Clayboss Destroys Merlin

Poor Merlin. Poor, lucky Merlin. Dressed head to toe in shiny black rubber and locked helpless in the stocks, Mucky Merlin can't go anywhere. Can't dodge. Can't run. All he can do is take it. And Clayboss is back to make sure he takes all of it. Bucketload after bucketload of thick green gunge blasted over Merlin, sliding down the rubber, dripping off his face, pooling wherever he's trapped. There's nowhere for it to go and nowhere for him to go. Every drop lands on him. Then comes the pie. A proper face-pieing, straight into him, cream smeared across his cheeks while Clayboss keeps the green gunge coming. Relentless. No mercy. Just one lad in rubber, locked in the stocks, being absolutely annihilated by the mess master himself. Rubber. Pies. Gunge. Clayboss. One very messy Merlin. Helpless never looked this good.