Nate picked himself up out of the gunge for what must be the tenth time. He was covered in cold, slimy gunge from head to toe, the wrestling singlet he'd been made to wear was covered in slime and his hair was ruined.

"Okay guys, I quit! Let me out of here!" he shouted up to the ceiling of the room he was in, from which the TV studio's lights, sound rigging and cameras were suspended. He assumed the producers must be up there somewhere too, so he stood there, looking up, knee deep in gunge, waiting for an answer.

None came.

He looked up in dismay at the two big strong wrestlers standing above him, on the slope that led up to the exit door, and freedom. Twenty minutes ago he'd been dropped in this room by the producers of The Escape Room, and told that to escape and claim his prize, all he had to do was climb up that slope and make his way through the exit door. 'Easy!', Nate had thought, but that was before two of the biggest, strongest guys he'd ever seen had made their way in through the door and taken their positions between Nate and the exit. They'd then spent the next twenty minutes delighting in repeatedly blocking Nate's progress, and shoving him back down the slippery slope into the pool of green gunge at the bottom.

Every time Nate climbed up out of the gunge and on to the slope, the gunge he dragged with him made it more and more slippery. It was okay for the wrestlers guarding the exit, they only had to make their way down the slope to him, but for Nate, he had to slip and slide his way up towards them - at which point it was very easy for them to send him sliding back down into the gunge, where he landed each time with a splat.

"Hello?!" Nate shouted upwards again? "Anyone there? I quit, I'm done!"

The only response he got was the sound of a camera zooming in on his gunge-soaked body, as the producers got more shots of his humiliation to delight the audience watching on TV. It looked like the only way to end the game would be to get out of the room.

But to do that, he was going to have to get past the two hunky wrestlers, who would enjoy nothing more than throwing him back down into the gunge.

Time for a new approach. Maybe, thought Nate, if I can drag them both back down with me into the gunge, I can get out before them and escape them that way.

As quickly as he could, Nate climbed up out of the gunge to the bottom of the slope, got to his feet...

...and immediately slipped, and tumbled head first back into the gunge.

He emerged, coughing and spluttering, to the uproarious laughter of the two guys stood on the slope above him. And he could swear he could hear laughter coming from behind the scenes now too. Clearly the producers were enjoying his humiliation too. Not only was he totally covered in gunge, he realised that his singlet was full of gunge too.

"Come on guys, that's enough now, surely!" he yelled, not really expecting a response. He got one, though not from the producers, in the form of more laughs from the cocky wrestlers above him.

"I beg to differ," one of them shouted through his laughter. "I could watch you dive into gunge like that all day!"

Incensed, Nate grabbed the side and pulled himself up, standing up carefully this time and readying himself for another attempt at the slippery slope. He was determined to somehow grab them both, drag them down into the gunge with him.

As he climbed carefully up the slope, nearing the two wrestlers, he dived forward, and managed to grab one of them around the ankles. While the two guys above him were bigger than he was, Nate was pretty strong himself, having wrestled on his college varsity squad for two years, scoring a decent number of wins. So he managed to get a good grip on his opponent, despite how gungy and slippery he was, and rolled him down the slope towards the pit of gunge at the bottom.

They landed together in the gunge, and Nate heard his opponent let out a groan as he got his first covering of gunge of the day. About time, Nate thought to himself, now you know how it feels, as he stood up quickly, pulled himself out of the gunge again, and readied himself for his second opponent. As he grabbed the second wrestler guard and pulled him down the slope towards the gunge, he realised it wasn't enough. With two opponents, he'd somehow need to drag them both down at the same time. One at a time just gave the other one a chance to recover and get back above him again.

The two of them fell together into the gunge. Nate got to his feet as quickly as he could, but as he did he saw that his first opponent was standing above him, on the edge of the pit of gunge, dripping slime from his singlet. As he went to climb out, his opponent pushed him back in again, right into the arms of the other guard who pulled him down into the gunge. They fell back, and Nate found himself sitting in the gunge on the lap of the second wrestler, as the first jumped down into the gunge to join them.

'What the fuck?!' Nate thought to himself. 'Why's he getting in the gunge rather than guarding the exit?' Then it occurred to him - maybe this was his chance.

As he tried to get up though, he realised the second wrestler had a tight hold on his arms, and was pinning them behind his back. He also quickly became aware that there was something hard and pointy digging into his slimy butt. And not only that, the wrestler standing over him was also sporting a considerable boner in his slimy singlet. They were getting off on this, Nate realised. They were getting off on humiliating him! He squirmed, trying to get away from the wrestler's hold on him.

