We were so far behind, the filming schedule was due to begin tomorrow - and somebody decided it would be a good idea to host a Studio tour TODAY! "They're here!!" I sighed and turned to the crew "Right - best behaviour, let's use this to our advantage and hope to god we get set up in time for tomorrow". The hangar doors opened to the studio to reveal a Coach, with about 50 final year design and engineering Uni students ready to wreak havoc on us.

I took a deep breath, and walked out to greet the coach party. "Welcome all to the Westchester Studios and get ready for a fun-filled day learning about our new studio set for the upcoming series of Got My Own Back - Late Night!" The crowd cheered, with a few cries of "Wind him up" "Wheel of woe" "Dunk him".

I was approached by one of the group, he introduced himself as Prof. Paul - lecturer at the Uni and leader of todays outing. He was one of the youngest Professors I'd certainly seen - in his late twenties but dressed a little older, 5'11 with a floppy dark-blonde quiff - wearing the telltale design technology look of tie tucked into his untucked shirt and scruffy jeans, which was hiding a slight dad-bod of a guy who liked to keep trim, but liked to go for a pint after work. "Here's the list you asked for - I'll round up the troops - let us know where you want us to go" he said. I looked at the list, smiled and said I'd meet them all round at the reception pod to check in and we'll start the tour. "Oh, take those on the list round to meet Mark outside the green room".

Five minutes later and the crew was ready to start the day off. We were going to use the group to do a bit of work for us, as well as have a bit of fun with later on! The Prof was going to go into detail with the group of the set designs and mechanisms, with us on hand to help with a few live demos to make it a bit more realistic and give them a flavour of our day-to-day running.

"Right, I think you're mostly here - just waiting on the four to come back from the green room to meet us - but take a quick look around. We've got over half a dozen main sets that converge in the middle here, making it a bit easier to get filming underway when we have multiple shows to film per day so we can make slight changes to sets on the fly. Some sets remain static, some are smaller and some are larger that will take some of our more complex games to be played. You can see the games we have set up ready to start filming tomorrow - and, of course, in the middle - our Dunk Tank set.' The crowd went "ooohhh" as a curtain lifted to reveal the tank we had set up for this season. We went for the Single Track deep dunk tank used around '97, with a second seat hovering above for the challenger in the final game.

At that moment, four figures appeared from the corner - the crowd cheered - it was their Prof and three of their peers. "Welcome back - and don't they look stunning in the newly designed gear for this series guys?" They were sporting some sports tops and shorts, loosely based on Chelsea kit. Two of the guys in a royal blue version, and the others in a deep red kit. "We'll get to intros shortly - but first we have some work to do."

"As you can see, the tank is about half full and would usually take our crew a good few hours to fill it - and that's where you guys come in handy today! It's not all about building, it's the whole picture." I led the crowd, with Paul right by my side in his blue kit - he had tucked his top into his shorts and it really showed off a fine body with a few curves. I caught a glimpse down to see a very packed crotch as well, it's a good thing I had some tight undies on today!.

"The first dozen guys, grab a bucket from the pile on your way past and follow me". I grabbed a bucket, Paul grabbed the next, they were a little bit grim from the amount of gunge that had been made - some a little slimy round the edges but the guys didn't seem too phased. I put my bucket under a large faucet and turned the lever "fill your buckets about four fifths of the way and then follow me to the powder room." I picked up my filled bucket and headed to a little room just off the way - the chatter started and I could hear some of them saying they weren't here to do the grunt work. The first couple of buckets now entered the room, I passed round three large drills with plaster tools attached and gave them a scoop of green or blue powder each. "Sprinkle the powder over the top with the drill on its fastest setting in the water - after a couple of minutes you'll see the liquid turn viscous. Once it froths just give it another couple of minutes, then hand your drill to the next bucketeer and follow me."

Some of the guys were still bitching about having to do work, one cocky guy wearing a heavy metal t-shirt, short spiky black hair and a cigarette behind his ear seemed to be the ring leader. Paul noticed me glancing in his direction and heard some of the chatter. I walked out of the room and over towards the dunker.

