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Here we go with the story of Lincoln's first time:

Lincoln had never been messy before, and now here he was, sitting on a plastic chair above a deep funk tank filled to the brim with bright pink gunge the soles of his feet just touching the frothy layer of pink slime at the top.

Only minutes before, he had arrived at the shows studios to do some filming for what was a new adult gameshow where each week they focused on a celebrity brimming with confidence to bring them down a peg or two. It was a new idea and Lincoln hadn't seen any test footage, he had just been told by his agent it would be a great way to build some exposure and his profile. Being on a few local tv shows he already had a pretty decent social media following his toned and tanned 6ft 28yr old body was all over his social media profiles, and naturally the less he wore the more likes he got and this was something he knew how to capitalize on.

As he arrived in the studio, the production team introduced you as the stagehand and gave him a quick run sheet the first game would be a simple get to know you, with a secret word that if he said would get him messy. Lincoln didn't think much of it and carried on reading The second game was about crime and punishment locked in a cell he had a timer to find a key and escape the mess. He paused and thought this show was already sounding like it was at the edge of his comfort zone and then carried on reading for the final game which just had TBC (Speedos) next to it. He grabbed you and asked what this show was and you just replied the show was called "That's messed up!", a show all about having fun and getting messy with celebrities. As this point you didn't know what the last game was only that it involved a series of pipes and a tank, but promised him it wouldn't be anything to worry about and gave Lincoln three bags of clothes to wear and sent him off to the changing rooms.

In the changing room, Lincoln hesitated for a second he knew once this started there was no going back but decided to carry on anyway. He pulled off his shirt, checking himself in the mirror knowing he looked 100%, slid off his shoes and socks, pulled his jeans off and opened the bag. Inside was a pair of blue nylon shorts and a white singlet which he threw on and came out of the changing room. They were both tight fitting, easily a size too small for him, but as you saw him, naturally you checked him out and lead him to the main studio. Lincoln asked if he needed anything else and you told him he was perfect just the way he was.

Stepping into the studio, Lincoln was feeling pretty nervous the stage lights were bright and hot, but the studio floor was cold underneath his bare feet. He saw for the first time the dunk tank all lit up at the corner of the stage. It looked well used, with a clear plastic front you could see through into the pool of bright pink gunge and one of the producers told him to "head on up" before he could comprehend what was going on he was sitting on top of the tank, in a plastic chair with his legs dangling over the front. The host came out, everything was ready and the cameras started to roll. Off to the side of the set you could see Lincoln was looking a bit nervous but gave him a cheeky wink and just like that the cameras started to roll and the game started. The host explained they were going to chat about Lincolns life and career all he had to do was keep talking and not mention the secret word. On the hosts run sheet, they just had the word 'happy' highlighted and knew that was the goal over the next 5 minutes to get him to say just that one word.

Lincoln sat, looking pretty uncomfortable, but chatting away nonetheless about his TV career, previous jobs as a personal trainer at the gym, his love life (he was single) and what he wanted to do. He mentioned the most he had ever been messy before was playing a game of pie face with mates but never imagined he'd be doing this. With nervous anticipation he kept sliding his hands along his smooth shorts, tight against his legs and not leaving much to the imagination as he played nervously with the nylon fabric and swaying his legs over the gunge below. Occasionally his feet would touch the gunge which felt pretty gross to this mess newbie and he'd slide back on his chair, lift his feet out of the gunge and rest them on the side of the dunk tank as the gunge dripped back down into the pool below.

He thought he was doing pretty well, building confidence with every story his big goofy grin and laugh proving a winner with the host. Finally with only a few seconds to go before he escaped (and Lincoln looking pretty confident he'd escaped) they asked "So what's next for Lincoln?" and he answered "I dunno really, whatever makes me happy". And with that a siren went off behind him that he hadn't seen when climbing up to the tank and he knew that was game over for him. Instantly the confidence disappeared as he looked down into the pool of gunge. The host apologized and told him they were sorry but he knew the rules. He pleaded but deep down knew what was going to happen anyway and then without any warning the plastic seat dropped.

Not expecting it, his feet were still resting on the side of the tank, so he fell arse first into the gunge instantly submerged as he was now completely submerged in gunge. Through the clear plastic front of the tank you could see his body pressing up against the side, splashing gunge over the top as he fought to find his balance to stand up. Eventually he grabbed the sides and braced himself against it to stand up, wiping the gunge off his face and slicking his hair back with the mess. The host asked how it felt and replied "It's so gross its weird!" "It's actually pretty cool I guess". He laughed, no idea how to explain this new feeling, playing with the gunge and the new texture all over his body - he knew it was going to be a day to remember.

