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The Gunge Angel Ch. 01

By: cupbearer



My name is Alex. I'm a gunge angel.

Most people don't know what that is. It's a bit of a long story. Basically, I help people who are turned on by people getting messy. It's a strange fetish and a private and embarrassing one, and most people are very shy about owning up to it. All I do is help them to own up to it. Not to cure them of it, if that was even possible, but to help them embrace it. 

It took me a long time to realise that I'm turned on being messy. By 'messy' I mean being covered in gunge, usually some kind of food, preferably sweet, but I have been known to go for savoury food to if a client wants it. I'm not talking about bodily fluids and stuff like that, which is another fetish entirely. I'm talking about the arousal of being completely drenched in gunge, or completely drenching another person in it. 

How I came to realise that I share this fetish is itself a long story and I've written about it elsewhere, but I'll give a short version. I grew up in a largish seaside town near the capital city, and far as I knew I was a regular heterosexual guy. After college I went to work in theatre where I ended up being an occasional performer but mostly a producer. Then, a few years ago, myself and my then-business-partner booked a guy for a festival whose whole act was about gunge. He had two permanent stooges and they were meant to perform with him, but at the last minute they had to cancel, so my partner and I volunteered to stand in for them. We played the stooges in the show, which climaxed with first me, then her, being stripped naked onstage and drenched in gunge. I found the experience curiously exciting, to my surprise, and when afterwards I was showering off with the main guy, who was openly gay, and he admitted that he found me attractive, I was even more surprised to discover that I was turned on by his interest. To cut a long story short, he seduced me, and for nearly two years we lived together with me as his partner in and out of bed. During that time, as part of our relationship, he used to cover me in gunge, photograph the result and post the photos on the internet so we could see what kind of reaction we got. I found it very arousing to have total strangers (usually men) telling me I was sexy and describing in great detail what they'd like to do to me, especially when I had Andy who was eager to actually carry out their suggestions.

Our relationship ran its course and at the end, he symbolically deleted all the pictures from the internet, copied them onto a flash drive and gave them to me, and then secure-deleted them from his own hard drive, giving me back all the pictures. We parted amicably. Although I'd really enjoyed having sex with Andy, I had missed going out with women and he had noticed.

A year or so after my breakup with Andy, I was hanging around the gunge sites on the internet and I noticed the number of people who wanted to get messy with someone but seemed to have nobody to do it with. I had been lucky. I had been in a messy nirvana with a considerate lover who knew how to push all my buttons (except the heterosexual ones) and months of strangers viewing my photos had made me comfortable with the idea that other people had seen my naked body.

I began to get an idea for a service that I could provide.

I wondered if there was a demand out there for a person who would offer an introduction to getting messy that could go as far as the client wanted it to go, within limits of safety, of course. I knew that there were messy models that hired themselves out for gunge sessions but I sensed that some people wanted more. A lot of men wanted to be gunged by a scantily clad girl but some women wanted to gunge a man, and not have to worry too much about how he felt about it. People wanted someone who would perform a bit, not just be self-conscious and giggly about it. They wanted to feel that the other person was really having the experience, not just playing around. 

I read an article about sexual surrogates. It seemed like the kind of approach I should use; someone who would invite someone else into the experience of getting messy, someone too shy or inhibited or uncertain to initiate it, and who would willingly get involved in the experience as far as the other person wanted to go. 

Part of me genuinely wanted to introduce people to the experience. And sure, part of me missed getting messy, and wanted to do it with as wide a variety of people as possible. 

I set about designing a website, and a contract with different levels of terms and conditions. I looked around to see where the really needy, shy people hung out. I went to the gym. I took some more pictures of myself, both clean and messy, clothed and, well, less clothed. I am not a big, strong guy. I'm average height, slightly built and reasonably cute, and besides my teeth and my eyelashes (which I've always been complimented on), my most alluring feature, or so I've been repeatedly told, is my ass, which is rounded and smooth and slightly protruding, like a girl's. I can be reasonably androgynous if I want to be. That was one of the things that attracted Andy to me and it was one of the things that I played up in my advertising, along with my extensive experience of being messy and my warm and friendly presence.

I felt for the people who had never got to be messy. It had been such a great and life-changing experience for me that I really wanted to share it with others. I wanted to offer up my pride and dignity and composure so that they could get off. It didn't seem like too much of a sacrifice to make. 

It hardly needs to be said that I had little idea of what I was letting myself in for.

***

WWW.GUNGEANGEL.COM

Are you curious about getting wet and messy?

Have you ever wanted to gunge someone else, or be gunged yourself, but have never had the nerve to ask anyone?

At gungeangel.com, we provide a one-to-one, personal, intimate space in which you can have the gunge session you've always wanted to try. 

I'm an experienced, former-full-time gunge slave. I offer a bespoke, personal service tailored to your needs. I can be whoever you want me to be, and I give as skilfully and as enthusiastically as I receive. 

Here are our services. All are available to ages 18+:

1. INTRODUCTORY: £xx

I will come to your home, or to a place that you have booked and secured, and I give you an introduction to WAM that involves either mutual or one-way gungeing/pieing. Materials can either be obtained by you in advance, or you can pay me to obtain them myself and bring them along. Special clothing is worn. 

Session duration: 1 hour.

2. BEGINNER: £xx

For those who want to take it a stage further. As above, but outer clothing may be removed up to but not including underwear. No physical contact is allowed beyond gungeing. 

Session duration: 90 minutes.

3. INTERMEDIATE: £xx

As Beginner level, but at the client's discretion, nudity is permitted. (Mutual nudity is not compulsory, i.e. you don't have to undress even if you want me to.) Some limited physical contact is permitted according to our Terms & Conditions (click here for details). 

Session duration: 1-2 hours.

4. CLIENT: £xxx

Our service for trusted clients. I obtain all materials, per your instructions, and you are entitled to demand nudity. A more extensive range of physical contact is permitted according to our Terms & Conditions (click here for details).

5. DELUXE: £xxx

Our top service. Let me be your gungeslave. 

I obtain all materials, per your instructions.

I will dress as per your request (incl. TV) and role-play a scenario mutually agreed in writing in advance.

I will service your physical requirements to the best of my ability and you have intimate physical access to my body, according to the Terms & Conditions (click here for details). 

I am not reasonably allowed to refuse any request made according to the Terms & Conditions. Within those restrictions, you can do what you want with me!

I will also clean up afterwards! 

Duration: 2-3 hours (ex. cleanup).

5. GROUP: £xxx

This is available on a discretionary basis, on all levels: Introductory/Beginner/ Intermediate/Client/Deluxe. 

Price depends on group size. Maximum group six persons. 

Owing to the physically demanding nature of a group session, I do not offer the post-session cleanup. 

Duration: max. 4 hours. 

***

I tried to make clear was that getting messy didn't have to be a sexual thing. It could be pure play. Nobody had to take any clothes off. I built it into the pricing structure that if the client wanted me to take my clothes off, it would cost extra, and if the client wanted to go further than that it would be extra again. I wanted to emphasise the 'play' aspect of the whole thing. I knew that most people who were into getting messy were into the playfulness of it, and I thought that that would be enough to get people interested. I included a questionnaire, asking people what kind of thing they'd like to do; I encouraged them to talk about their fantasies in detail and share them with me, and in the early email exchanges before a session I always responded positively to anyone's description of a fantasy, even when it wasn't something I'd want to do myself. 

I expected to find myself going from place to place, discreetly introducing people to the pleasure of pieing and being pied, and that it would be limited pretty much to that. I had this image of myself as the Pie Doctor – the neatly dressed, friendly, slim young man who would willingly offer his face for someone to throw a first pie at, and then I would move on, my work done. I knew that maybe one or two clients might want more than that, might want me to undress and maybe get a bit more messy than others, and I was quietly excited by the prospect. But I really didn't think that it would amount to much more than me getting a few extra quid for being pied in the face by the occasional stranger.

I was, as it turns out, very very wrong. 

This is the story of how wrong I was. 

***

CLIENT #1: LUKE

Hi Alex,

I'd like to order a session with you. I'm kind of new to this whole wam business so I think I'll just go for the Beginner level for now!

Q.: What kind of wam do you like? 

A.: I like pies and gunge mostly. I get really turned on by the idea of a pie in the face from another guy! I've done some self-wamming at home and I think it's time I tried it with another guy.

Q.: What kind of thing do you think you'd like to do in the session?

A.: I'd like you to take off my outer clothes and pie me in the face several times, and if it's as good as I hope it'll be I'd like you to pie my inside my briefs and maybe take them off - is it possible to get an option on raising the session to a higher level once it's underway? I don't know how into it I'll be on the day itself but in case I am I'd like to have the chance to go a bit further there and then. 

Q.: How did you hear about gungeangel.com?

A.: I saw your photos on GungeTube and followed the link to your site. I love your pics! You have a very sexy body and it looked like you were having a good time. Plus I'd like to see you doing the gunging for a change!


I turned up at Luke's flat on a bright Saturday afternoon. He answered the door in a t-shirt and jeans and smiled at me.

'Hi,' I said, 'I'm Alex.'

