The Extra

Suddenly the music stopped, the lights still flashed, but there was silence. The half full dancefloor, packed in at one end continued to dance unchanged and unfazed while our spy casually walked into the dancing throng, through and out towards the private areas for the 4th time. "Cut" a voice called . as all the lights came up
"I'm bored" said Jack
"Yea, but we're getting paid, and its kind of fun. Got nothing else to do anyway" Alex countered to an agreeing nod.
"If you need the toilet, I'll advise you to go now, but remember exactly where you were standing when you get back please." barked Jenn the assistant director climbing onto the stage. "The next set of sequences are for a gameshow here on the stage to depict just how debauched and uncaring the club is supposed to be. We're going to use extras as contestants for a bit of realism, these additional parts will be humiliating, and possible nudity so they're bonus paid. 3 volunteers please...anyone?...anyone?"
"Do it!" Alex ordered Jack.
"Cunt!" Jack stabbed back as he reluctantly put up his hand. Since about 14 they had an unwritten agreement that if either were dared by the other to take an opportunity they must do it.
Jenn looked over at the director who nodded, and kind of twitched his head. "OK, you, and what about your friend?"
"Do it" Jack ordered with a grin. Alex swore, then nodded and followed Jack onto the stage, followed by a third volunteered.
Jenn took them through contract adendams and extra pay, and the possibility of return work for the rest of the week for a "where's Wally" element to the film if all went well which they all agreed.
"You're background to the real action upstairs except for the start and end, you just have to do what you're told and take whats dished out at you. The overall scene is many parts with multiple cut aways, so the game will make no sense what so ever to you, but the audience will see enough snapshots to make a game up in their minds Ok?" Jenny explained " you'll get a shower at the end.right?.. Oh and who's OK with nudity?"
"Do it!" Jack blurted out first.
"Bastard!" Alex muttered I'll do it.." he sighed raising his hand.
"Great, you may not want your parents to see this film then." she grinned. "Oh Dave you look amazing!" she gushed at the huge shit-house of a drag queen "Just here then" as she positioned him into place and went about explaining how they'll act the show convincingly in total silence.
"Reset for the game!" the disembodied voice called. As cameras rolled across the dancefloor l. "action"
"So here are our lovely contestants, and remember boys theres only one winner in this.me!"
The camera pans away from the stage to see our spy with some device scanning doors to find the thing of whatever previously stolen by the baddy...as usual, when he's discovered and dragged to see the boss upstairs. "Cut, that was great. Lets get the upstars scenes with gameshow in mid flow. Dough the black haired lad first and we'll play it from there.



