Drew found himself in the bathroom he shared with Tanya, naked and wearing a red ball gag. In front of him was a Perspex storage box just wide enough for him to sit with crossed legs, and about shin deep. Surrounding him were 5 3-litre clear plastic buckets and lots of tins and bags of food.

Since a very young age, Drew had identified as a splosher. This started when he watched 90s shows featuring gunge tanks, which Drew tended to get an embarrassing "physical reaction" to. Back then, being gunged on TV seemed the height of embarrassment. And for Drew, the sight of someone becoming the surprise star of a show and subjected to ritual humiliation was a big turn on. Unfortunately TV gunge tanks became passe before Drew had a chance to get the treatment himself, and he since discovered BDSM as an outlet for his desire to be degraded.

Drew was a sub through and through. His girlfriend of 3 years, Tanya, was his domme. Tanya wasn't into sploshing herself, but she got off on the feeling of power that came with reducing Drew to a stinking, sloppy mess. Drew was always grateful to Tanya after one of their occasional sploshing sessions; he'd do pretty much anything Tanya could ask of him.

Tanya was downstairs watching daytime TV as Drew opened can after can and emptied its contents into one of the clear buckets. "If I wanted to spend all morning preparing for a sploshing session, I would have become a sub" was her go-to phrase in this situation. Drew wasn't much of a fan of the preparation, or the clean-up for that matter. But he did enjoy Tanya instructing him to strip naked, gagging him, and telling him how to get ready for his ordeal. The anticipation was long and slow for Drew; he got to smell everything that was coming to him ahead of time. Today there was baked beans, mushy peas, porridge, and gravy. The fifth bucket was for pink and purple gunge that Drew had bought online, for that authentic TV gunge experience. Drew started making the porridge and gravy first, as he knew they would need time to cool down before they were dumped over his head. The TV gunge was made with warm water, so the same applied to that. Drew had emptied some ice into the bath so he could place the brimming slop buckets in there to cool quickly. All that was left then were the beans and peas. The smell of both hit Drew as he opened each can in turn. This was going to be gross!

The time had finally come. Drew scraped out the last mushy pea tin into the bucket, and tossed the can into a black bin-liner in the corner of the room. He took his phone and messaged Tanya: "ready for you, mistress". He took the tripod atop which his video camera was mounted, and put it in front of the Perspex box.

The bathroom door opened slowly, and Tanya peered her head round. She was dressed all in black with a mask on, and gloves that went over her elbows. Drew might get off on being messy, but Tanya would much rather stay completely clean. She pressed record on the camera, which Drew was positioned in front of. "Oh, you have been a busy little sub. And oh boy, the smell is on another level today! Have you been playing with yourself already? That's my job!" Tanya took hold of Drew's erect member. He hadn't been playing with himself, but the excitement was too much for him. He moaned through the gag as Tanya gently stroked him up and down. "I'm going to take this gag off you now. Don't want you suffocating under all this slop! Now into your tub; good gunge slut." Drew took his place in the tub, cross legged and naked as the day he was born. "Now don't move, I have a surprise for you"

Tanya disappeared from the bathroom. Drew wondered what was in store for him. The door opened again and Tanya came through with something behind her back. "I thought this would make it a bit more interesting for us both. I need your arms out in front of you." Drew could now see what Tanya was holding. It was a plastic molded yoke, all in black, with a big hole for his head and two smaller holes in front for his hands. Tanya prised it apart, put Drew's head through the big hole, and his hands in the smaller hole. She closed it together, and suddenly Drew was completely bound in place. She then put a securing pin through the hole in the middle, and fastened a small padlock to the pin where it came out the other side. Drew had no way to escape. "Now my gunge sissy is ready for his annihilation! How does it feel to be naked, helpless, and waiting for that slop we can't help but smell? You're going to regret asking me for today!"

"Now, where shall we start?" Tanya said as she surveyed the primed buckets. "How about beans? They are your favorite, after all". Tanya took the handle of the bucket containing the beans. She held it in front of Drews face to give him a good look at what awaited him. She dipped her gloved hand in, taking a handful and letting them fall back into the bucket. "Are you ready to be totally gunged?". "Yes mistress" Drew replied. "Then point your head up to the sky." Drew followed orders as Tanya held the bucket aloft. "Here's beans in your eye!" Tanya proceeded to pour a small amount of the beans onto Drews face. He flinched as they hit, and could feel as the cold lumps started to cover his face. "Eurgh, you look disgusting! I bet you're loving this, aren't you?" Drew let out a muffled "mmm hmm", conscious that anything more would cause the beans to fall. "OK, head down so I can dump the rest over your pathetic head". Drew did as he was told and shortly after flinched his shoulders as he felt more cold and slimly lumps pour over his head. "And the look is complete. All covered in beans. If only your friends could see you now! Maybe we'll share the video with them later?". Drew and Tanya both knew that outing him was a red line for Drew and therefore off limits, but it got them both turned on thinking about it. "And how's Little Drew now?" Tanya asked rhetorically as she slowly stroked Drew's cock once more. Drew moaned and whimpered at being teased in this way.

"Next up, let's go back to what all started this!" Tanya reached for the pink and purple gunge, which Drew had combined in the same bucket to give an authentic layered effect. "Your choice of colours is very feminine today. You'll be wanting me to peg you after this, no doubt!". "Only if it would give you pleasure, mistress" Drew replied. "Such a charmer! But it won't save you." Tanya positioned herself behind Drew once more and slowly tipped the bucket over his head. It was still a bit warm, which came as a relief after the cold beans. As the gunge enveloped his head, he became aware that he'd gone deaf. The gunge had covered him so completely that even his ears were full of it. "Let's take a look at you" Drew could just about make out Tanya saying. "Aww, all pink and purple. Just like if you'd got your wish of being gunged on TV. Hopefully the yoke and being naked is a good substitute for having an audience. And seeing you like that is making me loose what respect I had for you. I still can't believe you get off on this!". Tanya stroked Drew once more. He could have quite easily come right there and then, but he knew Tanya wouldn't let him.