'Come in,' he said, smiling. He looked a few years younger than me -- maybe 20 or 21. I felt myself going pink when I realised that Luke was the first person I met who I knew had seen the pictures of me naked and messy on the internet. 

He offered me tea or coffee and I accepted a glass of water. We sat in his kitchen making small talk for a while and then I realised that he seemed a little shy about getting to the point. I waited for a break in the conversation.

'So,' I said, '. . . shall we maybe do this?'

'Yeah,' he said, smiling. 

'Can I borrow your bathroom to get into my clothes?' I asked. He directed me to where it was and I went inside. 

I quickly stripped off my street clothes of boots, socks, chinos, shirt and t-shirt, and then, glancing at myself in the mirror, I pulled down my boxers and folded them with my other clothes. Then, naked, I took out my white briefs and put them on, followed by my neutral grey t-shirt and black jeans. I checked my appearance, but I'd shaved carefully and showered that morning and I looked clean and neat. Then I took my bag and left the bathroom. 

Luke was standing in the hallway wearing a white t-shirt and white boxers, smiling. 

'It's this way,' he said. He led me into a room with plastic sheeting on the floor and draped over the furniture. There was a table with several pies on it, and four buckets of gunge.

'Is it okay?' he said. 'Is that everything you need?'

'This looks great,' I said. I put my bag down and, rather nervously, we stood facing each other, smiling. I reminded myself that I had nothing to be afraid of; I'd been gunged and countless numbers of people had seen the pictures, including Luke himself. He'd seen me naked, messy and humiliated. And this time I didn't even have to go through all that; I'd be doing it to him.

'So we're going to go Beginner level at first, yeah?' I said. 

'Yeah,' he said. 

'So, just to remind you, that means that you keep those clothes on and no physical contact beyond gunging is allowed, okay?'

'Okay,' he nodded, swallowing.

'Come on,' I smiled, 'let's get you messy.'

I made him kneel opposite me and I picked up a pie in one hand.

'So, Luke,' I said, smiling, knowing that in a minute I was going to push this gooey, quivering pie into his cute face, 'why don't you tell me what you want to do with this?'

He looked back at me, trembling slightly. I felt the power that I had and I was inwardly glad at being the first guy he would ever get messy with. 

'You know what,' he said abruptly, 'I've changed my mind.'

I felt my stomach clench, a bit. 

'You don't want to do this?' I said. 

'Well,' he said, and paused.

'It's okay, we don't have to,' I said, putting down the pie, 'but you know that the fee is non-returnable. I mean, I've committed my time to this.'

'I do want to do it,' he said, 'I just think . . . I don't think I want to do what I said we'd do.'

'Okay,' I said, a little confused. Then Luke's eyes gleamed.

'I want an upgrade,' he said. 'I did mention that I'd like one, and you said it'd be okay.'

I thought about this for a moment, and then I nodded. 

'Okay,' I said carefully. 'What kind of upgrade?'

'I'd like to go to Client,' he said, grinning. I paused, feeling myself go pink. It looked like Luke had changed his mind about how messy he wanted me to get.

'You'll need to pay now,' I said.

'That's not a problem,' he said, and held out a wad of cash to me. 

I took it and counted it. It was more than was needed for Client level. I felt my mouth go dry. 

'This is more than you actually owe for Client level,' I pointed out.

'Yeah, I know,' he said. 'I was hoping to earn some extra goodwill.'

I considered. On the one hand I was hardly prepared for whatever Luke wanted to do; on the other, it was ready cash. I didn't need to think too hard.

'Okay,' I said. He smiled. I took the money into the other room and put it in my chinos, then I returned. He was still in white t-shirt and boxer shorts, I was in grey t-shirt and black jeans.

'So,' I said, 'what do you want me to do?'

'Pie me,' he breathed, staring at me. I smiled, picked up the pie and held it up.

'You want me to pie you in the face with this?' I said.

'Yes,' he said. 

'Okay,' I said, and I pushed the pie into Luke's handsome face. He groaned softly. I smeared it in and let it fall slowly off him. He blinked as the gungey pieces of crust fell to the floor. 

'Another one?' I said. 

'Yes,' he moaned.

I took another pie and pied his face once more, then I took a third, pulled open his boxer shorts and, without looking inside, pushed the pie into them. He shook and moaned, giggling. 

'How do I look?' he said.

'Very handsome,' I said, smiling. Maybe this was going to be about Luke being pied after all. Perhaps, for the first time, I really would be in charge. For once, I wouldn't get messy.

'How about if I take this off?' he said, and pulled his gooey, sodden t-shirt over his head and threw it aside. He had a good body, stronger and more ripped than mine, broad-shouldered where I was slender. 

'Then I would do this,' I said, and I turned him around, pulled open the back of his boxers and pied his bare buttocks, without looking at them. He gasped and laughed. I massaged it into his hips through the fabric of his shorts. Luke turned around and wiped his face. Moments ago he had been clean and immaculate; now he was a gooey, messy young man in sodden boxer shorts. He smiled at me.

'My turn,' he said, and before I had time to respond he'd picked up a pie and shoved it in my face. 

I gasped with shock as the cold pie gunge forced itself up my nose, in my mouth and eyes. Then there was another. Then two more on either side. My hearing went muffled and I couldn't see. I shook my head gently and I felt him lifting up my t-shirt. 

It came off over my head and helped wipe much, but not all, of the pie gunge off my face. But sooner could I see and hear again than Luke pied my face one more time. I stumbled and slipped on the pie on the floor, and landed on my bum, spitting and blinking as the thick gungy crust stuck to my face. 

Then I felt him fumbling with my jeans and I started to try to back away, still half-sitting, half-lying. He got them open and dragged them over my hips, down my legs. I felt vulnerable and alarmed. My ankles were tangled in them. I reached up to wipe my face and he yanked my jeans off, so that I was just in my briefs.

When I could see, I looked up. Luke was kneeling over me with a pie in each hand. I shook my head and started to say 'No' when he sandwiched my head between two pies.

I let out a muffled moan, and I felt Luke tugging at the hem of my briefs.
This was it, this was what I'd been hoping might not happen, the consummation that always happened to me whenever I got messy, and which always left me helpless and passive whenever my old master succeeded in dominating me. I squirmed on the floor, feeling my briefs slide down my buttocks, and I rolled over to crawl away when I felt another pie slam into my face. 'MMMMLLL!' I moaned. Then my briefs were pulled down, exposing my bum, and another pie landed on my bare ass.  'MMMUUUIIIHHH!' I whimpered.

I squirmed again, trying to get away, and all that happened was that my briefs were pulled off me as Luke stripped me naked for action. He pied my chest and I felt the pie falling off my face.

'Oh please,' I gasped, looking down at myself, naked before him already, my face hanging with pie gunge, the rest of me mostly clean and pink but totally exposed, the would-be teacher who had become the target. 

'You look gorgeous,' he said, and he pied my naked groin. I gasped with shock as the cold goo forced its way between my thighs and over my lower belly. I stared at him, and he pied my face again. I whimpered softly, and let him push me down so that I lay on my back, and I felt him arranging himself over me - and then he said 'Intimate contact, Alex, yeah?'

'Under the terms,' I mumbled, trembling, almost passive beneath him.

'I've got to do it,' he said, and I felt a gooey, slippery pole of muscle touching my lips.

This was not in the contract. Physical contact was meant to be limited to hands, but Luke had paid extra, and I was not in the mood to protest.

'Oh God,' I gasped as I felt his lips closing over my cock.  I twitched my hips and Luke's penis pushed into my mouth and I sucked him deliriously, eagerly.


The Gunge Angel Ch. 01



We 69'd for a few minutes, me eagerly sucking him, urging him on, and then he pulled out of me and I sprawled naked before him. He pied my face, chest and groin and rolled me over onto my belly. I rubbed my face into the gunge on the floor and squirmed, and then as I had known deep down he wanted to do all along, he mounted my hips and I felt him pushing downwards.

This was emphatically not in the contract. This was forbidden. I couldn't resist him, though. My arse was slippery and his cock was long and narrow. I squirmed again, and then I felt more pies being dumped on my head, and then he gasped as he pushed downwards and I felt Luke's cock part my anus and slide up inside me.

I was just a squirming, messy naked form beneath Luke as he fucked me, holding onto my shoulders for traction and pumping deep in my asshole, and as I lifted my face out of the pile of pie crust and gunge I felt him smearing more onto my face, degrading me to his messy slave as he used my body. I was cumming helplessly onto the floor as Luke brought himself to his climax and then he came inside me, sodomising the gunge angel who had come to the house to give him his first two-person messy experience. It was one that he and I would never forget.

Luke finished squirting his semen into me as I twitched and gasped, blinded, then he pulled out of me and pushed my face into the gunge on the floor. I lay there, prone and nude, breathing heavily, letting him take in the sight of me. 

'That was amazing,' he finally gasped. 'Really, Alex. Fantastic.'

I just lay there. The whole thing was on video anyway - all part of the service I offered. Now me being stripped naked, pied, 69'd and fucked up my bum was also on video. And I had agreed to be paid to let it happen.

Eventually I raised myself up to find that Luke had left the room. He was showering and had left a note. 

I wiped off the worst of the gunge and cautiously made my way to the bathroom. He was under the shower and he smiled at me, inviting me in.