About fifteen minutes later I had my first dozen guys with buckets in front of me, I beckoned for the next dozen guys to follow the same process. "Now, this is a really important job to do - if we didn't have the gunge, we would't have a full dunk tank, and without that we don't have a show." The cocky guy rolled his eyes at me and started to look away, he wasn't going to get away with it "YOU - bring your bucket up here" He looked up, slightly sheepish at being called out and waddled over with his heavy bucket of thick blue gunge that sloshed about as he set it down. "Now, do you think you've mixed that very well?" "Err.. yeah" "Well I don't, there are lumps in - now get on your hands and knees - you need to mix it up!" Paul started grinning, this guy was a complete pain in the arse most of the time. I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder to force him to kneel. "But I've got nothing to stir it with" he exclaimed "You've got hands haven't you?" He rolled his sleeve up and cautiously put his hand into the gunge, it went in slowly - almost hair by hair on his arm getting deeper. "And now move it round faster to mix it". I made him mix it, knowing it wouldn't really get any better, for about two minutes. "Ok now stop - does it look any more consistent now?" "I think so yes" he quivered. "Look closer really get close to it." My hand was on his shoulders, encouraging him to get more familiar with it. Paul knew what was going through my mind, almost giving me the look of approval with a slight twitch of his shorts. My hand went from his shoulders to the back of his neck as I forced his head into the large opening on the bucket. He struggled with me for a second before I let go and he emerged, with thick gunk flowing down his favourite t-shirt and into his lap. His cigarette had disappeared into the gunge. I fished it out and threw it at him. "And that, guys, is why you always do as you're told. Now pick up your buckets, stand at the edge of the dunk tank and pour it in. Feel free to scoop any leftovers out, then return to the back of the queue to fill more up. And you, sir, go to the green room B and get cleaned up - there's probably a t-shirt you can have there too." "Th-thank you sorry" he uttered as he headed to the room, leaving a trail of blue splodges as they dropped off his head.

Half an hour later and the tank was filled, about 20cm of the black tank lining showing above the level and shiny sea of thick green and blue natrasol. "So, who is impressed with this sea of gunge?" A few hands raised up "but is it really gunge unless it looks nasty?" A few heads shook, a few nods in agreement "yeah it needs more colour" shouted a voice from the back "exactly - so stand back". I pulled a few levers which raised the dunk chair up half way, and moved the champ seat over the side and down to the floor out of the way. One of the students nearby decided to take a quick break and sat down in the champs chair "I wouldn't do that if I were you" I said, as a few more buttons pressed and the chair started rising from the floor, he quickly jumped out of the way, as I chuckled to myself. "If you look above, we have a dozen quick release tubes, each filled with 40 litres of thick and brightly coloured gunge. We'll restock them later, but for now" and with that I pressed a big red button followed by 12 numbered buttons in a row. One by one the vats released, dumping yellows, reds, greens, pinks all around the dunk tank. It created a huge spattered effect right across, and it looked impressive! "Now, we normally write something in the gunge - who wants to do that?" A dozen hands went up quickly I chose the quiet looking guy stood at the back. He was dressed smartly in beige chinos, smart trainers and a pastel green Oxford shirt. He came to the front and I pointed him towards the champs chair. "Sit there, and I will raise you above the dunker - you need to grab a bucket that we will pass you and you can drop it in slowly to create some words. He eagerly took his seat, as it raised up and back over the dunk tank. His feet were a good half a meter off the gunge. He grabbed a bucket of red gunge from the side "you can write anything you want - whatever inspires you" he looked and smirked as he started to lay out some patterns.

First to appear was an arrow pointing down
Next the word "Here"
Then "In"
A new colour - yellow "Goes"
Then lastly, right at the top "ProfP"

"Oh yeah that's really funny" shouted Paul up at the student "that's a 3k essay you owe me in the morning!" He looked back at the Prof and just laughed. I moved a few levers and pushed buttons and 30 seconds later he was back on the ground after finishing his masterpiece.

"Right - let's get started - follow me over to the first area for the challenger introductions!" They move from the dunk tank and went to the Intros area - it was a brightly coloured set looking like a boxing ring background. Paul went into the detail about the set design and what we had done to put it together.

Once he was finished I continued the studio tour part "When we start this series we will introduce the challengers and the chumps. Challengers enter from stage right wearing a boxers gown and gloves, and the Chumps will enter stage left in the cages you can see." The crew wheeled in two large cages - one blue, one red. Each had a swing door to the rear, with steel bars to the sides, with perspex halfway. Above the cages were large boxes, about a foot deep and completely opaque. "So here's your first photo opportunity guys - there are some capes and gloves for 'champs' and the 'chumps' can stand in the cages and give us your best faces."