"Yeah dude, you keep squirming on my dick, jock boy, that feels good," the wrestler whispered in his ear, and Nate quickly stopped. He just lay there helplessly in the gunge, arms pinned behind his back, feeling the wrestler's hard, gungy cock pushing against his ass. Between that, and the big bulge in the slimy singlet of the wrestler standing over him, he was trapped.

Nate lay as still as he could, not wanting to rub his ass against the wrestler's cock pinned underneath him any more than he had to. Grinning cockily down at him, the other wrestler bent down, cupped his hands, dipped them into the gunge, and slowly tipped a handful of gunge over Nate's helpless face. It was far from the first faceful of gunge that Nate had got that afternoon, but it was easily the most humiliating, as it dripped slowly down his handsome, rugged features, and with his hands held behind him, he couldn't reach up and wipe it off. The wrestler laughed as he stood over Nate, reached down, and did it again, this time rubbing the gunge into his face with his hand too.

How had Nate ended up like this? He'd only wanted to go on TV, win some prizes, maybe get some followers for his Instagram from viewers who enjoyed his sexy body in a tight singlet - and now he was completely trashed and lying in a pit of gunge with two other messy guys, both of them clearly very turned on by his humiliation.

Nate struggled again - if he was ever going to put an end to this experience, he had to get away from the wrestler holding him. As he squirmed, the wrestler below him moaned, clearly enjoying the sensations of Nate's firm bubble butt rubbing against his horny cock. As he slipped about in the gunge, Nate realised that maybe he could use this too his advantage, and deliberately wriggled his ass against his captor's hard cock, figuring if he could turn him on enough, it might distract him and he might relax his grip.

And it worked! Suddenly Nate felt the grip on his arms loosen. He wasted no time pulling away, rolling to his side as he made his escape, falling deeper into the gunge, but at least he was away. He stumbled to his knees, then to his feet, and waded as quickly as he could to the side of the pit, and to the slope, at the top of which lay his escape.

But he wasn't quick enough. The other wrestler grabbed him and pulled him down into the gunge as the wrestler he'd been sat on top of caught up with them too. Before Nate realised it, all three of them were effectively wrestling in gunge as Nate struggled to escape, and the other two struggled to pin him down. All three of them rolled around in the gunge, on top of each other, underneath each other, trying and failing to get a grip on one another in the slippery gunge. By now, all three of them were totally covered, and barely recognisable through the thick, green slime that covered their singlets, their bodies and their faces.

As they rolled around and squirmed on top of and underneath each other, hands were going everywhere. More than once, Nate found himself grabbing a slimy cock without any idea which of the wrestlers it belonged to, and both of them also seemed to find their hands in his crotch and his ass more than they really needed to. And to his horror, Nate found himself reacting to their touch. As he rolled around, and was pressed up against the hunky wrestlers, his cock was hardening in his singlet too. And it felt good.

Suddenly, one of the wrestlers got a hold of him and pinned his arms behind his back, pushing his legs behind Nate's butt and shoving his crotch upwards, out of the gunge. Nate struggled, realising that in this position, with his crotch pointing towards the ceiling, shiny with the slimy gunge, his hard ten-inch cock was clearly visible through his singlet. He squirmed, trying to escape, as he heard the noise of a camera zooming in on his treacherous hard-on, beaming the evidence of how horny and aroused he was into the homes of a watching TV audience. He'd never been so humiliated - or so he thought.

Grinning, dripping gunge, the other wrestler straddled him. He sat his ass down on Nate's throbbing cock. Nate gasped at the sensations that ran through him. The wrestler leant down towards Nate, and whispered in his ear.

"You want this to be over right?"

Nate nodded.

"Okay, we'll let you go. Once all three of us have cum."

Nate's eyes widened in horror. "No, no..."

"Okay, fine." The wrestlers laughed to each other and splashed gunge into Nate's face, rubbing it in. "Sure?"

"Yes!"

"Sure?" The wrestler wriggled forward, sliding over Nate's cock and making him moan in pleasure. He then shoved his gungy crotch into Nate's face. Nate squirmed, helpless to resist as the slimy hard cock rubbed all over his nose and mouth. The wrestler reached back, groping Nate's cock, making him moan into the slimy lycra that was covering his mouth as the wrestler continued to rub his cock over Nate's face. And again, the cameras caught it all.

Maybe it was the desperation to get away, to finally leave this room and escape the cameras catching his exquisite humiliation. Or maybe it was the horniness of his ten-inch cock and the sensations pulsing through it, that caused him to maybe not make the wisest decisions.