"Time to get back to the smelly stuff. I know how important that is to you!". Tanya took another bucket, but Drew couldn't see what it was. He couldn't open his eyes. "Open wide" Tanya commanded. Drew opened his mouth, and Tanya threw the next substance at him. "You know what that is, don't you. You've never liked mushy peas, and you're about to get absolutely covered in them for my pleasure. They're so thick that I can't really pour them over you. So I'll have to throw them instead. You can close your mouth now.". Tanya launched a barrage of peas at Drew, hitting his face and all over his body. "This is taking too long. I have an idea". Tanya took some paper plates from the side and loaded 3 of them with peas. Drew knew what was coming. "Pie sandwich!". Tanya had a plate in each hand, and planted them either side of Drew's face. She then took hold of the third plate. "And the last one is for your face". Drew winced as Tanya planted the last plate of peas squarely on his face. "Yuck! Unlike you, I like eating mushy peas. But this is disgusting! And I know how that turns you on." Tanya grabbed Drew's cock once more. He felt humiliated and turned on by his treatment. And there was more still to come.

"We're running out of food. You're such a greedy gunge slut! Now I wonder if these bits have cooled down yet?". Drew knew what he was doing when it came to sploshing. He'd put thermometers in both the gravy and the porridge. "Hmm, yeah. Looks OK to me" Tanya said as she removed the thermometer from the gravy and brought the bucket close to her face. "It smells good enough to eat! And it's really thick. Why don't you make gravy like this for me? You want it all to yourself, don't you?". Tanya put her gloved hand and scooped some out, which she dripped back in. "It's a bit lumpy though. Oh, wait! That's how you like it!". Tanya positioned herself behind Drew once more. "Here comes the gravy train, choo choo!". Drew knew what was coming. The gravy was thick and smelly, but at least it washed away some of the peas. "Oh look, it's dripping off your nose. I didn't realize it, but gravy can be quite slimy. Good err, choice! Oh, I almost forgot about Little Drew. Can't leave him out". Tanya tugged at Drew's member once more. He was passed being ready to blow, but the messy finale came first. Speaking of which, porridge was the only thing left. It somehow didn't feel as spectacular or smelly enough to end with.

"And now at the splosh cafe, we have porridge. One lump or two, sir? Oh sod it, have the whole bucket. That's what you came for, you little pervert!". Tanya emptied the bucket of porridge over him, making sure it covered his head and shoulders before dripping down over his body. "That was very satisfying! I'm sure you'll agree. And look at the tub you're sitting in! Well, if the yoke will let you that is. All that mess is like a work of art. You've experienced each mess in turn, I think now it's time to mix it up a bit. Don't you agree, Drew?". Tanya leaned in and stroked his cock whilst taunting him. Drew loved messy seconds, when Tanya scoops up the combined mess to make a truly vile concoction. The mess was now a good depth for her to do just that, and she prepared a bucket.

"I have one last trick up my sleeve! You didn't think the porridge was what we'd end on, did you?". Tanya disappeared again. When she came back she was holding two plastic bottles. "I thought we'd try something else you hate..." Tanya's voice slowed down for effect as she gave Drew a good look at the labels ".. salad cream! There you go, Drew. Now that's a proper gunging. And because I know that once you've cum, you lose your interest in sploshing... come here, Little Drew!". Tanya smiled and laughed as she worked Drew's cock with her hand. She would occasionally take a handful of mess and pour it over. "Extra lubricant! Maybe sploshing has it's advantages after all. Now cum for me, messy boy!". For the first time in his life, Drew did not want to cum. He knew that, once he did, he would snap out of his horny splosh trance. Then there would be more mess to face, but without the arousal. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Tanya exclaimed, seeing the torture all over Drew's face. "Ahh, that's it. Good gunge sub. You've added a little bit extra to your mixture. Let's catch it for your sloppy seconds." Tanya directed Drew's cum to top off the bucket she had prepared before.

"So how are you feeling now? Still want more gunge? Still having the time of your life? Or is it different now you're no longer horny?". Drew was genuinely lost for words. His arousal gone, he was now feeling truly humiliated and ready for his shower. "Now you get to feel what normal people feel when they're gunged, Drew. No raging horn for them, just the feeling of being cold, slimy, and humiliated. I'm going to enjoy this part the best because I know you won't be enjoying it! Let's complete your humiliation." With that Tanya grabbed the seconds bucked and tipped it over Drew. He didn't like it at all this time, and as the mixture came in waves and lumps he wash wishing for it to end. "Eurgh, utterly disgusting. Time to finish you off!". Tanya took a bottle of salad cream in each hand. Drew was dreading it, having always hated the smell of the stuff. "Smile for the camera, Drew" Tanya exclaimed as she started to squeeze. Drew heard as the bottles contorted and their contents came out violently onto each side of his head. The smell was horrific and all consuming. Tanya had to squeeze several times to get it all out, and Drew kept thinking the ordeal was all over. "Whoa, this stuff stinks. You'd be enjoying this sooo much if I hadn't tugged you off just now." Drew could only sit there and squirm, his humiliation was absolute.

"I've had fun owning you today. Now, I think I'll let the camera roll for a bit before letting you out. And if you think I'm going near you for the next week, you have another thing coming. It will take you that long to get rid of the smell. Bye Drew!". Tanya waved as she went back to finish watching her TV show. Drew knew the cleanup was his job. He couldn't wait to watch the footage back.