The Uni guys were eager to play along, divided themselves into champs and chumps to take photos of their special visit. Everyone, except the four guys in the new set uniforms. "Ok - so as a special treat, we're going to recreate a few of the games with some of your peers. So without further delay - please welcome our first champ - it's Matt in the red team - come on in Matt!" The crowd went wild, whooping and cheering as Matt confidently strutted his way to the Intros area. "Err hi, I'm Matt - I'm the Rugby captain and 3rd year set design student, and I want to get my own back on James the SU Rep." Matt was a whopping 6ft 2, a solid body with well defined pecs and abs, strong arms and legs poking out of the almost silk-like red sports top and shorts. They all wore their kits with white sports socks, and Adidas black trainers. In from the other side, the red cage wheeled in - with James firmly gripping the bars, trying to rock the cage in a fake attempt to escape it. "So, James - what have you done to deserve this today?" I asked "Well - Matt is just whiny all the time, so instead of listening to his demands I just get drunk with my pals instead." James was doing his Masters, so a little older than the rest of the group - he had short spiky dark brown hair, with gorgeously deep blue eyes, a cheeky grin, and always had a smell of spirits about him. He was about 5'11 with an average build, but a nice arse as the camera panned from behind.

"Well, that's an err interesting case so let's hear it from the blue team - please welcome Jake from the champs corner." In walked Jake, a smug grin on his face watching his classmates cheer him on, a few air punches with the blue boxing gloves as he reached his spot. "Hi, I'm Jake - and I want to get my own back on Professor Paul!" "Ooohhhh" the crowd got excited as Paul was wheeled to position in the blue cage. Jake was another mature student, he was 28 and just about to finish his final year under Pauls tuition. He was a VERY strawberry blonde, spiked up hair and very hairy blonde / ginger legs. He came in a bit shorter at 5'9 but made up for that with a massive amount of confidence. Paul looked bemused, but you could tell he was loving it. As the cage came to a stop he stuttered around slightly getting his balance. "So Paul mate, what HAVE you done wrong?" "Oh I really don't know I'm great - Jake's just delusional". I turned to Jake for his reason "Well Pauls a nice guy, but he keeps setting us extra challenges all the time" the crowd muttered in agreement "write me a 3k word essay, research this method, do a presentation tomorrow it's just too much - time to bring him down a peg or two!" The crowd cheered and started shouting "dunk him dunk him". I turned to Paul, a wry smile appearing on his face and a slight twitch in his shorts. "Well sorry to disappoint today guys, but it's just a couple of dry games we're playing - we don't have the time or resources to get anyone messy today. On to the first games though." The crowd booed with disappointment.

I smirked as I walked over to prepare the first game. I'd had my suspicions that there was something between Jake and Paul, they were covertly flirty and then my colleague told me he had seen them being quite 'close' in the green room getting changed. I loved the idea of playing them off against each other - and things might get a bit messier than they imagined!

"Round 1 - the champs must work out a way to connect their chumps cage to the grid. The winner gets 20 points and activates their cage." Paul looked at me right in the eyes "Activates?" "Haha don't worry - today's a dry run day! GO!". And with that the two champs Matt and Jake started rummaging round a load of cables. Some short, some had symbols and colour codes. They had to work out to get a length of cable from the 'sockets' to the cages. They needed to use their teams coloured cables and make sure the symbols lined up in the right direction - but they had to work that out first. Matt plugged a cable to the socket and realised it was too short, quickly grabbing the next cables he could to reach SU Rep James' cage - he plugged it in and the crowd booed (they wanted to seek revenge on Paul!) He pressed the giant button on the side and a loud buzzer sounded - it didn't work. Matt started rummaging round again. Jake saw Matts failed attempt, looking up at Paul stood in the cage, and grinned at him as he put the blue cables together. He noticed the direction symbols at either side of the cable, some in the same direction, some in opposite directions and he twigged what to do. Matt had quickly managed to put the colour-coded cables together again and ran to push the button - again, a loud buzzer sounded as he got it wrong, but didn't know why! Jake got the run of cables in line now, all blue, all running from the socket to the cage in the correct direction. He cockily walked over to the button on the side and whacked it with his hand. A fairground bell rang out and the cage lit up with LEDs round the top. A whirring sound above Pauls head as four jets of thick white foam shot out and coated Paul. The crowd went wild with cheers for Jake as Paul turned into Frosty the foam man. He put his hands on his hips and blew out trying to get some foam on Jake as they approached the centre spot to announce the winner. One of the jets was aimed at the back of his neck and had managed to throw a stream of foam down the back of his top, filling his top that was still tucked into his shorts.