"Okay okay. Let's do it. Let's jack off. Let my hands go so I can do it then! And get off me, jack off so I can go."

The wrestlers laughed to each other. "Nah, we're not doing that. I think we'd prefer it if you got us off."

"No! Ohhhhhh..."

That last moan came as the wrestler groped Nate's throbbing cock again. "Seems like you're enjoying the idea." He ran his hand slowly, gently over Nate's cock, teasing it through the slimy lycra, driving Nate crazy with lust.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, I'll do it. I'll suck your dicks, just get me off and let me go."

At that, the wrestlers released their hold on Nate, stood up and pulled him roughly to his knees. All three of them were covered in gunge, and Nate was still kneeling in it, the gunge coming up to just below his waist. His hard cock jutted out above the level of the gunge, pulsing inside his slimy singlet. Meanwhile, both wrestlers had pulled their singlets down to their thighs, their horny cocks bouncing in the air.

As the cameras zoomed in on him, Nate took a deep breath, and took the first of the two cocks in front of him in his mouth. He heard the wrestler above him gasp in pleasure as his slimy cock was engulfed in Nate's warm mouth. Nate began to quickly bob his head up and down, running his lips up and down the pulsing cock. The wrestler soon started to thrust his hips, moaning in pleasure.

"Fuck dude, you give great head. And look how hard your cock is. You're loving this, aren't you, you messy little slut?"

Nate moaned in humiliation. It was true. His cock was harder than it had ever been, and was pulsing away inside his gungy singlet.

"Ohhh fuck, fuck, fuck!" The wrestler pulled his cock out of Nate's mouth, held Nate's head and jacked his cock five times before shooting a huge, sticky load right into Nate's face. As the hot cum struck his face and slid down, Nate moaned in humiliation. He reached up to wipe it away, but found his arms pinned behind him again by the other wrestler.

"No you don't. This game's all about getting you messy, and that's what we're going to do."

Once he'd finished cumming, the first wrestler sat down in the gunge next to Nate, and ran his fingers gently over Nate's cock. Nate moaned in frustration.

"You be a good little gunge slut and suck my buddy off like you did me, and I'll see about giving this horny cock some relief." Nate didn't need telling twice. He got to work, hungrily sucking at his tormenter's big, slippery cock. Holding his lips tightly around it, and whirling his tongue over the tip, he bobbed his head up and down as quickly as he could, while the other wrestler gripped his pulsing cock through his gungy singlet and began to jack it, achingly slowly.

As the sensations ran through his cock and his horniness began to mount as he got closer and closer to orgasm, Nate went to town on the cock in his mouth. He bobbed up and down, deep-throating the throbbing tool and making the wrestler moan in pleasure. Nate was so horny, so frustrated, so desperate to cum, he sucked the cock in his mouth in a mindless frenzy as the wrestler used his mouth for his own pleasure. Finally, Nate felt the cock in his mouth swell as it prepared to release its load.

Again, the wrestler pulled out of his mouth at the last moment, jacking his cock one, two, three times before splashing a load of sticky hot cum right into Nate's face. And as the first load struck his nose, Nate let out a moan of ecstasy as the other wrestler teased his cock right over the edge, and he released the biggest load of his life inside his singlet. He pumped cum into his singlet, moaning mindlessly in ecstasy as a strong, beefy wrestler sprayed cum in to his face. His humiliation was complete.

Panting, all three of them finally came down from the ecstasy. For Nate, it was probably the biggest orgasm he'd ever had, and a singlet full of cum attested to it. And he'd done it while sucking two big dicks, on his knees in a pit of gunge, absolutely covered in slime. And all on national TV.

"Fuck man, you are one horny little gunge slut. You loved that, didn't you." The wrestlers laughed to each other - they were only too happy to rub Nate's humilation in a little bit more. "Off you go now. Oh, and don't even think of wiping that cum off your face until you're out of the room - you know how easily we can pull you back down into this gunge."

Nate definitely did. Resigned, he pulled himself up out of the gunge, and dragged himself over the side of the pit and to the bottom of the slope. Slipping and sliding as he walked, dripping gunge and trying not to fall over and embarrass himself even more, Nate finally reached the top of the slope and the exit of the Escape Room. He pushed open the door, stepped through and breathed a sigh of relief. He was covered in gunge, and had a singlet and a face full of cum - but he was out. And he'd be getting his prize! He couldn't wait to see what it was! After what he'd been through, it better be worth it!

On the other side of the door, there was a sign. It said "Pull this rope to release your prize." To the right of the sign was a rope. Grinning, Nate grabbed it and pulled.

And released a final vat of purple gunge over his head.