This is the second instalment of Alex, Marc, Lucas and Scott's messy adventures, raising money to travel to the State Wrestling Meet in a series of games devised by their diabolical Coach. The four parts of the first instalment can be on my profile.

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Coach looked around the empty college gymnasium and smiled. In just a couple of hours, this room would be full of a couple of hundred students watching four of his star wrestlers raise money for their trip to the State Meet. It would also be full of gallons of gunge and more pies than he could count.

The previous evening he'd messaged Scott, Alex, Marc and Lucas to let them know to be at the gymnasium by midday. They knew what was going to be happening today after last year's successful fundraiser, they hadn't needed much convincing to take part, despite how messy they'd all got last year. Even Scott, who'd wound up naked, tied to a stake in the middle of the field and completely trashed, had been keen. If anything, he'd been keener than some of the others. Perhaps he was eager to get some revenge.

An hour later, the boys arrived one by one, and Coach sent them to get ready. First to arrive was Marc. The oldest of the four wrestlers, at 22, Marc stood 6ft 3in tall with dark hair and golden skin that evidenced weekends spent at the beach. He was closely followed by Alex who, much like last year, resented having to participate in the fundraiser, since his parents could have afforded to pay for him to go to the State Meet anyway. Alex was 20, tall and blond, and the college's best performing wrestler. Since the previous year he'd worked hard in the gym to bulk up and put on weight and now wrestled in a higher weight category than Marc. Despite this though, the two were still fierce competitors.

Lucas arrived next. Shorter than the other three, his body was still tightly muscled, with bulging biceps, strong pecs and a tightly-honed six pack. The fundraiser last year had been his idea (or at least, that's what Coach was happy to let him think), and he was proud Coach had decided to repeat the event this year. Last to arrive was 20-year-old Scott. Scott had only arrived in Storm Heights shortly before last year's fundraiser, but in the short time he'd been at the college his tall, strong frame and handsome good looks had made him a hit with female and male admirers alike. He was also a skilled wrestler who had rubbed the other three boys up the wrong way with his success.

On entering the locker room, each wrestler found a singlet hanging on the peg assigned to them.

"Fuck man, Coach's done it again," swore Lucas.

"What?" asked Marc, picking up the singlet on his peg.

"He forgot to give us jockstraps to wear under the singlets. And I didn't bring one with me because he said he'd be providing everything we need for each game. I even thought about bringing a few spares after he forgot last year. Dammit."

"Well, I guess there's nothing for it. We'd better get dressed."

When the four wrestlers emerged into the gymnasium ten minutes later, it was to cheers and whistles from the gathered crowd. All four were wearing tight, clinging singlets like those they wrestled in every week, which emphasised every aspects of their impressive physiques, from their powerful shoulders to their peachy bubble butts. They made their way over to where Coach was standing alongside four low stools.

"Welcome everyone, and welcome Alex, Scott, Lucas and Marc. As you've probably realised by your singlets, you're in teams today. Alex and Marc in the blue singlets, you're the blue team, and Lucas and Scott, you'll be the yellow team. Please sit in your teams."

The wrestlers arranged themselves and sat down on the stools while Coach explained the rules of the first game.

"We'll be starting with a trivia game, and we're upping the difficulty right away. You'll have to know the answer to two questions to score the points!

"Here's how it works. I'll ask you a question. Lucas, Alex, if you think your partner knows the answer, buzz in. That's right, you'll be buzzing but your partner will be answering. Then if they get the question right, they'll have the opportunity to answer a true-or-false question get that right and score the point. Understand?"

The wrestlers nodded uncertainly. They understood the rules, but it all seemed a bit easy. And clean.

"Let's bring out the buzzers," Coach shouted.

With that, four members of the soccer team appeared, carrying trays full of big, sloppy cream pies. Marc's jaw dropped.

"That's right boys, the pies are the buzzers. Once you know the answer, you pie your team-mate. First to get pied answers the question."

Marc's jaw dropped even further, but Alex just laughed. All he had to do to win points was pie his rival in the face. He was going to enjoy this.

"Okay, I think we should get started. Remember, when you know the answer, pie your partner to activate your buzzer."

Alex laughed as he picked up the first pie. He looked over at Marc's dejected face and gleefully imagined how he was going to look dripping in pie. And he wasn't going to have to wait much longer to find out. Coach asked the first question.

Alex thought, realised he knew the answer, and he pushed his pie into Marc's face, laughing all the while. The light in front of Marc went on, and Coach called on him to give his answer.

Through bits of pie crust and filling, Marc spluttered his answer. He was right! Alex cheered.

"Well done Marc, now you get a chance to earn a point for your team. It's true or false. But you aren't going to give me your answer by speaking it. See those buckets of gunge there? If you think it's true, pour the green bucket over Alex. If it's false, you pour the red bucket over him."

Alex's jaw dropped. He'd thought he was staying clean in this game. Marc just looked over at him and smirked.