"Well that was an interesting first round won by Jake so twenty points to the blues. Sorry Paul, I thought the guys had deactivated the mechanisms today - we'll get you showered off and continue the tour shortly. Follow me and we'll sort you out." I pressed a button on the cages and released the chumps, and led Paul to my personal breakout room. "I hope that wasn't too bad - sorry again mate!" Paul was absolutely covered, his large quiff now flopping down, almost getting in his eyes as he kept brushing it back, letting foam drip from his hair down to the crease of his neck. I opened the door and let him go in, there was a bit of a corridor that led to a large space. I had some of the props scattered all over and some 'testing' areas for new designs. He looked at a large padded gym bench with a tank hovering over, and looked back at me. "Erm that one's a new game design, might come out for a game later in the series - but not todays." I pointed him over to a door in the corner. "Shower's through there, just drop your clothes and I'll get some new ones sorted for you.' He stripped off right in front of me, foam splatting down as he undid his top from his shorts and took it off. He revealed a dark blonde slightly hairy torso, before lowering his foam-soaked shorts and briefs. I didn't know where to look as he handed me his still-warm clothes and gave me a slight grin as I was trying not to look at his crotch. He certainly looked like a shower, but wondered if he was a grower too! He took off and went for a shower, I heard the splashes from the shower room as he started to clean himself. I just threw his clothes into the dryer, I had clean ones available for him but I wanted to see him in the slightly messy gear for a few more rounds. I sat on the gym bench and grabbed for a remote and keyboard and turned on the monitors opposite. I started looking for the footage from the first game and brought up the three angles and hit play. Leaning back on the bench til I was at a 45 degree angle, my back firmly against the red padded bench with my legs straddled over either side of it. My right hand down my boxers as I started to watch the footage of Paul getting foamed. The shower door opened sooner than I expected, I'd stopped listening out for it and a very wet and naked Paul walked out and saw what I was doing. I didn't even stop, he started to smile and walked over, sitting down on the rest of the bench right in front of me, his hand reaching out to touch my hand through the outside of the cargo pants I had on. I moved my hand and he touched my cock, his started growing rapidly as he leaned in to kiss me. His mouth opened slightly as he tilted to the right and leaned in - it was the best snog I'd had for a long time as I reached out to feel his cock. It was rock hard and huge. He moved further towards me and started rubbing his cock against the outside of my black cargo pants - he produced a lot of pre-cum which I hadn't noticed. He leaned away slightly "I thought you were with Jake?" "I am - but I'm pretty sure he likes you too." He looked up at the tank above us, and noticed it was full of the blue and green mix we'd used for the dunk tank. "We've got to get back to set. We can play later though, maybe Jake too?. I couldn't find any more clothes for you - but I put yours in the dryer. They should be dry, but they'll just look a bit messy." He looked down at my pre-cum covered cargos and said "well, looks like I won't be the ONLY one."

I watched Paul putting on his foam-stained gear, sans briefs this time. He bent over to put his socks and trainers back on and gave me a glimpse of his fine pert bum before standing up, tucking in his top and giving his bum a final rub before disappearing down the corridor. Fuck, combats were stained and looked a bit like a snail had trailed them - I tried to wash with a damp cloth, hope I got enough of it off.

I walked out and back into the crowd, Paul was talking to a few of them about some of the design stuff, with Jake VERY close to him. Jake looked around and caught my attention, he looked down at my cargo pants with a damp patch and some trails and gave me a little nod. I started getting a semi on again! "Right guys, lets get over to set Two for the next game set." We walked over to a giant pinball type set. It was a large board that looked like the backdrop on Tipping Point, at the top was an open area with some staging behind to stand on. Inside the machine were a load of large pins from top to bottom, random lights and stickers. Underneath was a stool that looked like it was on a track from side to side.