'I've never fucked a guy before,' he said as he washed me down. 'It was amazing. Thanks.'

'You're welcome,' I said. My face was hot; I must have been scarlet with shame and exertion. 

'Do you date guys normally?'

'No,' I said. 'I prefer women usually. But not when I get messy.'

'I wonder what it'd be like to just have sex with you,' he said. 'In bed.'

'Maybe I should think about offering that,' I said, feeling myself smile coyly.

'Maybe you should,' he said, staring at me. 

Then Luke grabbed me and kissed me, our naked bodies tight and wet together, and he pushed me up against the wall of the shower, his hands and fingers reaching down. I gasped as he got me hard, then he turned me around to face the tiled wall and I felt him smearing some gel between my buttocks.

'No,' I gasped, 'Luke, please, I don't...'

'You did just now,' he said.

'Please,' I moaned, 'I don't know...'

'You do know,' he gasped as he pulled my hips back and I felt his cock tip once again pressing between my buttocks.

'Oh please!' I whimpered, almost wanting him to stop, almost wanting him not to. I felt my throat tighten and he was pushing up, taking me, and then he penetrated me again and I gasped a half-sob as he began to fuck me standing up in the shower. 

This time it was too soon and he didn't come for a long time, but to my horror and shame I did, my cock in his fist dribbling out semen as he pistoned into me.  Eventually, to my relief, Luke came a second time and then at last his lust seemed to be satisfied. He washed me down tenderly and wrapped me in a towelling bathrobe.

Ten minutes later, my ass still throbbing, I was damp and clean and dressed, and on my way out the door with £300 in my pocket. I made a mental note to not accept Luke as a client again, not without a more stringent contract.

And yet - some part of me had wanted it, after all. I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to wake up next to Luke. To be at all times vulnerable to his eager, insatiable tongue and hands and cock. 

That night I edited the footage. It was brief, only ten minutes or so. I watched myself go from dressed and clean and calm and certain to messy and naked and moaning underneath Luke as he lay on top of me, his cock pushing in and out of my ass.

Was there any way I could use any of this for marketing purposes?

I decided not. I saved the finished file and sent it to Luke via a one-to-one file sharing website. 

A week later, he booked another session with me. I did not reply. 

CLIENT #2: ERIC

Hello Alex,

Please let me know how I would go about booking a 'session' with you. I am retired (74) and do not see many people and now that I have access to the 'web' I have realised that I am not alone in thinking that getting messy with pies &c. is something enjoyable. This came as a great surprise to me as I thought I was the only one who thought so.

Q.: What kind of wam do you like? 

A.: I have not had a lot of experience with it but I think I would like to try pies and gunge.

Q.: What kind of thing do you think you'd like to do in the session?

A.: I am not very mobile or athletic, I am slowed down with arthritis and I don't think that I would particularly like to be the person who gets mess on them as cleaning myself up would be difficult. Maybe if I were younger but if it is all right with you, I would like to see you get messy and if possible I would like to mess you up myself. 

Q.: How did you hear about gungeangel.com?

A.: Simply from 'surfing' the 'web'. 

Eric lived by himself in a flat that looked like it hadn't changed in thirty years. It turned out that it really hadn't. His wife had died years earlier and he'd left it the way she'd left it. 

He was a tall, soft-spoken elderly man who looked like he might have been handsome once. He had a slightly gruff, distracted manner and I realised, after a while of drinking tea and making small talk, that he was embarrassed. I saw that I had to put him at his ease.

'Eric,' I said during a lull in the conversation, 'do you mind if I say something?'

'What?' he said. 

'There's no need to be embarrassed about any of this,' I said, smiling. 'I'm not.'

'You're younger,' he said. 'You don't want to be indulging an old man who's got silly ideas.'

'They're not silly,' I said. 'This is my job. I help people. I want to help you.'

'Strange way of making a living,' he said.

'Look,' I said, 'I think I was about twelve when I found out that I like doing this. I didn't realise for years that anybody else liked it. What I'm saying is that I'm here for you. If you want to make me get messy, you can.'

He looked away for a moment, then looked up at me with a strange expression. I realised that it was hopeful.

'It's absolutely okay,' I said. 'We both know why I'm here. You've paid the fee. You can do what you like. But if you want us to do this, I'd better start setting up.'

He froze for a moment, then he nodded.

'Yes, yes, you're right of course,' he said. 'Please do.'

I quickly set up the spare room in his flat, moving furniture aside, spreading plastic sheeting on the narrow bed and taping it to the walls, making it into a space where he could get me messy and cleaning up would be swift and total. Then I excused myself, went into the bathroom and changed into my gear: grey tee, black jeans, white briefs. I went out again and found Eric sitting on a chair, staring in a distracted way at all the pies and the two buckets I'd laid out.

'I'm ready if you are,' I said, smiling.

He looked up. 

'Could you take something off first?' he asked. I nodded. 

'Of course.'

'Your shirt and those black trousers,' he said.

I nodded again and quickly took off my outer clothes. Feeling brave and intrepid, I stood before Eric in just my tight white briefs.

'You're a good-looking boy,' he said, barely glancing at me, but for just long enough that I knew he had checked me out.

'Thank you,' I murmured. 

'Would you lie on the bed?' 

'Of course,' I said, and got on the bed, lying on my back. The plastic sheets were cool beneath me. I lay back, feeling how strange it was; here I was, offering myself as a passive target for custard pies to an elderly man who was old enough to be my grandfather. I couldn't help smiling, but I fought to suppress it because I didn't want Eric to think that I was mocking him in any way. 

I lay there for a while, in silence. I could hear sounds in the street; people talking, car stereos, traffic, birdsong. It was a nice day. Most people were taking a Saturday afternoon to hang out, meet friends, do some shopping. And here I was, sequestered in a flat with an elderly man, offering myself to him, giving up my dignity to make him happy.

Eric paced up and down along the end of the bed, looking distracted and preoccupied. I watched him. I looked at the pies and buckets; the room was full of the smell of all the cake batter I'd mixed up to make them. Everything was ready, and yet it was as if he couldn't make a move.

That's when I realised that he wasn't able to feel like he could make a move. He needed me to encourage him along.

'Eric?' I said softly.

'What,' he said gruffly.

'Would it help if I told you what to do?'

There was a long pause as he kept shuffling up and down.

'Maybe,' he grated.

'Would it help if I told you what you're allowed to do?'

He stopped and peered down at me. There I was, a young guy, lying on the spare bed in only a pair of tight white briefs. I smiled up at him, trying to look encouraging.

'Yes,' he said hoarsely.

'Okay,' I said, smiling at him. 'You realise it's okay to pie me?'

'Yes,' he said, staring at me.

'It's okay to pie me as much as you like,' I added. 'You can use all of them on me, if you want.'

'Yes,' he said absently, still staring at me. I held his gaze.

'You can pie my face,' I said. 'You can pie my chest. Any part of me. You can pie me all over. You've paid for this.'

'Yes,' he said, still staring back at me.

'You can ask me to...to touch myself,' I said, feeling myself blush a little. 'You can ask me to take these off,' I added, pointing at my briefs. 'Or you can take them off me yourself, if you want. You can get me totally naked and pie my whole body. You can gunge me too. You can cover me in gunge.'

'I'd like that,' he said wistfully. I felt myself getting hard, and was aware that a noticeable bulge was happening in my briefs.

'You can totally cover me in gunge,' I breathed, 'and then . . .'

I stopped. Eric was staring at me, greedily. Technically he had only paid for the Intermediate level. He was only permitted to strip me, if he wanted, and gunge me, and touch me with his fingers. And yet, something about his hunger as he stared at me made me feel a stab of compassion. I wanted to help him. I wanted to give him something special.

'You can use me,' I whispered. 'If you want to. You can do what you want to me.'

'That's not what we agreed,' he said warily.

'I know,' I said, glad that he understood that I was crossing a boundary, 'but I don't care. I'd like you to feel that you can use me however you want.'

'I'll start,' Eric said, suddenly drawing himself upright and picking up a pie, 'by doing this.' And he walked over to me and planted the pie right in my face.

I moaned quietly as he pushed the pie into my face, the gunge filling my eye sockets and my mouth, which had been open in surprise. 

'Oh god,' I gasped. 'Yes. That's good.'

'You like that?' he said.

'Yes please,' I gulped, swallowing some pie gunge and spitting more out. 'I want more.'

Another pie descended onto my face. I had to blow a hole through the pie crust in order to breathe. 

'Ooohh, yeahh,' I moaned. 'Please. I want more.'

And then Eric went to town on me, planting pie after pie in my face. I barely had time to catch my breath before another sweet, heavy, gooey mass of gunge and crust blanketed my face, folding itself around my head. I had to keep blowing air holes in it to breathe. I think Eric used up nearly every pie I had provided on just my face and head. He buried my face in a mountain of gunge, leaving the rest of me clean.

After a few minutes the barrage stopped, and I gasped for breath, my chest rising and falling.

'How does that feel?' I heard him say. I could hardly hear him. I could only imagine what I looked like, a young man lying on his spared bed, wearing only tight white briefs, my head a thick mass of pie gunge.

