind him. I went to stand up and he quickly put his hand on my shoulder to keep me knelt down as he brought his once-white briefs to my face, the material showing off his generous and expanding package as he slowly lowered them down his still moist body from his previous dunking. "I can't finish myself off always need a hand or something" said Steve as his impressive erection was in front of my face. He closed his eyes and put his hands behind his head. I leant in, opened my mouth and let my tongue lick his cock from the balls to shaft. He moaned my name and I got to work, taking his cock in my mouth and wanking myself off. He was already pre-cum ready and making squelching noises. He had moved his arms down and was running his hand through my hair as I sucked harder and deeper. He let out some warning moans and I knew he wasn't far off as I saw his hands dip into the bucket and straight for my head. I was wanking furiously, his cock in my mouth ready to shoot and running gunge into my hair. I dipped my cock into the bucket and came into it, briefly stopping sucking but leaving his cock in my mouth as I came and shuddered. Without warning I felt his cock throbbing in my mouth repeatedly before I felt the warm thick liquid filling my mouth. He yelped a little as I sucked hard to get every drop out of him before I lent over the bucket and opened my mouth. A pool of thick white gunk dropped out, mixture of his cum and my saliva onto the top of the thick pink gunge.

He pulled up his pink (white) hipsters and walked to the door "see you on set sailor" he grinned and winked as I composed myself.

I took the bucket out to backstage and handed it to Justin "fuck you took a while but impressive load!" "It wasn't just mine" I winked to Justin as he looked over to Steve who was talking to another stage hand but kept looking back to my general direction.

A clean Rob entered the stage area, ready for his seat again. I rushed over with the plank. "Ready for attempt two?" I asked Rob. I looked him up and down, he had taken the outfit I chose a dark blue N2N singlet, showing off his amazing body. Every ripple, curve, and that arse! He took his seat again, smirking as he saw what we had done to Chris. I removed the plank and his feet dipped into the gunge again. "When I was showering, it felt very smooth just like lube do you guys ever do stuff with it?" he asked. I just gave him that knowing look as I made my way off set.

Dave opened the final act same questions and the same outcome happened.

This time Chris was stuck, he couldn't move as the green, pink (and with some added cum) gunge dropped out above him. He was looking up with his mouth open as it hit, before quickly lowering his head and getting covered. I do wonder if he swallowed anyone's load secretly hoped it was mine and Steves!

"Well bad luck there Chris, you didn't quite get your own back this time. But you should know by now, if the champ gets mucky then the chump does too dunk him boys!" Steve stepped into view and grabbed the slightly gunged lever in front of a still very much restrained Chris. The thick black gunge engulfed Rob in his tight blue singlet he had his arms raised to defend himself but actually opened it up to get some gunge down the front. The stool quickly buckled and sent Rob and his gungey singlet flying into the vat below. He dived in whole body at once. The gunge was so thick you could see the indent for a second or two as he went in. A pink blob emerged, spitting out gunge as a thick blue wave hit him from above. He shuddered quickly as he felt the coldness of the gunge on his body, but soon warmed to it. As the cameras turned to Dave he sat up and onto his bum, slowly submerging til only his head was visible. We could see movement under the gunge and could swear he was opening up his singlet. His head went under for a few seconds and rose up again to his bare shoulders no singlet straps in sight as he rolled the body part down to his waist, and showed off his upper body to the cameras.

"Well that's all we've got time for until next time!" and with that Dave and Steve left the set and left us to clean up. The stage hands quickly got on set and started the big haul to get tidied. We knew the next part all too well.

"You'll want to move to the edge of the tank Rob" I shouted over as Rob was still playing in the gunge, rubbing it over his body and slowly diving under. He quickly moved as he realised what was happening. Justin and Mark jumped up to the overhead tank area and lifted Chris out of his chair, still tied. I snapped the dunk stool back in place and they slowly lowered Chris onto it. He was starting to struggle "hold on I can't go in like this" panic set in as Justin walked over to the lever and pulled it a few times. As there was no more gunge in the overhead a few of us had buckets armed and threw them over Chris, covering him in slops from the vat, as the chair buckled, sending him flying into the gunk below.

Rob slid over to where he landed and fished around. He brought Chris up, his arm wrapped round his chest and held him just above the gunge to get his breath. "So are you going to stop being a little twat now Chris?" "Fuck off I won this time!" "Oh you really think so do you?" as he dropped Chris back into the gunge again. Helpless to do anything he smashed into the vat again, totally submerged until Rob dragged him back up.

"Ok ok ok you win again!" "That's what I like to hear and now what happens to the little sub?" "really with everyone watching?!" Chris cried out. Rob dunked him in again as he lowered his singlet further under the gunge. He grabbed Chris and pulled him up again with his right arm, while his left was fumbling around pulling his shorts and pants down a few inches before mounting him. You could see Rob really enjoying himself with the vat of gunge around them both as he pushed his way into Chris, deeply. Justin had found another overhead tank that hadn't been used moved it over to Rob and pushed the button. Rob was thrusting his way into Chris, dunking him from time to time and right at that crucial moment *SPLAT*.