Coach asked the question, and Marc confidently picked up the bucket full of green gunge. Slowly, he upended it over Alex, who had no choice but to sit there and take it as it poured over his head and down his singlet. As the flow came to an end, Coach confirmed that Marc was right, and the team had scored a point.

Before the next question, Coach had an announcement: "Now, Lucas, I should tell you this, and Alex, you better listen up too. Lucas, in the last round, you actually pied Scott first but you didn't do it hard enough. Remember, the buzzers are activated by the base of the pie, so you need to do it really hard in order to set them off."

This wasn't true at all, of course. The buzzers were actually controlled by one of the soccer players, watching from a few yards away, to whom Coach had given clear instructions. Whoever hit first in the first round, he was to light the buzzer of the other competitor. Coach's plan was both to frustrate the boys, and to ensure that all the subsequent pie-ings were hard and forceful. He wanted cream spraying everywhere, and these boys totally messed up.

Wasting no time, he asked the next question. And his gambit paid off. Both Alex and Lucas slammed their pies into their team-mate's face, sending sloppy mess spraying over their bodies and on to the floor.

"Alex, you were actually first this time, so Marc, what's your answer?" But Marc was so stunned by the force of the pie slamming into his face and the cream spraying up his nose, he'd forgotten the answer. He stammered as he wiped cream from his eyes and got it wrong.

"Scott, your chance, what's the answer?"

Scott victoriously shouted the answer and jumped up from his seat. He listened to the Coach's true-or-false question, but realised he didn't know the answer. Still, it was worth a guess he picked up the bucket of bright red gunge and tipped it over Lucas's head. Coach waited until the bucket was fully empty and Lucas was covered in gunge before telling Scott that he was wrong.

"So, after two questions, it's one-nil to Alex and Marc. But Marc, I must warn you, you should know by now that I don't tolerate my boys wiping mess from their faces. I saw you do it then, and if any of you do it again, I'll dock your points, understood?"

All four nodded. Coach grinned to himself. Two questions down and he already had all four wrestlers messy. And with his trick with the buzzers, he knew there was still a lot of mess to come in this first game.

The third question. Despite not knowing the answer, Lucas slammed his pie into Scott's face. He figured Scott might know, and he had to give him the chance to answer if he did. But Scott had no idea. He'd taken a sloppy pie in the face for nothing. His frustration was only eased slightly by the fact that, to his left, Marc was also spitting out bits of pie after failing to give the correct answer.

Question four was an easy one. Both boys slammed their pies into the faces of their team-mate within a split second of each other. It was so close that the soccer player manning the buzzers couldn't tell who'd hit first not that it mattered, since Coach had just told him that in such a case he should give it to the team he most wanted to see get gunged.

The light in front of Alex and Marc went on, and this time Marc gave the right answer. Barely able to see for the pie covering his face, he stood up and went over to the buckets behind Alex, trying not to slip on the pie that by now covered the floor around where the wrestlers were sitting. The Coach's question was another easy one. He grabbed the bucket of green gunge, and poured it over Alex's head. The soccer player smiled, watching the gunge cascade down over Alex, though Alex putting his head down rather spoiled the effect somewhat.

Coach clearly agreed. "Alex," he shouted, "that's not in the spirit of the game. I expect my team to take every bucket of gunge like a man head up, looking ahead. Marc's answer was correct, but because you tried to avoid the gunge, no point for you."

Marc was unhappy with Alex. "Fuck, douchebag, I'm taking these pies in the face for the team, the least you can do is take the gunge properly!" He stomped back to his stool.

Just as frustrated as Marc was Scott he'd taken no fewer than four pies to the face by now, and his team still hadn't got a single point. Still, there were six questions left to go, and the Coach was about to give them the chance to earn some extra points.

"I'm sure you'll all be glad to hear that the next question is worth double points, if you win the buzzer race and then get your true-or-false question right. But to earn double the points means taking double the mess!"

With that, the soccer players brought out two big pies. Whereas the pies the boys had been using up to now were just regular pies, these clearly weren't. They paraded the pies in front of the wrestlers, who got a good look at them they were a grey-green colour, and really thick and slimy. And they smelt, too.

"Fuck dude, you are not putting that in my face," Scott protested to Lucas. "That's really gross."

Without giving them a chance to discuss further, Coach asked the question. Both Lucas and Alex hesitated. The pies were really gross. Did they really want to subject their team-mates to them?

Fuck it, thought Lucas, we're behind. He slammed the pie into Scott's face. Unlike the others which sprayed mess everywhere, this pie just transferred its slimy contents right onto Scott's face. Green-grey slop slid slowly down the jock's face, and spluttering, Scott couldn't wipe it away quickly enough.

Coach laughed. "Scotty, I really hope you know the answer after that!"

Fortunately Scott did and, glaring, he gave the correct answer, then got up and walked over to the buckets. Listening to Coach's true-or-false question, he selected the green bucket and poured it slowly over Lucas's face. He was mad at Lucas and really wanted him to suffer, so he stretched out the pouring of the slimy green gunge as long as he could, and smiled as Lucas, taking heed of the Coach's warning, kept his head up and allowed it to run slowly down his face.