I sensed that he wanted to experience this through me. Maybe he didn't really want to touch me. Maybe he wanted me to do it all to myself.

'I can't see,' I murmured.

'I know,' he said.

'I feel very vulnerable right now,' I gasped. 'I'm alone with you here . . . and . . . and you've blinded me. And you've taken away my dignity.'

'How does it feel,' he said, 'to have your dignity taken away?'

'Humiliating,' I said. 

There was a pause. I waited for what seemed a long time. Eventually I cleared some of the gunge off my ears, and I could hear Eric in the next room, pouring himself a glass of water. Then I heard him shuffle back into the room again.

'What are you thinking now?' he said.

'I'm wondering what you want to happen to me next,' I admitted.

'You're wondering what I think of you,' he said. 'A young man who allows a stranger to pay him to come to a flat and be messed up and humiliated. Why would you let anyone do this to you?'

'I . . . I'm not sure,' I admitted. God, it was weird having this conversation, lying there blind and with only my briefs protecting my modesty. 'Maybe . . . I need it too.'

'You must,' he said. 'Otherwise you wouldn't do it.'

'What would you like to happen to me now?' I asked, humbly.

'I'd like to see you . . . touch yourself. Inside your pants.'

I slowly reached down and slid one hand inside my briefs and touched my swollen cock, which responded immediately. I made a little sighing noise as I began to stroke myself. 

'Good,' he said. 

'Ohhh . . . that feels so good,' I moaned.

'Now, stop,' he said.

I froze. I took my hand out and waited.

'Do it again,' he said. 

Once again I slid my hand inside my briefs and touched myself, and made a little sigh of pleasure. And once again, after a moment or so, Eric said 'Stop.'

This went on for what seemed like an unbearable time, with me increasingly desperate to find some release but Eric determined to frustrate me, until after what must have been the fourteenth or fifteenth time, he barked 'Stop!' and I pulled my hands out. I heard him moving towards me and instinctively I raised my hands to protect myself - but then I felt him grab my briefs and yank them down my hips, roughly, stripping me suddenly naked. I gasped 'Aaahhh!' and covered myself momentarily with my hands, then I felt him slide my briefs off my ankles and move away, and I slowly and cautiously relaxed.

Now he had done it. Now I was fully naked. I was breathing rapidly, excited, nervous, tense with anticipation. The gunge was melting slowly, gradually thinning, but it was still in layers on my face and I could see nothing.

'Now,' he said, 'I don't know if you know this, but it's possible for some men to . . . with their, their . . . manhood, to . . .'

I waited, curious as to what exactly he wanted from me.

'It's possible,' he resumed, 'for some men, to . . . to, um, do you see . . . to . . .'

I was silent, tense, my chest rising and falling, feeling how naked and vulnerable I was, feeling how electric the atmosphere was in the room. I wasn't seriously threatened by Eric. He was bigger than me but much older and more frail. I knew that I could get past him if I had to. But whatever he wanted me to do intrigued me, and I wanted to see it through, even if I paid a psychological cost for it.

'Do you know what I mean?' he finally said, exasperated.

'No, I don't, sorry,' I said, quietly.

'Some men,' he said heavily, 'can . . . use their manhood, to . . . um . . . have sex with . . . themselves.'

'Ahhhhhhh,' I said quietly.

So that's what it was.

'I want to see you do that,' I said.

'I've never done that,' I admitted.

'Well, try,' he said.

'I don't know if I can,' I said.

'So you're not going to try?' he said peevishly.

'No, I'll try, I promise,' I said. 'It might take a little time, though.'

'I have time,' he said.

And so, I set about it. I used cream from the gunge on my face to lubricate my ass and cock, and I swivelled my hips as far forward as possible to help me. I sensed that Eric was watching closely. I pulled on my cock until I was almost fully hard, and then I pushed my balls out of the way and directed the tip of my cock down between my thighs, as I'd once seen someone do in a video, until it was at least touching my anus.

After that, it was sheer gymnastics. I kept pulling on my cock to make it longer, trying to compress my hips to make the journey shorter, until I was panting and sweating with the effort, sure that it wasn't going to work; constantly trying to find the right angle to press down so that my cock tip actually parted my anal muscle; knowing that he was watching me, all the time, watching me work hard to commit this act of auto-sodomy, and just when I was sure it wasn't going to work, just when I was hot and sweating and ready to give up, I suddenly felt my muscles shift a little, and I seemed to have an inch or so more give -- and to my astonishment, I felt my cock tip pushing into my own anus, and the sweet, invasive sensation of being buggered was flooding through me along with the urgent tightness of finding a hole to receive my own cock, and the more I went in, the more I could fit in, until I was undeniably, positively fucking myself in my own ass.

I was gasping and moaning 'UNH! UNH! UUNH!' at this point, almost delirious, and barely noticed as Eric pied my face yet again, and again, and then I felt my loins filling up and my cock throbbing as I came, pumping semen into my own rectum and feeling it spill out of me as I squealed 'AAAUUUUHHHH!', muffled by the mounded gunge on my face and head, my sweating naked body squirming and writhing as I violated myself for him.

As I sagged, limply, I felt liquid spurting onto my chest and chin, and realised that Eric had been jerking off over me.

I was limp and spent. My cock slithered out of my ass and felt aching and tight. My bum was sticky and moist. Instinctively I rolled over onto my belly, hiding my face in the mass of gunge and letting Eric see my naked back and arse.

I lay there, his helpless toy. I heard him leave the room and I must have fallen asleep, briefly, because when I woke up the flat was silent. 

I got up, gingerly, wiping my face and head and ass, and I carefully cleaned up the sheeting and turned off the camera before slipping naked to the bathroom and showering. When I was clean, I dressed, packed up my stuff, put my rubbish in black plastic sacks and left the flat. 

It was late afternoon. I dumped the trash in wheely bins and went shopping for my supper. I had the strangest feeling that anyone looking at this neat, nondescript young man could tell that a couple of hours earlier he had been lying naked and gunged on a bed, pushing his cock up his own rear end while under the gaze of an elderly man who was paying him to do it. But of course, nobody gave a hint.

Late that night I got an email from Eric:

'Dear Alex,

Thank you for today's session. It was most refreshing and very educational. I hope we can do it again soon. I appreciate the time you took to make it worthwhile and I admired your commitment.

Yours sincerely,

Eric'

I thought about how he hadn't touched me. He had pied me and stripped me, but apart from that, it had been him telling me what to do. 

I hit 'Reply'.





The Gunge Angel Ch. 01



'Dear Eric,

Thanks for your feedback. I'm glad you enjoyed the session. I did too. I look forward to receiving your next booking.'

I hit 'Send'. Then I checked my new mail, to see if I had any new clients. It turns out that I did.



The Gunge Angel Ch. 02



CLIENT #4: KARL

Hi Alex,

Love your pics! Always wanted to get messy, ideally with a girl but have been curious for a long time abt what it wd be like to get messy with another guy. Haven't found a lot of guys online who I'd like to do it with but your pictures made me feel a bit...you know what! Anyway if you'e up for it I would like to book you for a session.

Q.: What kind of wam do you like? 

A.: Pies, gunge, messy humiliation, usual kind of thing. My fantasy is to be with a bunch of blokes and we're all getting each other messy in a huge pool of gunge, eventually it starts to focus on one guy and we really mess him up and humiliate him big time! I can never decide if I want to be this guy or one of the guys messing him up. ;-P

Q.: What kind of thing do you think you'd like to do in the session?

A.: Pieing, mutual gungeing, like to take it from there, maybe if you fancy it we could have a messy wrestling match? Winner can do whatever he wants to the loser? Gotta warn you though, I play to win :).

Q.: How did you hear about gungeangel.com?

A.: Probably through umd.net. Love the site! Love to see more pics of you being gunged - unless you can get me first ;)

I took Karl on as a client with a certain amount of trepidation. His picture made him look handsome, in a sporty kind of way (although I was determined not to confine myself to clients who I thought were attractive - having said that, I didn't get many offers from unattractive people and most of the ones who did offer never took up the booking, or cancelled at the last minute). But I was afraid he'd be a bit coy or jokey about the whole thing. I didn't want it to be a joke. I wanted it to be something potentially funny, but also serious.

However, the minute he answered the door, my fears melted away, and indeed were replaced by slightly different fears (of a more welcome kind). Karl was about my height but he was more muscular than me and he exuded sex. He had the confidence and the charm that I'd never felt around women; he looked directly at me, and I felt myself blink and blush as I introduced myself. He grinned at me, pumped my hand and invited me in. 

He seemed all energy, almost bouncing from one foot to the other as I formally introduced myself ("Hi - well, as you know, I'm Alex, and I'm your gunge angel for this afternoon, and before we go any further I'd just like to lay out the ground rules for the session, if that's okay"). I spelled out the rules, reminding him of what he'd paid for, and he nodded and grinned. He gave me a Diet Coke to drink, and I noticed that he himself drank Coke Zero.

Then, when we'd made a bit of small talk and relaxed, I said "Okay, so... shall we do this?"

"Definitely," he said. He had an accent I couldn't quite place, northern English, but not whiny like they sometimes are. He leapt up.