With that, someone from the side shouted *cut* and you return to set, giving Lincoln a towel to dry off his face and helped him up the stairs and out of the tank. "It's pretty slippery so be careful" you remind him remarked and directed the hunk towards the showers while you mop up the set. As Lincoln entered the shower, he stripped everything off into a puddle of gunge on the ground and lathered up all the soap he could find to rinse the slime off him, he just hoped it didn't stain his skin then realized he had nothing to change into. In all the new experiences, he'd run into the showers without a second thought and no way was he getting back into those messy clothes after having just cleaned up. He called out for help, which you hear as he asks for the clothes to change into and in all your eagerness to help, race back to the changing room, grab the bag labeled crime and punishment, run back down the hallway to the showers and burst in.

Standing there Lincoln was completely naked, quickly cupping his privates and grabbing a towel to cover up. You cover your eyes (kind of), pretending you hadn't seen anything and passed over the bag. "Umm thanks" Lincoln awkwardly said not wanting to make a strange situation worse and opened the bag. Inside was a set of prison overalls, and Lincoln realized the only pair of underwear he brought, he wore into the dunk tank and were now sitting in a puddle of gunge along with the first outfit. Asking if there was anything else he could wear you replied that's all there was and then left to escape the awkward situation.

As he stood there, wondering what to do he figured he was so far down this path, and probably was going to get messy again anyway, he just picked up his gungey underwear, squeezed as much gunge off them as possible and slid them back on. They were cold and slimey, but he wasn't hating this new feeling of gunge against his skin. Then he put the overalls over the top and heard his name being called not wanting to be walked in on again he quickly zipped up the front zippera bit too fast. The zip broke and opened all the way down to his underwear. Sheepishly he emerged from the showers, saw you again and passed the broken zipper across "I think I broke it" he laughed. Without any backup plans, all you could do was check everyone was happy to proceed with the broken zipper (and with Lincoln's chiseled looks why wouldn't they be) and then led his across the stage floor to a mini-stage set up as a prison cell.

As he entered the cell, it looked like a pretty perfect replica of a cell there was a bed, toilet, desk and a few shelves and from what he could see nothing else. The host returned, the cameras started to roll and it was explained he had three minutes to escape, if he managed there would be a bonus to help him in the final round but fail and there would be a punishment. He nodded and sighed. With that a countdown clock at the back turned on with three minutes showing and then the host made one final comment "What you are looking for is a key to let yourself out, but we might distract you along the way" Lincoln laughed, of course it wasn't going to be straightforward.

With that, the countdown started and Lincoln began moving around the room. He slid the sleeves on the prison suit up and began pulling out the draws on the shelves, flipping the bed and generally looking pretty panicked. He knew it wouldn't be easy to find but surely they wouldn't cheat right? From above started a barrage of mess. First a big creamy pie was thrown from above the set, landing on his face which he smeared away and threw to the side. This was a man on a mission you thought to yourself. As he continued searching, he was attacked through the bars with foam guns and kids water guns filled with gunge. This covered his suit, making it heavy and his exposed chest was now dripping with gunge, foam and bits of pie. The countdown timer hit two minutes to go and Lincoln had no idea what he was doing. He had turned most of the room upside down, there was mess covering the walls, everything and still no key in sight. His bare feet kept sliding around in the mess and most of the time he just kept falling over as he tried to stand up, let alone the challenge.

Over the next minute no less than 30 pies were thrown, and at least 10 big buckets of gunge had been used to cover the mini set. You decided to get in on the action too, flinging whatever mess was around onto the poor stud below. By now Lincoln was pretty un-recognizable, bits of pie and cream all through his hair, covered in red, blue, yellow and green gunge of varying brightness as they mixed in with the foam. He was so slippery now he could barely pick anything up to look at and see if it could be the key he needed and the floor was now just a mash of pies, gunge and foam. Every time he stood and moved now, bits of pie soaked in gunge and foam oozed through his toes, inevitably falling over into the mess and sliding around in it.

With 15 seconds left on the clock he'd given up. Everyone had done their job of completely covering this guy and the cameras zoomed as he was laying on the floor, front of the suit wide open, covered in mess and making angel shapes on the floor. The whole production crew laughed and thought this couldn't have gone better. Looking around the room, Lincoln saw you smiling, gave you a wink and then you did the only logical thing, blasted him with the last of the gunge out of a super soaker, straight in his face and giving the production manager a high-five as the footage came through on the video monitors.

With time up, the host came over and apologized to Lincoln he hadn't found the key. "WHERE WAS IT!" Lincoln exclaimed"Well remember that first pie to the face you threw to the side?" "Yeap well it was in there" The host grabbed the pie which was right in the corner of the room, sifted through it and grabbed the key. "Here, you can let yourself out" As they gave Lincoln the key - he struggled to his feet, opened the gate and fell straight on the floor of the main studio. "How about you go get yourself cleaned up?" The host said "Oh and don't forget your punishment next round".