The guys took their cue to start taking pictures - a few ran to the top, holding a few footballs they'd found, with their mates underneath sat on the two stools. A couple of random balls fell through the mechanism - they could see the random movement through the pins, before it exited the machine and either hit the floor, or one of their mates on the head.

"So guys, hope you got a few pictures there - round two for this season could include our new game CHUMP-BALL" the crowd went ooohhh as they were waiting for the instructions. Paul led a brief chat about how we would have set this up, and the tracks and mechanics needed for the stools at the bottom. "We were going to run this one with some foam balls, but decided that we needed something a bit more 'substantial' for the show" at that point, a crate full of filled balloons was wheeled next to me. I picked up a yellow balloon. "As you can see, we've filled these balloons with some substances - well, today it'll just be water - but for the series they could be foam, porridge, beans or slime."

I looked over to Matt and Jake, both looking eager to start this round! Matt put his thick arm round Jakes shoulder "So who do you think will win this one?" Winking over to Jake. They were guided up the scaffolding by one of the crew, as James and Paul took their respective seats. James was looking nervous "Can we play with the foam balls today? I'm not up for getting wet!" I laughed and turned to the crowd. "The aim of the game is to get a ball / balloon over your chump - they have 60 seconds to play. Each player has a lever to move their chump from left to right, and they choose the drop zone to let their balls go. Ready guys?? GetSet. CHUMP-BALL!" A whistle blew and some music pumped in from the speakers nearby. The crowd started chanting. The guys played with the levers, moving the guys underneath from left to right. James ended up sat under zone 3 and Paul under his zone 4. Matt chose a red balloon, Jake a black one - they looked at each other and lined up their drop - then in sync dropped the balloons. They rattled around the pins, moving between the zones slightly. The red ball dropped first, it went to Zone 2 - a loud pop and a splash, it was full of water. James got a splash on his legs "fuck that's cold STOP the game" I just laughed and waited for the next ones to go. The black balloon fell, it hit Zone 1 and burst - a barrage of thick white foam shot out and spattered the stage and a bit of Paul and James' legs. "Whoa you said these were water!!" Shouted Paul, "Oh damn, they must have got the crates mixed up!

The guys quickly picked up more balloons. Matt picked up a blue one and dropped it over zone 3, James picked up a pink and a purple one and dropped them over zones 3 and 4. Pink balloon hit first, it missed Paul again just by a whisker at the edge of zone 3 - huge splash of freezing cold water. The blue one kept going between zones 2 and 3 - the crowd kept screaming yes as it went to the right side. It left the machine, right over James - it hit his head and bounced straight off his short brown hair and just past his lap. It hit the ground by his feet and exploded - a large glob of very thick red gunge went in every direction and coated his trainers. He breathed a sigh of relief as he didn't get too gunged up. Paul laughed, as the purple balloon hit in zone 1 with another creamy splash. A whistle blew to indicate the end of the round "So Matt wins but poor James didn't get much of a splat - guys can you take the pins back please?" The pins retracted leaving a massive gap down the game. "Matt - pick a balloon and drop it!" The crowd, and Paul yelled "Drop it drop it drop it " as Matt searched around for a balloon - he tried to work out what might be in them. A few lighter ones were put back as he picked up one that made a proper slosh. He grinned, aimed, and dropped. SPLASH - James was drenched, a look of shock on his face - the water was pretty much fresh out of the COLD tap. His top and shorts were absolutely soaked in the freezing water as he shook and managed to splash Paul a little bit.
"Ok James?" He was shivering with the cold "It's fucking cccoold!" "Paul - go take him to my office and dry him off, there's some heaters and dryers in there!" With that Paul led him away. "Ok guys - 10 minutes and meet me by the dunk tank for the penultimate round!". The crowd dispersed as they took a look round the rest of the set. Jake came up to me, put his hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eyes. "So, how do we get Paul all messed up? I've been waiting for so long - I never thought the franchise would be back on, it was me who wrote in to arrange this tour!" I was a little shocked, but pleasantly surprised. I looked around, the coast was clear - I put my arm round his waist and dragged him close. The time felt right as I leaned in to kiss him. His ginger, styled beard was soft to the touch. I dragged him close so he could feel my semi getting harder, and I could feel his very generously sized cock getting bigger under the kit. "I'll rig it for you to win the next round - you HAVE to win, and I'll give you some help. Once you've got him to the final, there's no escape!' We had another cheeky snog and grope before we had to compose ourselves and get ready for round three.