"Where d"you wanna do it?" he asked, grinning. I smilingly explained that I had to set up first. He suggested his living room, and after we'd moved some furniture aside I soon spread out my newspapers and plastic sheeting and my pies, and filled my buckets, then I excused myself and went into the bathroom to change into my combat gear of grey tee, black jeans and white briefs.

I emerged to find Karl standing in the living room in a pair of tight white briefs. He smiled, looking a bit sheepish.

"Have I moved too fast?" he said.

"Not at all," I said. "Do you want me to start out equal?"

"No," he said. "Spoils all the fun."

We knelt, facing each other, each of us grinning, two young guys in the same room, feeling the absurdity of all this - and yet there was a definite electricity in the air. Karl was every inch the lady's man, and yet here he was, facing me, a slim and fully clothed young man, obviously the more feminine one, obviously the one who would be the submissive if anything were to happen between us.

"Would you like me to start?" I said.

"Yes," he said softly, more serious now, staring at me, his slightly fleshy lips parted.

"Okay," I said. "I think I'm gonna drop you in the deep end, and just pie you in the face. Okay?"

"Okay," he said.

I lifted a pie. I looked at him. He raised his eyebrows, grinned tightly and looked comically nervous.

I pushed the pie into Karl's face, and as I did so, I could see how he relaxed - the tautness and nerviness went out of him and he gave into the sensation. I heard his grateful moan with a deep sense of satisfaction.

Then I went to town on him, pieing him repeatedly, sandwiching his face, smearing pie over his chest and scalp. He sat, cross-legged, breathing heavily, moaning with pleasure as I did so. 

After ten minutes, Karl was a mess and I saw still clean. Half my pies had gone. I looked him up and down. His face and head were caked with gunge. He was blinded by it.

"Lie back," I murmured, pushing him backwards. Uncomplaining, he lay down on his back and I looked down at his splendid body, his head and shoulders and chest and belly smeared with gunge.

I reached inside his briefs and touched his cock. He gasped. I took it in my fingers and grasped it, feeling it swell, and I pulled on it. Karl quickly got erect and I knelt over him and took him in my mouth.

"Ooooh," he moaned. "Oh, God, Alex, that's fucking... mmm, yeah..."

I sucked on Karl as I caressed his torso and hips, still covered with the briefs, his tight arse clenching as I gave him what must have been the most unexpected blowjob of his life. My own cock was already hard, and I was wondering if there was any way that I might be able to manipulate Karl into offering me his arse; I had never fucked another guy, but the idea of dominating this bigger, stronger, more masculine guy was sweetly arousing.

As my lips and tongue stroked Karl's cock, urging him on, I was caressing his hips ever more boldly, and then I was tugging on his briefs, threatening to remove them, and he wasn't protesting but was moaning louder - and then I was actually pulling them down, stripping Karl nude, and as his pants caught on his cock (I let it out of my mouth long enough for his pants to slide off him) he was squirming and gasping beneath me. Then at last I had got him stark naked beneath me, and was preparing myself to make a move for him.

And that's when he rose up beneath me and started to grapple with me, and I realised that he'd been playing me all along; he was much stronger than me and he soon had me in a grip, he nude and me still clothed but unable to free myself. And he was unbuttoning my jeans.

"Oh no you won't," I gasped, "you're mine, I've got you..."

"No way," he muttered in my ear, "Alex, no fucking way, I've wanted this..."

He got my jeans off my hips and we struggled. He was naked and slippery, and soon I was slippery with his gunge, and then he had a hand free and grabbed a pie and pied me in the face.

I was so stunned that I failed to stop him dragging my jeans off my legs. But then we grappled again, and he was ripping my t-shirt as I gasped and swore. And something about fighting a naked man... I dare you to do it, and keep your honour. Karl was all arms and legs and chest and cock, and my torn t-shirt was ripped off me and I lunged to make a break, but he grabbed a bucket and my head plunged into the bucket instead, and all went dark and cool and sweet-smelling as my head sank up to the neck in cake batter.

I fought to pull my head out, but as I did so, I felt him pulling my briefs down, uncovering my bum and my cock beneath me, and then I was finally naked and blinded. I pulled my head out with a huge gasp of air, and Karl got off me, and I heard him laughing.

That was what broke the tension, in a way; he laughed. I couldn't help it. I began to laugh too, after I'd wiped the gunge out of my face. Here we were, two grown young men, naked and covered in gunge, wrestling... and yet we were playing like small boys. 

We sat there, laughing, and he even grabbed me and flopped on top of me, and we smiled at each other, and then he gave me a playful kiss on the lips.

I stared at him for a moment - and then he slapped a pie into my face.

Then came a hilarious and strangely blessed few minutes in which we were just deliriously pieing each other, trying to get each other as messy as possible, not caring about what it meant or what we were trying to say, just enjoying wrestling and feeling the gunge on our skin. And then it got a bit more strenuous, and we were grappling more seriously, fighting each other for the last pie, and we were each equally determined. 

"I'm fuckin" gonna get you, Alex, I swear," he said. "Not a fuckin" joke. Gonna get you with that."

"No chance," I gasped, with his arm round my throat, so I knew it was a bit of an empty boast. And even as I lunged for it, sure enough, he managed to grab it and push it up into my face, and I groaned with humiliation as I let myself take it. 

Karl's naked, slippery body was on my back and his genitals were pressed up against my buttocks, and he couldn't help himself from jerking his hips into my rear. This was not something he'd paid for. It was more like the reflexive victory move of a dominant animal.

"Oh," I gasped, warningly, "oh..."

"Oh God," he groaned, "I've gotta do it, man."

"No," I whimpered, "I have rules..."

"Please," he gasped, and he was blatantly fucking the crack of my bum with his erect cock, at this point, although that was as far as it had got, and blinded and humiliated as I was to have him mounted on my hips doing this to me, I was finding it dangerously arousing. 

"Oooooh..." was all I managed to moan, but it was all happening so fast. This time I made a conscious decision, and yielded, going limp beneath Karl, and he pushed his hips downwards and the tip of his thick, stiff cock touched my slippery anus.

"AAH! AHH! AHH!!" he gasped as he jerked his hips forwards, and it was more a symbolic gesture on his part than serious coitus, but I felt the very tip of his prick pushing at my all-too-receptive ass, and I couldn't help but make high, girlish moans as he, too, realised that, just for a second, the tip of his cock pushed inside me and he was actually bum-fucking me. He slid out of me and came immediately, his cum squirting over my anus, and before I had even recovered, I felt him getting off me and tugging my arm. I wiped the gunge from my eyes and saw that he was lying next to me, prone, his legs apart.

"Come on, Alex," he urged, "you've gotta."

I got on him and quickly pushed my cock between his muscular buttocks, and as we squirmed on the ground I came too, although I'm pretty sure I didn't do it inside him. And then we were just lying there, breathless, naked, two young guys panting with the extremity of what we'd just done to each other.

Karl was the first to pick himself up, a bit bluff, very blokeish, not at all alluding to the fact that he'd just fucked another guy, and I realised that it wasn't something he wanted to talk about. I matched his tone and pretended it had all been a bit of fun between blokes, and he let me shower first and went after me, rather than shower with me. As he saw me out, he briefly squeezed my hand and gave me a short, passionate kiss on the lips, but that was it. 

I never saw Karl again.

CLIENTS #5 and 6: MAX & ALICE

Hi Alex,

We are Max and Alice and we love your site! We'd really like to have a session with you. We are 22 and 20 and we've been into wam ever since Max showed Alice what it was like and we've always been turned on by the idea of having someone else get messy with us and see where it goes (;-)) but we don't know anyone else who is into it!

Q.: What kind of wam do you like? 

Pies, gunge, shaving foam. Alice loves messy humiliation! We usually start off in underwear and take it off during the session but when we don't, it's only because we started off nude.

Q.: What kind of thing do you think you'd like to do in the session?

We'd really like to just go free form and see where it goes ;-) Max is bicurious (never been with another guy, just curious) and Alice is really into the idea of two guys messing each other. 

Q.: How did you hear about gungeangel.com?

Max heard about it on umd.net and he told Alice about it. 

We really hope you'll say yes to us, we are a fun-loving couple and we don't take this too seriously but we think we can promise you a really good time!

Max and Alice turned out to look exactly as they sounded. Max was skinny and had a beard and was good-looking in a thin-faced kind of way, while Alice was rather larger than Max, a cute, plump redhead with glasses and freckles and a sweet face. They were very pleased to see me and they listened carefully as I explained the rules. We agreed on safe words and then we all went off to change.

I returned in my angel gear to find them in underwear - Max was wearing boxer shorts and Alice a pink bikini that didn't cover her up well at all. Her large boobs were almost spilling out of it. 

We began to play. I slipped almost straight away into the role of the dominator, somebody who'd appointed himself the task of gunging slaves; this was proving popular with clients because they usually liked to turn the tables on me and gunge me worse than I'd done them. I was fully prepared for Max and Alice to go that route and I deliberately decided to provoke them into doing it by gunging first one, then the other, to arouse them as much as possible. 