Alex grinned broadly as Jack was pulled over to one side and handfuls of thick dough mix was liberally smeared and rubbed into his immaculately cut hair. One of the hands kept rubbing it into the shawn brush up the back of his head then round and through the thick top. The whole feeling was slightly beyond therapeutic leading him to check himself for erection. He saw Alex, going from amusement and devilish to just transfixed. It wasn't himself he needed to check for an erection it was Alex, with quite a tent going on. Hoping the hard-on will make it into the film he chose not to draw attention to it and looked away.
"So, in the next scene, you, er. Jack(?) will be on your knees in front of Alex, and he's basically going to be spraying this stuff onto your head while the audience cheers etc.."
"Whats the point of this? I mean how do we know then the point is won...or whatever"?
"No idea" Jen snapped "no one does, just be a good chap and take it, you're not allergic to ketchup, mustard or..treacle are you?" craning her head to see what was on the table. Not waiting for an answer, "OK on your knees, Alex, love, grab some bottles"
"Yea, on your knees fucker!" Alex grinned down.
"Action!" With Ketchup in one hand and mayo in the other Alex squirted as hard as he could knowing he may never get this chance again. The slop first dug a well into the thick dough in Jack's hair then overflowed and gushed down over his face and the back of his head. "Cut. reset back to Frame 4!"
With that a number of hands appeared with towels and started mopping up the mess, while a couple of others led Jack to the front of the stage, photographed him then stripped him to his boxers and set to work wiping the mess off his hair, smearing it off with the towels.
This may not be a real gameshow or audience, but they were still real people, and they were all staring while he was pulled about like a toy, being cleaned like a dog. Thankfully wardrobe reappeared and gave him an identical replacement outfit..
"How many of these have you got?" he questioned
"Shit-loads, good luck mate!" came the reply as the bloke dashed off
Jack re-clothed and repositioned, Alex looked back down and couldn't help himself reaching out to brush his mate's once shiny black hair with his knuckles. It was now light grey, smeared totally flat and forward, but longer than Alex had realised, now jutting out in front of his face like a cross between a table top and a baseball cap. His hand was brushed aside as the crew reappeared to re-cake Jack's head with more dough matching the many photos from earlier.
Jack looked up with a mortified look of humiliation, Alex just raised his eyebrows and and gently shook the bottles in his hands tauntingly.
"Jenn, I want more mess on stage, get the guy on the right to fetch and dump on the one with the bottles." Jack looked up at Alex with a glint of satisfaction as Alex's grin dropped.
" Places.Action"
Alex really opened up this time, squeezing the bottles twice as hard to make up for his own messy discomfort. As he squeezed condiments on Jack he could feel thick gunk being poured over his own head trickling down his back, as he reached for the treacle a couple of eggs were smashed onto his head and rubbed in, he reached down and rubbed Jack's hair, it was totally thick between his fingers, quickly he moved to grab some more bottles as more gunge was dumped onto his own head, his carefully tousled mousy hair was now stuck down like a crash helmet.
Upstairs in the film's foreground the spy and baddy were in the familiar face-off across a table, the boys in the background getting trashed. Thankfully this was a toungh-in-cheek movie so the excruciating spy cliches could all be excused.
Cut after re-take the boys dutifully stood on stage for about 40 minutes pouring and receiving gunge over their heads, clean ups and resets and gallons of gunk. "OK lads, that was great." Jenn addressed the 3 boys, one of whom was still immaculately clean. "After a bunch of cut aways and scuffles in the foreground they'll come back to the game which will have progressed in the timeline so Jack, strip to your boxers please" Jenn continued as Alex let out a little whoop to help humiliate him. "Alex, this is for you" A set of stocks was placed into the middle of the stage, head and arms in please." Jenn then went to discuss something with Jack and mystery boy.
"Places everyone" came the voice. "Action"
A camera swooped in past Jack, on his hands and knees with a the clean boy slowly pouring a bucket of gunge onto his head, and settled square on to Alex in the stocks. With a flourish, the compare stepped round behind and smartly yanked Alex's trousers and pants down to a cheer from the crowd.
"Cut! Good!! set up for Frame 12"
"Sorry Alex" Said Jenn "we needed a realistic surprise look, and nudity was in your contract"
"But I'm naked!" he thought, looking out at the now eagerly engaged audience.
As Jenn spoke, a couple of the crew released Alex and shuffled him to the front of the stage while he desperately tried to cover his cock with his hands, still shocked, he half reached down to pull up his trousers just as someone appeared help him step out of them. .
A couple of the crew positioned his arms outstretched on either side for speedier access, this was shocking to Alex, now he felt totally exposed, vulnerable and EXPOSED to everyone! These guys were smearing thick mess onto his chest, while a couple of others were 'drying' his hair with handfuls of flour before smearing thick dollops of porridgy semolina stuff over his head. He tried not to look up, he knew everyone without a task was staring at him.
"Sorry mate" a gentle voice said as the lad started smearing gunk onto Alex's inner thigh and cock. Alex swallowed hard at the indignity.
"Places please"
Alex was assisted back to the stocks and shut in, with Jack and the other lad flanking him both sides.
"Can we reduce the body mess please"
Apologising again, the same lad scurried on with a towel and started gently wiping some of the slop off of Alex's cock, inner thighs, back and arse. All the time Jack was rolling a shelled egg around Alex's, forehead, face and mouth whispering "this one's for you mate...through all that gunk, you're going to feel this 1 egg and I'll make sure every part of it coats your entire head"

"Action!"

Back to the face-off upstairs and the spy' s situation is deteriorating when they're startled by the audience loudly yelling "SHRED SHRED SHRED" both characters look round at the stage giving our spy his escape opportunity.
The focus switches to the stage where a Naked boy in stocks flanked by 2 others destroying him with gallons of sticky mess looks on as his clothes are being fed into a shredder by an enormous drag queen. A full fight scene takes place upstairs cutting quickly between blows, egg smashes, kicks, shredder action, falls, and comedy cock wobbles. Background or foreground, the boys were in the whole sequence.,
At this point he'd forgotten that these weren't his real clothes, he could feel that special egg Jack had massaged into his hair, he could see all the gallons of of other gloop falling off his head, jack massaging stuff into his arse, the humiliation, the helplessness, it all felt so real, the whole thing was so real for him he just closed his eyes and got totally lost in the moment.
"Cut! CUT! We're doing a 15 rated film, not a porno, can we lose the erection please!?"
A silence fell as an eggshell dropped off Alex's head and clunked loudly on the floor. Alex felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck, those not stuck down with flour and egg paste anyway.. He glimpsed down to see he was now fully erect. He glanced out at audience hoping they were looking away ant talking, they were all fixated on his cock once again. He closed his eyes in horror. Jack gave his neck a reassuring squeeze, but then to cap it all, pushed Alex's cock down so it pinged up to a huge cheer from the rest of the cast and crew. Alex felt his face sear red with embarrassment.