The guys returned from the dressing room, James was a bit drier and Paul had his usual cheeky look about him. His uniform was still covered in foam stains, even now it's dry.

"Round three - gather round guys, you're in for a treat!" I looked up at the ceiling and raised my arms to the sky, calling down for the latest prop. Out of what seemed like nowhere, a large padded pole descended from the rooftops between the drop tanks over the dunk tank. It stopped about 1.5m above the dunk. Four other crew members entered the area with thick Perspex slabs that they slotted over the dunk tank.

Jake looked at me, I nodded back and winked at him. "Ok - so the penultimate round will be the same each week. Who remembers the greasy pole game?" Hands went up round the studio, as the guys in kit groaned. "This game is just for the champs, tete-a-tete at its best. The winner goes on to the dunk tank round with his chump! Each contestant is given a giant foam cotton bud in their teams colours. They must both get onto the pole and hang on for dear life - the loser will be thrown from the pole. Matt looked nervous "when you say thrown?" I turned to him "we're playing dry today so don't worry!" The students took their cue to do their photo ops. They split themselves up and got on the pole, doing their best to knock each other off onto the perspex. Some successful, some went together - great situation for a few action pictures!

"Ok - let's get set up - we've still got a lot of work to do when you lot go home. Challengers - take your positions!" Matt and Jake approached the dunk tank from their coloured sides. They mounted the pole and slid to the middle. One of the crew walked over the perspex and handed one of the foam buds to each guy. "Three Two One GO!" A siren blew and they started attacking each other with the buds. Both guys held their own, and despite his size and build, Jake was sticking to the pole like a cat with its claws out! I did fit his shorts with some anti slip material - that might have helped a bit!

"Let's make this interesting" I announced as the crew slid back the perspex floor, revealing a drop into the thick green gunge with some multi-coloured flecks. "I did forget to mention, we usually throw some of the crew in to mix up the gunge once we drop the dozen colours into it! Good luck!" Matt threw a knock into Jakes bud - it flew out of his hands and he lost his balance. Matt looked victorious - but Jake still managed to stick to the pole, he was a couple of inches from a drop into the slop. He managed to regain his balance and sat back upright. Matt swung again but this time Jake caught it and yanked the bud out of his hands. Matt didn't have a choice now he had to grab on as Jake started swiping him from side to side. One massive swipe and Matt was now on his back, grabbing on for dear life. He couldn't keep the friction as his arms and legs were starting to sweat. Jake had an evil look as he dipped the bud into the gunge. He lifted it out, thick gunge dripping off. Matt was panicking now - as he saw the huge bud dripping with thick goo aiming towards him. Jake used it like a paintbrush going over Matts chest, trying to pry him off the pole. Now he aimed for Matts hands - his grip was failing and suddenly *glop* he lost complete grip of his hands and ended up dunking his entire torso into the gunge. He had no choice now, he was hanging upside down in the dunk tank and had to let go of the pole with his legs. It was almost slow motion as he submerged fully into the thick gunge. He appeared a few moments later, a great blue and green blob in red clothing. He spat out some of the gunge and cleared his face. The crowd was cheering as he slid his hands through his usually dark hair. Jake started to slide off the pole back to safety - narrowly missing Matts gunge being flung at him. Matt walked over to the edge of the dunk tank, his elbows on the side with his head in his hands. "So, Matt - how are you feeling?" "Fucking slimy - it gets EVERYWHERE doesn't it" he said as he was wriggling round in the gunge. "Ohh yes, you'll be picking gunge out of your pubes for weeks mate." As I turned round, Matt started pulling a face, as he tried to get out of the dunk tank. "There's a small ladder in the corner Matt - head up and one of the crew will meet you to get you cleaned up - you can keep the uniform too!" "Cheers " he said sarcastically as he made his way out. The thick gunge dripping off his big thick arse as he climbed out of the tank.

"So, we all know what time it is now Paul, Jake - get ready for the final round! It's time for THE GUNK DUNK." The crowd went absolutely fucking wild, Paul put his head in his hands as he realised what was about to happen. He sneakily looked at Jake, both a sly grin as they'd been talking about this moment for months - it was finally about to happen!

