This video is some POV and some static camera full audio video shots of the goonimal covering himself in creamy mud naked and running around some of his newly claimed, yet short lived, territory at an abandoned parking garage site. He cums once. He then makes his way to a field and parks his car just to show off his gross body and spread it so it dries more evenly on his way home. At that point he'd become something else entirely; completely covered in constricting controlling muck. He tries in vain to remember how to navigate home to the shower before the slop takes over again and requires another load. But the feeling of it clinging to his skin, the spots that remained sticky, and finally the sight of himself in the mirror all threw his conscious panicking mind back into the void and brought forward the wet mud covered boy we get to see cum a second time at the end. You lucky fuckers.

There is no music in case you anti-music activist hoes need to know. love you.

There was a pond on site that kept filling and draining which made the bottom a smooth creamy silty 300 square foot bog. It was too cold to sink into naked and not private enough anyway as it was on the other side of the property and by the road. Its the first place that came to mind when the goonimal got some sexy news. He harvested some goopy mud, went to the garage, stripped naked and smeared that thick silt all over himself. He lost his mind again. He had to make content just at the very sound of how much his man meat is earning him. Then I told him how big pay day is going to be from all the crazy fucking content he's been dishing out. It was as if the news of how much he's worth to you generous cult followers was payment enough. And now, we've finally come to the point where our gooner is conscious of the fact that flopping his sloppy cock around = money. He's associating slimy humiliation with money and my spinning clay pot is becoming a beautiful disgusting monster more and more every day.

He heard about his check. Stripped naked, and went to an abandoned project that he didn't work on but only knew of. The funds ran out because of the pandemic and no one wanted it so it say vacant... perfect for some naked muddy gooner fun. The only person for miles was his buddy that had to drive him to the site in a cement truck. You can hear him in the background backing away from the site at one point. The privacy really pushed him to goon hard as fuck. He felt like a god. He felt like an animal. He felt like the fucking king of this fucking town. You can tell he isn't giving in all the way--losing control like in the swamp but every sloppy escapade, every dollar of filthy revenue, gets his 9 in schlong that much harder for that much longer for that many more gooey ropes of nut shooting out over and over and over and over over and over.

Pity that about a week later they scrapped everything and took as much of the structure down as they could use.