Once again you head over to Lincoln again with a fresh towel. "Thanks, I think" he says as he gives you a wink. "So what's this punishment they're talking about?" You'd just been given the notes as the final details were worked out and skimmed through the details "Well" you say "For the last round it's a touchy-feely kind of thing where you have to guess the substance and if you cant then a bucket of it gets poured over your head" "Well that sounds just plain nastybut I'm thinking there is more to this than you're letting on what's with the speedos thing". "Ah yep" you respond. "If you won it was going to be with your hands, but now that you've lost it's going to be mess going into your speedo's that you're going to have to guess". "Well f*ck" Lincoln says, "Guess I'd better go get cleaned up before I get messed up again" as he slides off to the showers "You'll bring me my speedo's yeah?"

This time after collecting the speedo's you remember to knock on his shower door before entering the room. "Come on in" he says. You enter and see the pile of mess on the floor, thinking this is gonna be one helluva mess to clean up later on and then look up. There he is, standing naked through the glass screen of the shower. "Hah, wouldn't like to be the one having to wash those after this is all done" joking with you. You can barely take your eyes off him as he is standing there, completely naked but still has a fair bit of gunge he hasn't managed to find/wash off yet. "This stuff sticks like crazy" he says, completely aware of the fact you're basically watching him shower, covered in mess. You get talking and mention you'll probably be the one cleaning most of this up as there are only four people in the production team and he mentions that he hasn't got much else on later so if you want he can help out once it's all over.

Brushing the comment aside, you tell him of course not he's the guest! Slinging the pair of speedo's over the shower door you let him know to come out when he's ready and we can get started on the final game. A few minutes later, Lincoln emerges onto set looking a bit sheepish as everyone else is fully dressed while he walks around in a zebra print speedo. "I look ridiculous" he says pointing down at his crotch. After the encounter in the showers you give him a bit of space, that had totally turned you on and didn't want to make a move on the star guest (or make a fool out of yourself) as one of the other production crew leads him over to a gunge tank with a raised bar stool in it. "All you need to do is take a seat in there, put the blindfold on, and insert the plastic pipe into your speedos" Lincoln looks shocked but lets them carry on " One by one we are going to put five items down the tube into your speedo's and if you get the item correct you don't have to wear the bucket of the item sitting above your head, make sense?" More than a bit nervous - he doesn't say anything but jumps in the tank, up onto the stool which has a footrest and seatback, then inserts the pipe into his speedos which are incredibly tight. "At the end, if you don't get all five right we drop a load of gunge all over you and then the credits will roll then we're all free to go!"

The host comes back out, introduces the game to the cameras - and checks that Lincoln understands how the game is going to work. The tank is a design that's half-open at the front, his lower half completely locked in while still being able to talk through the top half he nods and answers "ummm yep". And with that he is told to put the blindfold on as he readjusts the speedos which aren't leaving much to the imagination and you can tell that whatever is about to come down the pipe is going to give his package a direct hit. With that, the host asks for the first item to be sent down the pipe you watch Lincoln hugging the pipe nervously awaiting the contents and then suddenly about 10 litres of custard drops down the pipe, instantly filling the speedos which start to overflow all over his thighs and running down his legs. His reaction is priceless as he tries to standup which only allows the speedos to fill more and as he sits back down you can only imagine where all that custard is going. "That's easy!" he says "its 100% custard". The host agrees frustratingly as he sits back down in the seat, more than a bit proud to finally have one over on the show. "Well then. Lets how you go with the second item blindfold on please!"

As you watch on from the side, you watch the next item being dropped down the tube, it flows slowly, looks super thick and you have no idea what it is and you don't even have a blindfold on. Lincoln lets out a gasp "OMG that's so cold" he says and it's only as the contents overflows that you can see it was a bucket full of mashed up peas. "I actually have no idea what this could be, but this sucks!" As the combination of custard and peas mixes and slides down his thighs even you agree this would be impossible to guess. The host announces it was in fact mushy peas and Lincoln leans back, rips off the blindfold and says "I f***ing hate peas" and now without warning from the funnel above his head now drops a bucket of thick mushed up peas that coat his perfectly styled hair, cover his face and pecs before filling in the gaps so he was now completely covered in a thick lumpy shade of green.

You have to laugh as he squirms around, still holding the pipe connected to his speedos almost for safety and he spots you in the corner laughing and shoots you a look that gives you a hunch he's going to be out for revenge at some point. "Are you ready for the third item?" the host asks. "*sigh* yeah I guess" he replied and slides the blindfold back on. A momentary pause for the cameras and then down the pipe you can clearly see baked beans sliding down. This should be easy to guess you think as it struggles filling what remaining space there is in his speedos after all his squirming around. "You might have to get up so it can get in there" the host exclaims, and as Lincoln stands up you see him struggle to hold his balance as the mixture of beans, peas and custard coat his feet and leave him ankle deep in unidentifiable mess.