The perspex sheet was added back to the tank, and one by one the students took a seat on the lowered dunk tank stool. But it was finally time for the big finale!

I ushered Jake over to the padded black chair by the side of the dunk tank and told him to hang on, as it raised up and over the dunk tank. I lowered it about 1/4 of the way towards the middle of the dunk tank - so he had nowhere to go. I lowered it inch by inch til the top of his bare feet just to say skimmed the top layer. He dipped his big toes into the gunge and stirred it round. "It's quite smooth isn't it!" He yelled down to the crowd. Paul laughed, as he took a seat over the dunk tank. The perspex sheet was taken away, his feet firmly on the bar of his stool.

The theme music played loudly out of the stage speakers, followed by a low humming sound as the lights dimmed and the cameras panned up and down the two guys.

"Well this is where the host would say your fates have been sealed, with the champ cheering in his seat, and the chump looking glum and full of regret. This round is pretty straight forward. Jake, you get three chances to crank Paul up to the top of the tower. The higher he goes up, the bigger the splash he'll make. If you get Paul to the top, he gets to answer a final question - if he gets it right - you get a bit messy. If he gets it wrong, it's a straight drop down for him! Understood?"

Paul muttered, looking at Jake with a side-smile, and a bit of an 'oh no' look. Jake shouted up "yep - I'm ready - he's ready - we're all ready, let's get on with it!"

"Question one Jake - what's your middle name?" "James" "REALLY?? Who gives their kid initials of JJ?? - well.. correct"

Paul grabs the side of the seat as it lunges backwards up the ramp. He starts to look a little scared!

"Question two - how many fingers am I holding up?" I hold up two fingers to the camera, he can clearly see (we're not bothered about giving Paul any reprieve!) "I'm going to say TWO" "Absolutely correct!" Paul starts laughing as he knows he isn't getting away lightly today!

"Final question - how much do you want to see Paul covered in thick gunge?" "I'd probably say, quite a lot?" "Well gents, that's the final question, and he's right! What do we do??" "WIND HIMUP" the crowd yells, as the final yank up the tower starts. He's right at the top and looking nervous. Jake is sat and waiting for the final part before he sees his, not so secretly, beloved Paul come crashing down the ramp.

"Well Paul - there's only one way down, but we're going to give you a life-line. Get this question right, and we mess Jake up and you can go home a free man! So, what do you teach?" Jake looks shocked, he wasn't expecting this - he'd agreed with me that Paul was going to get trashed - not him! "Design and Engineering" "Absolutely Correct!" "Noooooooooo" yelled Jake as a torrent of multicoloured slime hit the top of his strawberry blonde (ginger) head. It was the stringy slimy stuff, and he was absolutely covered. His lovely dry blue kit was no longer dry, patches of thick gunge clung to him as he started to try and wipe it away. He was sporting a good sized semi (not as much as Paul though from the top of the tower!) As he starts to flick the gunge away. "Now Jake, this time round, since it's pure adults - we're not just drenching - we're dunking the champs too! GUYS - LET HIM LOOSE" and with that, the stool yanks 45 degrees and throws Jake body first into the dunk tank with a massive splash. A green and blue monster emerges from the gunge, his previously peaky hair now flat and stringy as the gunge flows down his torso. My cock was rock hard now, thankfully I'd positioned myself up into my waistband. Jake slipped a few times before regaining his balance, his hands firmly under the gunge, opening his shorts with a look on his face that says he's enjoying it. He lifts his slimed blue top up and takes it off, dipping it in gunge and throwing it into the crowd "a souvenir for whoever picks it up". James the SU rep picks it up and swaps it for his dry shirt which he throws back at Jake in the dunk. "So has Paul got away with it then?" Paul sits up on the tower looking smug "Only if you can't work out how to get him down - we're not helping him!" Jake looks around the dunk tank and wades over to the side stool - he notices a set of buttons "A / B / D". He presses button A, half a dozen torrents of gunge fly down from above, he's standing right underneath the pink one. It was really thick and cold, it hits the top of his head and shoulders making a nice pool in the nape of his neck. "Fucks sake, I guess it's D for dunk him?" The crowd yells 'dunk him, dunk him' as he looks at Paul and presses the button. Fireworks from the top of the tower as Paul feels some force attached to the stool like a rollercoaster. He flies from the top to the bottom, falling off his seat and into the gunge like he's still sitting. Jakes heart is a flutter and he sees things in almost slow motion, Pauls feet and legs swallowed by the green slime, his thighs and bum engulfed before the rest of his body is pulled under.