I cuffed Alice's hands behind her back and turned my attention to Max, first making him kneel, then pieing him several times and reaching around him to slip my hand inside his boxers and jerk him off a bit. Max found this evidently arousing and so did Alice, who was sitting opposite us on a kitchen chair, cuffed, immobilised and panting with lust as she watched me gunge and fondle her man. Then I stripped Max naked and pied him in the crotch, before bending him over and forcing his head into a bucket of cake batter twelve times in succession. When he was completely covered in gunge I made him scoop as much of it as possible off himself and the ground and put it back in the bucket.

Then I cuffed Max to a chair and made him watch as I turned to Alice. 

She sat, giggling at first, and then whimpering a little as I delicately and slowly undid her bikini top, exposing her breasts, and then gently slid down her bikini bottoms, stripping her nude. She protested and blushed delightfully. Max was sitting opposite her, streaked with gunge, his cock stiff in his lap. 

Then I pied Alice in the face, then on the sides and top of her head, and waited for the pies to fall off. When they did she was trembling with lust and panting, and I quickly inverted the bucket of mixed gunge over her head. She gave a muffled squeal and I uncuffed her, and she came forward on her knees and then went on all fours, the bucket still on her head, gunge still dripping out of it, her ample naked body streaked with it. 

On an impulse I uncuffed Max too, and he scrambled over to his girlfriend and got behind her and entered her. Alice started to squeal with delight, but didn't take the bucket off. I watched for a bit, but they seemed to be completely absorbed in each other and were ignoring me. 

I went into the other room and changed back into my street clothes, and when I checked on them, they had refilled the bucket and Alice was on all fours before it, naked. Max inserted her head and then mounted her as he did so, and as she came down the bucket spilled out and her body started to shake and jiggle as he fucked her. Thick, muffled moans came from inside the bucket as Alice ecstatically received her boyfriend's love prong up her moist pussy, as she lay prone and messy with her head in a bucket of gunge.

I let myself out of the flat. That evening I got a rapturous message of thanks from them. They became very good clients, not so much that they booked me very often (they couldn't really afford me) but they introduced me to a lot of their friends. 

CLIENT #7: JAMES & GREG

Hi Alex,

Your site is absolutely yummy and we would love to play with you. We are a couple of fun-loving guys who like to get messy with other good-looking guys and you look perfect. We don't know if you have ever been with a LGBT couple before but we assume that's okay.

Q.: What kind of wam do you like? 

Massive messiness with pies, gunge and humiliation! Plus we like to get very, very naughty in the mess! No savoury stuff but we do get physical.

Q.: What kind of thing do you think you'd like to do in the session?

We'd like you to be our slave! We want the full Deluxe service and we like to get very very naughty! Seriously, if you are thinking of saying yes to us, you should be prepared as we can go on for a long time and we really like to show a guy a good time - you may not be fit for much else afterwards! If we tire you out we can offer you a spare bed, although you're also welcome to share ours if you want. We just can't get enough of looking at those pics of your tight little bum and lovely messy cock and your head covered in gunge! Yes, we do really do want to f*** your brains out... 

Q.: How did you hear about gungeangel.com?

Not a lot goes on in the world of wam without us hearing about it.

Once I'd said yes to James and Greg, they were very enthusiastic but also very determined that I be prepared for our afternoon. We planned the whole thing in some detail, or rather they did, asking what my limits are and constantly wanting me to reassure them that I was okay with a bit of rough play and humiliation. 

I wore old jeans and an old white shirt to the session, taking clean clothes in a bag, and when they buzzed me up to their flat I felt my mouth getting a bit dry. We had talked in advance about the stuff that I usually talked about before the session, so when I knocked on their door and it swung open to reveal an empty hallway, I wasn't too surprised.

I went into their flat and closed the door behind me, and I said "Hello?" as I put my bag down. Then I saw a sign - an arrow drawn on a piece of paper, at the other end of the hall. 

I went over and entered the room. It was their kitchen. 

The first thing I noticed was that the table and chair were pushed against the wall, and the floor covered in plastic sheeting. 

I looked around.

I was grabbed from behind, and a pie was pushed into my face, blinding me. I groaned as I was pulled to the floor.

I understood - James and Greg's fantasy was that they were kidnapping me. I gave in to it and struggled, but not too hard, as they began to tear at my clothes.

I was held down by two sets of arms and I squirmed as they pulled my runners and socks off, then I felt my t-shirt being pulled up.

"Mmmmph!" I squealed under my pie and spat some out. "No! Please!"

"Give in, Alex," said a confident voice. "You know this is happening." Another pie was shoved in my face and my t-shirt was ripped, then another pie smeared across my bare chest. 

"Oh, please..." I mumbled, as strong hands tore my shirt off me. Somebody pulled the waistband of my jeans and squirted what felt like whipped cream inside them, and I screamed from the cold. Then they were dragging me across the floor as I squirmed, blinded and helpless, and I felt the floor change to tiles as we entered a bathroom. I was placed on the tiles and made to kneel, one of them kneeling behind me, and another pie was pushed in my face, then a sandwich - one on each side of my head. I moaned again.

Then hands were wiping the gunge and pie from my head, and before I could see clearly, someone took my face in his hands and kissed me on the lips - tenderly but also firmly, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

I responded with a startled "Mmm!" and reached out with my hands. I touched a male body that appeared to be naked - except that I felt briefs on his hips. He was a little overweight but his skin was smooth. 




The Gunge Angel Ch. 02



Another pair of hands caressed me from behind and I moaned again, warmly. They started to make love to me, one behind, the other in front, kissing me and caressing my bare torso. Then they wiped the gunge out of my eyes and stood up. 

They came around in front of me and looked down at me - two guys in their thirties, one slightly pudgy, the other strong-looking, both of them handsome. The fatter one was smiling at me mischievously.

"Oooh, Alex, you look good enough to eat," he said. "Hi, I'm James."

"I'm Greg," said the other one.

"Hi," I said somewhat breathlessly.

"I can't wait," said James, grinning, and he reached down and slid his briefs down over his hips and stepped out of them. Naked, he walked over to a table and picked up a pie, then he walked towards me. I watched him approach, knowing what was about to happen. 

He pushed the pie delicately but forcefully into my face, and then I felt the tip of his cock pushing through the crust and gunge into my mouth. I sucked him eagerly and he grasped my head, pulling my face into his belly, pushing the gunge into my eyes and nose. I swallowed and almost gagged, but kept sucking.

I felt heavy, cool gunge flowing over the top of my head and over my forehead, and moaned again as Greg gunged me while I was sucking on James" cock. Then I felt Greg behind me, running his hands over my chest as the thick, heavy gunge hung over my head and slowly slid over my chest. His hands went down to the waist of my jeans and he opened them, running his hands inside my briefs, touching my stiff cock. 

James made me suck him off for several more minutes before at last pulling out of me. I gasped for breath, my face cloaked in thick gunge - it smelled like molasses or treacle. Then I felt Greg pulling my jeans down and I lifted my knees to let them off me. They threw my sodden jeans aside, and then I was left alone for a moment. 

I rubbed the gunge out of my eyes and saw that they were both naked, but were now putting their briefs back on. 

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"No," said James, smiling, and he walked over to me carrying two pies, which he proceeded to use to sandwich my head. I gasped and shuddered, and then they pulled me to my feet and lifted my hands over my head. They placed a hook in my hands and put soft but strong cuffs around my wrists, so that I was held up, and then they proceeded to pie my body repeatedly, making sure my face was always covered but also covering every last inch of me. 

I hung there, whimpering slightly as they pied me, telling me how filthy I was and what a messy little slut I was to let them do this to me, and then when I felt hot from the thick coating of pie gunge on my body, I felt fingers take the waistband of my briefs, and finally they were easing them off me, stripping me nude for the supreme humiliation.

At last, my briefs were taken off my feet and I was their naked, dangling messy slut, and sure enough they proceeded to pour icy cold fluid over my cock and ass - I found it later that it was partially thawed ice cream - making me squeal with the cold and also fiercely arousing me. 

Then I felt the shock of being hit by buckets of cold water, and I gasped as over the course of half a dozen buckets, I was washed more or less clean until I was still naked as a jaybird but also soaking wet and shivering.

Then they put their arms around me and went back to kissing and caressing me, until I was gradually warmed up, wet and naked but no longer freezing, and moaning, dying for them to do something else to me.

They let me down and made me go on my hands and knees, whereupon they pied my face and arse simultaneously. Then they poured another couple of buckets of gunge over me as I gasped and whimpered in faint protest, before I felt one of them entering my mouth and the other mounting my bare buttocks. 

I don't know to this day which one of them sodomised me, whether it was James or Greg - I could no longer see and I was so humiliated and aroused that it no longer seemed to matter. I just remember shaking and moaning as I was fucked in my mouth and ass, and then before anyone had a chance to cum, I was laid on my back in the gunge and I felt a pie descend on my face before a pair of thighs enveloped my head and a naked arse descended onto my face.

Even as one of them was sitting on my face and I was tonguing his ass, I felt my hips and legs being lifted and the other one was pushing into my anus. I squirmed and moaned beneath them, their abject victim, as they fucked me into a blissed-out, messy stupor. I had never been so abjectly reduced to a helpless, whimpering piece of meat. I just remember feeling myself about to cum and a mouth descending over my cock and milking me as I made muffled squeals of ecstasy. At the same time, a cock in my mouth was spurting into me and the one up my arse was also jerking fluid deep inside me.

