*SPLAT*

Matt Bomer took an entire pie to his cute face, gasping in shock (and pleasure) as the pie ran down his attire. He could not do anything against this action due to the fact he was tied to a chair, the rope tighten around his arms and legs which restricted his movement, much to his dismay. Back to the pie, the cream had ran down his attire before the crust got its turn on Matt's body, rolling down his attire. Landing in his lap, the crust and cream shifted their way onto the seat. But the victim was secretly aroused, loving the feel of pie slide down his body.

One of his mysterious tormentors saw this and was smiling nonstop at the spectacle.

Matt, on the other hand, was trying to remember how he gotten himself into this arousing dilemma/humiliation.

...

Earlier that day, Matt was busy grooming his wavy brown hair while humming a cheerful tone. The occasion wasn't anything special, but he always wants to look his best whenever he left his apartment. He had a white dress shirt, blue tie, black suit jacket, black slacks, black dress socks, and black dress shoes. He contemplated wearing a tuxedo today, but he decided against.

He left his apartment and went for a small stroll around the area. Bomer then came across a fan, who wanted his autograph. Naturally, he accepted being a good hearted fellow. And when he finished, he found himself getting a bag over his head.

Matt struggled to get it off, the abductor being very clever and strong. He felt himself being moved before shoved into a van. Matt was able to get the bag off his head and just in time to see the doors close. Banging on the inside, he demanded to be let out. Which led him to smelling knockout gas and get drowsy before falling to sleep.

He slowly came to when and felt restricted. Looking down, Matt was now in his aforementioned position in chair. As Matt's vision was slowly coming back, he made out three people but could not tell who there were even as his vision returned. He did make out a table with pies on them though. Matt's gaze turned from confusion to shock in a minute. He was going to humiliated.

...

Hence his current position. The pie had been thrown straight his handsome face to the aforementioned situation with the pie.

One pie wasn't enough though as his captors began to fling or smash pies into the victim, who was secretly aroused from the aspect of getting himself trashed from pies in his nice suit. But he tried to push those thoughts away, more intent on getting free from his binds than take another pie. One pie embedded itself into his face. Another directly on the tie. Two creamed his chest. One planted itself in his crotch. Three landed onto his chest. Every time a pie collided with Matt, it exploded with cream allowing it to splatter all over his person. The crust would remain until gravity took control and let it fall either into his lap (which was stacked) or to his dress shoes, getting them covered in crust and residue cream. The ammunition had mucked up his appearance to no end.

But Matt was enjoying it. Each hit, he let out a mock shock or gasp on his face as if he was infuriated with the trashing, but his bugle continued to grow and grow. The captors, unaware of Bomer's enjoyment, decided to go all the way. They tore a hole in his slacks near the zipper and plowed a pie into the exposed area. Matt had to contain his arousing feeling so he held back the load he was going to bust.

The pies eventually ran out and captors decided that was enough... for now. They freed Matt from his binds, much to the pleasure of the pie covered victim.

But Matt was utterly unpresentable. His handsome appearance had been trashed nonstop from the splattering. His cute face was sported the whipped cream pastries while said substance roamed through his brown hair. His white dress shirt became creamy white, his blue tie mucked up, and his black suit jacket gained pie stains. Down his slacks, dessert residue ran down the legs. The black dress socks and black dress shoes were sitting in the fallen parts, trashing them all the same. And if you could look carefully, an exposed part of his zipper held a large tent in his undergarments.

The tormentors left, satisfied with the trashing, not noticing that they had actually turned on the actor. After they left, Matt stood up and allowing the bits of pie that fell into his lap to fall onto floor, now creating a mound of pie crust and cream that his socks and shoes were in. Matt made sure no one was around and began to pleasure himself from the trashing.

He would not admit it aloud but he had enjoyed his WAM punishment and would be interested in more in his future.