"Take 15 everyone" and they all filed out to the catering truck for coffees.
A couple of continuity guys quickly took pics of Alex and the boys as usual, unintentionally including Alex's hard-on before letting him out. "Sorry Mate, a gown or towel will smear you, so no covering it'll look weird in the next shots."

He stood up in front of Jenn and the remaining crew cock fully protruding. He tried to cover it, but it just poked out the side of his hand "Its out now love, you may as well flaunt it and have tea!" she said, to a loud scoff from Jack
"Go have a wank" Jack said
"No!! They'll all know, and the next stop will be because cum is still dripping, Fuck! Shit! Fuckety Fuuuuuuck!!" he removed his hands and let his cock spring out in front on full show, and looked down at it in disbelief..
"come on" said Jack "tea time" and trotted out to the catering truck with Alex bobbing along behind.

Coffee break was a long crushing ordeal. People chatted to him pretending that his cock wasn't rock hard in front of them while others curiously felt his solidifying hair, or just rubbed their fingers in it making 'ewww' noises to him, passing as some kind of awkward conversation. The group around the 2 messy boys was growing all the time. Which only exaggerated the normality that Alex felt he was abnormally inhabiting. Jack made a constant point of accidentally brushing against the hardon with his hand or body or knocking it and apologising so he could draw more attention to it..

"Stop it, I don't know what's wrong with it, it's just stuck there" Alex whispered, looking straight at the thick mess in Jack's hair, causing another mini resurgence of blood to bob his cock up a couple more notches.
"Oh Alex... he told me to say good bye, by the way" Jack said solemnly.
"Who?" Alex responded concerned.
"Your dignity as it slammed the door" Jack laughed accompanied by the others, giving his mates cock another friendly tap.
"Fucker! Let's see them towel this off!" smearing a huge dollop of gunk off his head and across the bulge in Jack's cleanish briefs before running off.
It took almost the full break before Alex's cock had returned to a sensible state, and despite the no-towel thing, he still needed to be re-touched, as they called it, before shooting restarted. Thankfully so too did Jack, requiring a change of briefs too.
"Action"
"SHRED, SHRED, SHRED" and the clothes were gone..again
"And as our lucky Loserest loser you get to go home empty handed" the compare announced, pushing the 2 other boys away from their hair mashing tasks and letting Alex out. Strangely, standing upright again in front of all these people, and without the stocks as 'clothing', made him feel freshly naked all over again with a fresh wave of humiliation.
"Cut!",
"SHRED Shred"....
"Cut".....
"Shred" With each take needing a re-set of some kind Alex was getting used to standing in a paddling pool at the front of the stage, naked, arms outstretched while the continuity boys towelled him off and regunked him, always apologising before wiping his cock down or smearing it according to the many pics of him on their ipads.
Eventually after a couple of hours they were onto the night end scenes where the boys had to return to the dance floor to dance, drink, lounge etc, with the relevant scenes edited in or out, obviously both boys fully messed up, and Alex naked in all these scenes. Some scenes containing spy action,, some not.
Finally "Cut, thats it for today"
As everyone made to leave Alex and Jack just stood there, not sure what had really happened, but feeling odd that no one was re-touching their drying gunge. Both boys still fully caked in gunge and starting to go crispy, Alex was now so comfortable being naked in front of so many people he ignored the dressing gown offered to him and instinctively reached for his cock and twiddled and squeezed it, while his other hand reached up and played with the setting mess in his and Jack's hair.
"You boys were great, well done" Jenn said as she joined them, "Alex we would like you to return for a few more days, you'll be in the background for a number of shots around London to make the Where's Wally thing, 5 days will do it."
"Sure!" He said "How do I get spotted in each scene? Do I get a stripey jumper and hat?"
"Oh no," she laughed "No they're all post club scenes, so you'll be just like this in them all." Looking at his messy cock and up to his trashed hair "Each day the continuity boys will cake you on arrival and you can take your place in scenes when required throughout that day. London Bridge tomorrow," As she whisked away without waiting for an answer from the now semi-erect Alex.

Great script - who do we have to act this scene out?

thanks. I'd love to work on a messy film set that spreads over multiple days and locations. Needing the cast to get 're messed each day