Then there was a long time when I was just lying on my back, helpless and sated as they piled more and more gunge on top of me, before I was finally hauled to my feet and tenderly washed, dried and dressed. 

I won't go into great detail into what happened later. They invited me to eat with them and I did so, and later on that night the wine flowed and James and Greg sweet-talked me into undressing. I was lying on the sofa, naked, dizzy with desire as they kissed and caressed me, but after I'd sucked them each off and they had rolled me onto my belly and were lubing me up in preparation for buggering me, I only just had enough presence of mind to breathlessly ask them, if they didn't mind, I thought I'd better not, because I had to be going.

They were disappointed but understanding. I dressed hastily, gathered my stuff and departed, rather moist and sticky, into the night, after fond hugs from the two of them. I realised that if I hadn't left I could easily have spent the rest of the night and the following day there. I was all too susceptible to their persuasion and I thought that if I hadn't made my excuses and got out, my mouth and asshole would have become their property. I have too much to do to lie about submitting to two charming gay men who wanted nothing more than to fuck me senseless over and over again

CLIENT #8: MARGO

Hello Alex,

I'm Margo and it's a bit embarrassing because I would never have booked you myself, but it's my birthday and my friends are making me do it as a present! I've always been a bit curious about getting messy and we were looking at websites and we all agreed that your service looks great. At least, I would like to give it a try. I hope you agree. I'll confirm this tomorrow (when I'm a bit less drunk!)

Q.: What kind of wam do you like? 

I've never got messy myself but I have to admit that I like looking at other people doing it. I think I'd like to try pies and gunge and shaving foam.

Q.: What kind of thing do you think you'd like to do in the session?

If it's okay I don't think I want to get messy myself - I'd like you to be my slave! I quite fancy messing you up and having my wicked way with you!

Q.: How did you hear about gungeangel.com?

A friend told me about it - she's a friend of someone who'd heard about it.

When Margo answered her door, I was surprised and pleased to find that she was an extremely attractive brunette in her late twenties. She had very long hair that fell down her back almost to her waist, and a slim, firm figure. She was wearing a t-shirt, a pair of tight jeans and cowboy boots. She had narrow dark eyes and a warm smile.

"Hello?" she said tentatively.

"I'm Alex," I said. Margo stared at me for a moment, then covered her mouth and laughed and stood aside to let me in.

"Of course," she said. 'sorry. Hi."

She led me into the kitchen, where she made us coffee. It was a grey, damp Sunday afternoon. Margo had a warm, friendly presence and I felt strangely at ease with her - I couldn't quite figure out why that was, but it was as if we'd known each other for years.

'so," she said, twinkling slightly and crossing her legs, "what exactly do I get for the money?"

"Well," I said, "your friends have paid for the Deluxe service. So that means you get to do pretty much whatever you like, within the terms and conditions. You decide what can and can't go on."

"So I can pie you?" she said.

"Yes," I said. I always found the initial business discussion very helpful. It reassured clients that I was so upfront about what could happen, but it also had an extra edge; here I was, being calm and businesslike, but they knew that later on they had permission to strip me of my dignity and humiliate me in the most dramatic way. "You can pie me, gunge me, dunk my head in a bucket of cake batter."

"Clothes?" she said.

"You don't have to take yours off unless you want to," I said. "It's understood that you have permission to remove mine, or tell me to remove them."

"Completely remove them?" said Margo.

"Yes," I said.

"So I could strip you naked?" she said, cocking an eyebrow and smiling. I felt a pressure in my jeans and blushed slightly.

"You can strip me naked," I said, nodding.

"What else can I do?" she said.

"You have access to my body," I said, "under the terms and conditions agreed."

"Meaning what exactly?" she said.

"Meaning you can touch me wherever you like," I said, "and if you want to penetrate me orally or anally, or stimulate my penis, or have me penetrate you, that's acceptable, as long as precautions are observed regarding safe sex, and if you're going to penetrate me, it has to be with one of the sex toys provided, or with one agreed between us beforehand."

"Okay," she said, smiling. 'so no sneaky whipping out of unauthorised dildos, then."

"No," I said, smiling back, and we both laughed. 

"Okay," she said again. "I'm looking forward to this."

"So am I," I admitted. "But do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Sure," she said.

"I hope you don't think I'm being too forward," I said, "but I mean, you're a very attractive woman. I'm sure you could get any guy to do this with you, if you asked him to."

"Thanks," Margo said, with a grin, "but you'd be surprised. I tend to attract guys who want to... how can I put this? I don't tend to attract submissive guys. Most of the guys I date are pretty alpha-male. They're macho, you know? I've talked to the occasional guy about this kind of thing but only as something else that other people are interested in, and they always find it weird. I think I just wanted to see what it would be like to be with a guy who likes it."

"You've never wanted to be messed up yourself?" I said, smiling.

"Mmmm... not exactly," she said. "Maybe some day. What I really want is to understand it, first. I want to hear what it's like to have it done to you. I'm gonna be asking you how it feels, and I'd like you to be totally honest with me. Is that okay?"

"Of course," I said. 'there's just one more question."

"Go ahead."

"There are two basic approaches you can take," I said. 'there's the sensual approach, when you're doing it to pleasure the other partner."

"Uh-huh," said Margo, nodding.

"And then there's the humiliation approach," I said, "when you're doing it because you get off on seeing your partner humiliated. Consensually, obviously."

"Yeah," said Margo, laughing and blushing, "that's the one I want to try."

"Okay," I said, blushing myself and smiling. "then the only thing that remains is to ask how you want to start?"

"Let me think about that," she said. "Do you need to set up your stuff?"

"Yes," I said. "Take all the time you need."

I went off to the bathroom and changed into my work clothes: the clean white t-shirt, dark jeans and bare feet that I wore as the most neutral possible working gear. I set up the video camera in the living room, then I set about mixing my cake batter and assembling my pies and gunge. 

Forty-five minutes later, we were ready and I re-entered the living room, which was already spread with plastic sheeting. Margo came in, carrying a plain bentwood chair.

"Okay," she said. "I'd like you to sit on this, wearing just your briefs?"

"Okay," I said, smiling at her to reassure her. I pulled my t-shirt over my head, slipped out of my jeans and sat on the chair in just my white briefs. Margo tied my wrists behind me using the towelling belt from a bathrobe. She was still in her t-shirt, jeans and cowboy boots and she'd tied her hair back into a long ponytail. I reflected that she was without doubt the sexiest woman who'd ever wanted to mess me up, and the thought made my tight briefs bulge slightly.

"Okay, Alex," she said, smiling, 'this is it." She walked over to the table and picked up a pie. She glanced down at my crotch.

"You're turned on," she said.

"Yes," I said, blushing.

"Even though this is being videoed?"

"For your personal use," I said.

"Of course," she said. "There's no way that this would ever get back to anyone who knows you, or anything."

"I take a lot of trouble to make sure that doesn't happen," I said.

"Of course you do," said Margo, smiling sweetly. She glanced at the camera, and then back to me.

"I've just realised something," she said. "We've met before."

My blood went cold and the hairs on my skin stood up. I felt myself going pale. But I looked up at Margo's face, and suddenly I realised that it was true.

"P1," she said. "Hmm, twenty... twenty-five years ago? I was Margo Cannon back then."

"Yes," I said, dry-mouthed, and I realised with mounting horror that this humiliation was going to have an edge beyond the usual. To be messed up by an attractive woman was one thing, but one who'd known me for years... 

"You were very cute back then," she said. "I always liked you. I remember I threw up in the playground one day and I was so humiliated."

"We don't have to do this," I said desperately, uneasy at being in just my tight briefs with this young woman who I'd known as a child, sat next to, borrowed pencils from.

"Oh, I'm definitely doing it now," said Margo, and she pushed the pie into my face.

I moaned, deeply, as I felt the pie envelop my face. How many pies had I taken in my time? Had they ever been as profoundly humiliating as this?

"That looks lovely," she said. "Tell me, Alex, when did you realise that you liked being messed up?"

"Oh god," I muttered, shaking my head slightly to dislodge the pie hanging in my face. "Years ago."

"Really? As far back as when you were in P1, maybe?"

"Yes," I admitted. The pie fell off my face and I blinked up at Margo, who was standing before me, sexy and immaculate in her t-shirt and jeans and cowboy boots. 

"So even then," she murmured, "you were getting excited by the thought of being naked and covered in goo?"

"Yes, I was," I said quietly.

Margo went over to the table, got another pie and slapped it into my face, rubbing it well in. I gasped and moaned. 

"I suppose you must have hidden it from everyone," she said. "Your family. Your friends. Must be tricky to do that in secret. Time-consuming, too, I would imagine."

I nodded, feeling the pie hanging heavy over my face. It fell off and splattered into my lap.

"But then you must have met other people who liked it, right?" said Margo conversationally. "The internet is great for that. That's how I hooked up with you again, isn't it, Alex?"