He rises slowly as Jake pushes button B - another half dozen torrents on a time delay start releasing gunge into the tank. First Paul is hit with a bright green wave, he staggers and is hit with yellow, then blue and black, ending up next to Jake as another pink wave hits them both.

The gunge stops, the crowd are going wild as the two guys look at each other and laugh. Jake drags Paul closer to him as he wipes the gunge off his face and they go in for a hug. Jakes nipples are rock hard, with Pauls showing quite nicely under his top. Jake whispers something in his ear, they both smirk and look at each other.

"Well that's a wrap folks - I hope you've enjoyed your day here at the studios! Feel free to have a wander and ask any of the crew questions. I'm off to finish some jobs in my dressing room. Jake and Paul - the crew will get you out and send you off for some showers!" With that I hurriedly made my exit - I was hard as a fucking rock and leaking pre-cum like I've never done before.

I made it back to my area and sat on the gym bench. My hands were shaking with excitement as I reached for the remotes and keyboard to fire up the VT equipment. I undid my belt and unzipped the cargo pants, releasing my throbbing and wet cock. The VT was ready to play - six screens capturing all the camera angles around the dunk tank from the moment Paul and Jake sat down.

I noticed some buckets of gunge in the room, I hadn't put them there - but they were going to come in handy. I emptied a couple into a trough underneath my feet, quickly removing my socks and putting my feet over the edge. I grabs some gunge in my hands and started to slick up my own cock as I pressed play.

This section was taking longer than I remembered, maybe it was the anticipation at the time making things go faster. Maybe I was hornier than I expected now, and wanted to shoot right away. I started to whack myself off as they sat in their seats and my voice started to come through the speakers, narrating what was about to happen.

I heard a door opening and voices - I'm sure I'd told the crew to send them to the communal showers? It was, it was Jake and Paul - they didn't realise they were in my personal space as I panicked and wondered whether to clean up quickly or keep going. I sat back and decided to see what would happen. I heard giggles and kissing sounds as they came through the corridor. They were stumbling across, Jake ripping off Pauls t-shirt and Paul with his hands round Jakes waistband trying to pull them down. They both stopped quickly when they noticed they weren't alone and looked at the screens on the wall. "So I guess you're 'into' it then" asked Jake, eyeing up my massive gunged up hard-on and the screens that were playing their latest scene. They whispered to each other and started to walk over, stripping off to reveal their gunged up naked bodies. Both were pretty well hung and stood to attention eagerly.

Paul looked at me "Top, Middle of Bottom?" "Err Middle?" "Glad you answered that one - Jake, you're on bottom duty!" The VT was still rolling as the guys walked up and started kissing me one at a time, playing with my cock, and helping to remove my clothes. Their bodies were warm, but the gunge starting to cool down on their skin. Paul spread my legs as he stepped into the trough of pink gunge and aimed his cock under my balls. "Wind him up" we heard from the tape, as Paul encouraged me to relax and started to enter me. We were all kissing groping, every time we heard 'wind him up' Paul got a little further until he was balls deep and my legs wrapped around his waist. He kept slipping in the gunge, but got a good balance once I was grabbing him. It was onto the final question and Jake pushed me and Paul apart while he straddled me like a horse. My throbbing dick disappearing as he lowered himself onto me. I leaned forwards to kiss Jake again, changing Pauls angle giving him deeper access which felt amazing.

Jake was ready for a gunging on the VT, I looked into his eyes, kissed him and pulled the chain next to me. 100L of thick, cold, green gunge flowed out of the tank above and directly onto Jakes head. He moved backwards, dragging me with him til it covered me and pooled around our dicks. Paul was the last to move forwards, grinding into me and getting a face full of the thick drips of the last of the gunge from above.

The next section was a blur as I remember watching the VT between gropes and kisses, all of us grinding until one by one we came. First me into Jake, my spasms setting off Paul into me, and Jake covering my gunged up chest with a dozen shoots of thick white cum.

That was the start of the best night of my life