Finally all the beans force their way through, most end up escaping through the bottom of his speedos and coating his quads (which now look extremely well defined) in the signature red/yellow blend that is baked beans. "Literally that could be anything in the world" he says. You don't take much notice, all you can do is stare at his chiseled body somehow the mess makes his muscles even more defined and you think to yourself just how much you want to share that tank with him right now and the speedos don't do much to hide everything you saw in the shower before.

Snapping back to the world around you "Any guesses?" says the host "or shall we just get it over anyway?" They laugh, as Lincoln resigns to the fact this is just going to be a royal trashing. "Just lemme have it!" he says, taking off the blindfold and looking down at the pool of mess. "Beans!" he says, looking up as a deluge descends, creating a brand new layer of mess and completely coating the layer of peas. You have no idea how much this would have cost but there is easily enough beans dropping on him to fill 4-5 buckets. As individual beans run down his body, they run along his chiseled jawline sliding along the definition of his muscles and over his speedo's, dropping into the rapidly growing pool of mess that have now completely submerged his feet. "Only two more to go the host says how about we do them at the same time?" The host says "They're pretty similar ingredients and will leave you tasting delicious" "Hah" Lincoln says "Do I have a choice?" He doesn't even wait for an answer, sitting back down on the stool as he feels cupfuls of beans in his speedos squeeze into his butt. He isn't even shocked at this point, there are so many new textures and sensations against his body he is totally relaxed and even slightly aroused by it all. Adjusting the pipe into the speedos again which have now released most of their previous contents he gives the thumbs up.

Instantly drops through the tube a mixture of lumps and smooth, partially melted ice cream and some sort of syrup you can't quite make out. Lincoln is completely shocked as the first bits of freezing mess enter his speedo and rips the pipe out of them. It's still pointed towards him, now covering his face, chest and anything else in the firing line as he fights against the freezing cold mess. "I can taste it!" he screams "It's ice cream and chocolate sauce now make it stop!" It's completely no use, what is coming down that pipe continues to pour shooting jets of cold, thick mess all over this hunk and the tank.


As the torrent of syrup and icecream starts to slow down, he lets go of the pipe, dropping it as it sinks into the tank which is now halfway up his calves in mess. "I guessed it" he shouts "And I'm already covered" the host agrees with the completely trashed hunk but reminds him of the rules "You still have one more tank of gunge left and then you are free to go! We'll even let you post a picture of this mess all over you social media to prove how much of a good sport you were." Lincoln looks at you and takes his seat again in the tank. As you check him out you see his hands are covering his speedos which, even covered in all this mess you can tell he is pretty turned on something you weren't expecting (and by the looks of things neither was he). He lifts his legs up and onto the barstool footrest the amount of mess is just right that it comes up to the soles of his feet and without any need for the blindfold anymore, drops it into the multi-coloured mess and awaits his fate.

The host does the outro for the show, telling everyone to tune in next week etc etc but you cant do anything but stare at this hunk in the tank who is staring back at you. "Shall we give Lincoln a countdown" the host shouts as you and the other production crew join in with a "54321gunge him!" And with that, the top of the tank which was filled with blue, black, white and yellow gunge streams down him he completely embraces it giving himself a 'hair wash' with all the gunge and somehow cleaning all the prior mess off him leaving a second skin of gunge. It's a seemingly endless torrent, but as it starts to slow you can see the camera assistant counts down 3, 2, 1 "and we're out". As the gunge comes to the last couple of drips the production manager thanks everyone for their time, and without much of a care in the world the rest of the crew pack up their things and head out through a side studio door. The production manager pokes their head back in and says "You'll sort him and this mess out yeah?" And you nod back, speechless for words as this visibly horny tv star sits almost naked, covered in all sorts of gunge is staring at you.

The door slams shut it's just the two of you now and you can see that Lincoln is checking you out. "Get over here" he jokes, "You have to see how this feels." As you approach the tank you can see it's not holding its seals particularly well, with bits of mess starting to ooze out and puddle on the floor. Trying to stay clean you lean over the mess and lean your arms against the tank door. "I've seen you checking me out allll day haven't you?" You act all shy, just staring at him as he wipes the gunge from his forehead, back along his hair, and a stream of gunge runs down his muscled back.

You don't say anything, there's no need to but lean in closer, your head now well inside the tank and only inches away from his face. And then, without missing a beat his hands rise up out of the hundreds of litres of mess he is encased in, grabs you by the wrists and winks. It's game on.