I nodded again. Margo took my head and tilted it upwards. I blinked but couldn't really see. Cold, sweet-smelling gunge poured in a thick flow over my forehead, eyes and nose and mouth and all over my head. I gasped as it slid over my bare stomach and pooled in my lap.

"How does that feel?" she asked.

"Oh god," I gasped. 'this is bad. I feel so..."

"Messy?"

"Yes," I whimpered.

"Are you humiliated yet?"

I gasped again and squirmed. Then I felt much thicker, stickier gunge pouring over my forehead - it was the treacle I'd emptied into a gallon jug. I shivered and squirmed and gasped with shame as it poured over my head and hung in long gobs from my face, filling my eye sockets and sticking my eyes shut.

"Oh my," said Margo. "You look absolutely filthy, Alex. I would be so ashamed right now to know that someone who knew me from before was doing this to me."

"Oh Jesus," I moaned, shivering with shame and cold.

"Stand up," Margo said, and she guided me to my feet. I stood, blinded and filthy, my body dripping gunge and treacle down to the floor, gobs of pie goop spattering onto my bare feet.

"But this isn't really humiliating enough," said Margo. "Let's see. You're a young guy, I'm a young woman, you'd probably fancy me if you saw me in the street but I think you'd be pretty humiliated if I covered you in gunge and also... let's see... stripped you naked?"

"Oh please, no," I gasped, instinctively bending my body slightly, trying to hide myself, even though I was in only briefs and my hands were tied behind my back. I felt Margo's hands touch the waist of my briefs. "No," I urged her. "Please, don't. Please don't take them off me."

"I've paid for this, Alex," she said. "It's totally my right. I'm sorry, but you accepted payment to let me humiliate you and this is in the contract."

She slowly slid them down, uncovering my ass behind me and then dragging them further as I squirmed and twisted a little, until finally my cock sprang free and the sticky, sodden briefs slid down my legs to the pool of gunge on the floor. 

I gasped and whimpered, trying to turn away from the camera, knowing that no matter how I turned I was now a naked young man and Margo was clean, fully clothed and doing this to me. I felt her take the briefs away and I heard them splat to the floor some distance away. 

"Stand up straight and keep still," she said sharply, and I obeyed, trembling.

"Look straight ahead," she added. 

"I can't see," I moaned.

"Just face forward. Lift your face up a little."

"Ooooh noooo," I moaned as I felt the cascade of gunge flow onto the top of my head and roll down my face and sluice down my naked body, dripping off my penis and balls.

"How do you feel now?" she said softly. "What am I doing?"

"Ohhh god," I gasped, "I'm naked and helpless and you're gunging me..."

"Yes," she said, "and there's nothing you can do, is there? This is what I'm paying you to let me do to you. If you don't let me do this, I get my money back, isn't that right?"

"Yes," I breathed, feeling the last of the gunge drip onto my upturned face.

"But you want the money, so you're going to let me do this. Right, Alex?"

"Oh god," I gasped. "I suppose so. Yes."

"Good," Margo said, "because I have to say, I'm really enjoying this."

There was a pause, then a pie hit me in the groin, so cold that I gasped with shock - which was a mistake because a second hit me in the face, and I got a mouthful of cream which I had to dribble out as I made a muffled moan. Then a third and fourth pie slammed onto each side of my head, and a last one on top.

I stood, naked and quivering, a young man with his hands bound behind him, his head engulfed in pies, and I felt the one on my groin fall off. The ones on my head didn't. I had to breathe out heavily and blow to make an air hole.

There was a long pause, during which I dimly heard Margo walking around me and talking, presumably to the camera, but I could barely hear her and couldn't see a thing. I was just abject and helpless, resigned to letting her do this to me, knowing I had walked right into it and I had nobody to blame but myself.

Finally I felt Margo's slim hands clearing the gunge off my head and she untied my wrists and got me to go down on all fours. I waited like that, trembling, cold, messy and sticky, as she gathered up a lot of the gunge in a bucket. Then she knelt next to me, a pie in each hand.

"It's amazing," she said to the camera, "but we've used nearly everything up. The session is almost finished. I could have gone on a lot longer. So could you, couldn't you, Alex?"




The Gunge Angel Ch. 02



I squinted at the camera through the sticky film of gunge and treacle that clung to my eyelashes and nodded from where I knelt on all fours, nude and obedient, Margo's gunge slave.

"But we can have a little more fun, I think," she said. "First, this, to top you off."

As I knew she would, she pied my face and arse simultaneously, rubbing it in, and I moaned. Then, when the pies were well rubbed in, she took her hand away. I gasped for air and blinked and saw her bringing the bucket of brimming gunge up to just in front of me.

"Now, Alex," she said, "I want you to stick your head in that bucket and keep it in as long as you can. If you need air, come out and get some, but then go in again. I want you to keep your head in that bucket for as long as possible.

I nodded, knelt before the bucket, took a few deep breaths - and plunged my head in, down to the bottom.

The thick gunge overflowed as my head went in down to the base of my neck, and I immediately felt the toe of Margo's cowboy boot pushing between my slippery, bare buttocks, and the sheet humiliation of it made me hard. I whimpered in the bucket but I had plenty of air. Margo's boot toe pushed harder, parting my buttocks and pushing my hips forward, and I pushed them back, parting my arse cheeks further until I couldn't any more and her toe was pressing at my tight anus. I pushed with my arms and managed to drag my head out of the bucket and gasped "Oh, god, please, no! Please!" before shoving my head back in again.

Margo implacably pushed further, the pointed toe of her leather cowboy boot pressing at my asshole, and I felt myself slide forward and land on my belly in the muck, as I grabbed at the bucket and pulled it forward so that it tipped over and discharged half its remaining contents over my neck and shoulders. I sprawled, face down, nude in the gunge as Margo worked at my anus with her boot toe, insistent, and I kept my face deep in the muck of the bucket, only raising it out to moan "No! Please!" and then burying it again to make muffled, incoherent moans.

I knew that Margo was videoing it all, how she'd gunged me, stripped me naked, humiliated me further and now was forcing me to lie on my belly in the gunge with my head in a bucket and moan as she forcibly almost-sodomised me with the toe of her boot. I was squirming slowly and helplessly and gasping with the ache of her broad boot toe pushing at my asshole. 

Then her toe receded and I raised my head in the bucket and gave a muffled whimper of protest, but then I felt her descending onto my knees, kneeling, and then I felt the sweet, slick pressure of a butt plug forcing open my anus and I buried my face in the muck and gave a muffled, bubbling scream as Margo penetrated my ass and began to butt-fuck me, she crouching fully-clothed on my naked thighs and making her man a helpless, filthy, squirming messy slut.

"This is the ultimate thrill, isn't it, Alex?" she murmured. "To have a woman fuck you like a girl? You certainly seem more like a girl than a boy. I can't believe you gave up your tight little cunt so easily. Can you feel me in there? Can you feel me in your cunt?"

My hips were bucking as Margo pumped me, and I was cumming helplessly and uselessly into the muck beneath me. I felt Margo rise up slightly and I heard her rapid, harsh breathing, and then there was just the slow pumping of the plug in my rectum and the feel of the gunge on my naked skin and the sweet, silent darkness of the muck enveloping my face.

Margo's body tensed, for a long moment, and then relaxed, then she got off me and I felt her standing up. 

I lay for a long moment, then very slowly I pulled my head out of the bucket and I felt my arse expelling the butt plug. I rolled onto my back and looked up, wiping my face. 

Margo was standing over me, looking down, smiling, looking flushed and a little sweaty, wiping her hand with a tissue.

"I had to finish there myself," she said, blushed and laughed. "That was soooo hot."

I smiled, blinking, and Margo handed me more tissue. I wiped my face.

"That's about as intense as it's ever been," I admitted.

She walked over and turned off the camera, and I got to my somewhat unsteady feet. 

Part of the deal was that she was allowed to wash me shower, and she did so, until at last, clean, wet, pink and naked, I accepted the towel she gave me. 

As I got dressed and then swiftly cleaned everything up - basically a matter of balling it all up in the plastic sheeting and consigning it to a rubbish sack, plus washing the buckets - I began to feel more myself and less genuinely humiliated, until we sat down again with a cup of tea, almost as if nothing had happened.

"I feel a bit bad about saying I recognised you," she said.

"It's okay," I shrugged. "I suppose it was inevitable. I hope it made it more fun for you."

"Oh god yeah," she said, her eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. "It was awesome to have that much power over someone. I think I"ll be calling you back."

"Well," I said, "now you know my secrets," and I felt my face blushing crimson.

"You're cute when you blush," she said, smiling. 'seriously, it was really fun. I hope I didn't hurt you."

"No," I said truthfully. 'the boot was inspired."

"They may never recover," said Margo, inspecting her boots, which I now noticed were quite old. She too had changed into clean clothes.

"Do you think you'd ever be on the receiving end?" I asked. Margo considered.

"Hmmm... what, let you strip me buck naked and then cover me in gunge and fuck me up my arse?" She raised a sceptical eyebrow.

"You never know until you try," I said, holding her gaze. She stared back at me for a moment, then blushed and covered her mouth.

"Oh god," she laughed. "You know what, maybe some day I'll try it. Maybe. I suppose I should really know what it's like if I'm going to start doing it on a regular basis."

We laughed.