As the flow came to an end, Coach confirmed that Scott was right. Scott jumped in the air. Double points! They were in the lead. But Coach still had something to say.

"Scott, I warned you all about wiping mess off your face, didn't I? And you ignored that, and disobeyed my express instructions. For that, I'm docking those two points you just earned, so the two of you remain on zero."

Scott groaned. But worse was to come. Coach walked over to where Alex was still holding the other pie, which he hadn't even used, not having a clue about the answer and suspecting Marc might not either. He took the pie from Alex's hands and came back over to Scott.

"You've robbed the crowd of the chance to see you messy, and that's what they've paid for, so let's put that right. And this time, I want your hands behind your back."

Scott did as Coach said, and then Coach wasted no time slamming the sloppy pie into Scott's face for a second time. This time, bits did fly everywhere, including over Coach's shorts. But he didn't care. He looked down at the messy jock below him, face covered in that disgusting pie, clearly aching to wipe it away but knowing better.

"Good. Keep those hands by your side Scott. Let's move on to the next question."

To Scott's relief, the next question was back to normal pies, though that relief only lasted as long as it took Coach to ask the question and for Lucas to smash the pie into his waiting face. To his frustration, Lucas had been too slow, so even though Scott knew the answer, he didn't get a chance to give it. He watched as, six feet to his right, Marc picked up the bucket of red gunge and poured it slowly over Alex. Alex held his head up high and took the gunge like a champ, though Scott couldn't help smirking as it engulfed Alex's face and dripped slimily from his nose.

Marc had got the question right, which meant he and Alex now led 2-0. Lucas walked over and picked up the next pie from the table he knew he had to be quicker this time, and really smash it into Scott's face.

Before Coach had even finished asking the question, Lucas swung his arm, landing the creamy, custard-filled pie right in the middle of Scott's face. He knew he'd been first this time, and sat back down on his stool, willing Scott to know the answer. Luckily, Scott did, and he knew the answer to Coach's true-or-false question too. Lucas shuddered as Scott poured the green, slimy gunge over him, determinedly keeping his face up into the stream. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually, it dripped to an end, Coach confirmed they were right, and the score was 2-1.

By now, both Lucas and Alex had really got into the swing of it. The Coach's trick with the buzzer lights had fooled both of them into pie-ing their team-mate as hard as they could, and pie mess was flying everywhere. Both Scott and Marc were completely covered, and the floor around them was treacherous with filling that had sprayed out on impact. One time, when he was carrying over a bucket of green gunge to pour over Alex's head, Marc slipped, fell on his butt in the mess and spilt half the bucket of gunge over himself. The crowd laughed and cheered as the poor jock stumbled to his feet and poured the rest of it over Alex.

After the tenth question, Coach blew his whistle, and declared the game over. Scott had actually answered the next two questions correctly, and the half-bucket of gunge that Marc had poured over Alex's head turned out to be wrong.

"And that means Lucas and Scott are our winners, and they get two points to add to their tournament score. Alex and Marc are our runners-up, and they score one point."

Lucas and Scott cheered as the crowd applauded, while Alex and Marc looked at one another, frustrated.

"Oh, and one more thing before we finish. At the start of this game we had ten buckets of green and ten buckets of red gunge. By the very nature of the game, we've actually only used half of them less than half in fact, since there was one question neither of you knew. So that's eleven buckets of unused gunge. And it would be a shame to let them go to waste, wouldn't it?"

The crowd roared their approval. They didn't want to see any gunge wasted. And the Coach was all too happy to give them what they wanted.

Alex, Marc, for your forfeit for losing, I think you can guess what's going to happen now. Marc, stay sitting on your stool, and Alex, I want you to sit on Marc's lap. You win as a team in this game, and you lose as a team. And you take your forfeit as a team. Lucas, Scott, would you like to do the honours?"

Alex went over and sat himself down on Marc's lap, facing him, his powerful thighs straddling his biggest rival's slimy body. The crowd laughed at the two big jocks in such a cosy position, face-to-face and chest-to-chest, slipping all over one another with all the gunge and mess covering them. Lucas and Scott swaggered over, and picked up a bucket of gunge each.

And for the next two minutes, they and the crowd had a fantastic time, as the two hunky wrestlers were covered, together, in the contents of eleven full buckets of slimy gunge. The two jocks had no choice but to sit there and take it, as gunge cascaded over their heads, down their bodies and pooled in their laps between them. Coach watched from the sidelines, his tanktop and shorts spattered with pie, a huge smile on his face.

By the time their forfeit was over, both boys were almost unrecognisable through the gunge covering their faces and running slowly all down their muscular bodies. They stood up, and more gunge slid to the floor. Finally Coach told them their forfeit was complete and let them go, sending all four jocks waddling off to the locker room to get cleaned up and ready for the next game.

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