Jake followed the leather-clad Tony out of the tiny changing room, wearing only the tiniest PVC shorts he had seen. They, as instructed went down the corridor and into a large, almost empty room. As his feet curled from the cold wooden floor, he inspected the room. In the furthest corner sat a camera, pointed at the plastic-covered walls. From the ceiling there was a sturdy wooden bar and hanging from the bar was a pair of handcuffs, which looked just the right shape for Jake's wrists. Off to the side, was a four layer tea trolley overflowing with pies and cans and cartons of food near four buckets of what Jake assumed to be slime. Fiddling with the camera was a small, slender man in ripped jeans, a baggy band shirt and an open blue and white Hawaiian shirt. Tony strode towards the man and called his name as Jake braced himself for what he thought was going to be the weirdest scene of his life.

It wasn't that he hadn't been dominated by a twink before. It was a popular niche, this huge muscle bear under the control of a guy who looked like his last workout was when he stood at the back during high-school dodgeball. But he'd never seen a script like this before.
"Brent?" Tony called out. Jake snapped back to reality.
Brent turned around and a massive look.
"Oh-ho-ho! You guys look great! I'm all done with the set-up, so we can get you guys sorted! Um, Jake, if you just stand here and I'll get you up."
He was very eccentric when he talked, every word accompanied by an explosion of arms. Jake did as he asked and Brent raised his arms into the handcuffs hanging from the bar. He guided Tony towards the overflowing cart and coached him a little on how to act. Then he walked back to his camera, gave an annoyingly big thumbs up to Jake, turned it on and said the word Jake wasn't waiting to hear.
"Action!"
Jake sighed a little.

Tony walked in front of the camera, pushing the trolley.
"You're mine, bitch boy." He said, menacingly. He whacked Jake's ass and played with his bulge before picking up a pie and slamming it into his face. Jake winced grunted as he felt the cream hit his face with such force that some of it fell onto his hairy chest and back. Great. He already knew that would be a nightmare to get out. He tried to open his eyes but found to his horror, found he couldn't. Wiping them with his hands wasn't an option, so he tried shaking his head but to no avail. He could ask for help but he had been explicitly instructed to remain silent (except for grunts and moans) by Brent, so he realised he was just going to have to suck it up and keep his eyes closed for the rest of the mess.

Just as he came to his conclusion, Tony leant against his back and smashed two huge, creamy pies into either side of his face. A quick taste told him it was chocolate but he didn't have time to process it before he had to stumble back as much as he could as the front of his PVC pants got covered in cream. Tony wasted no time in rubbing in the cream up and down all over Jake's body and especially over his shorts, finally giving him the satisfaction he wanted. Just as quickly as it had started, the rubbing stopped and Jake suddenly remembered what it said in the script about where the next pie was heading. The pie came hard into his PVC-covered ass and like last time, Tony smeared it all over his rear end and back. Jack was starting to understand why people liked this stuff. When Tony stopped, it took a good few seconds for Jack to stop moaning.

Suddenly, a little cloth was pushed over Jack's eyes as Tony gently wiped them clean enough that Jack could open his eyes again. Just enough for him to see the huge bucket of thick, green, slime in Tony's free hand. The butterflies he got when Brent tied up him were coming back to him. A finger was gingerly placed under his chin that tilted his head up. Tony climbed onto a stepladder and the lime sludge slowly made his eyesight short lived. Jack was in ecstasy. Every thick drop made his dick twitch as it cascaded down his head, over his chest, some of it down a small gap in the back of his shorts, and the rest onto his feet. It was an experience he had never felt before but wanted to feel it for every second of the rest of his life. Then suddenly, it stopped. This didn't make sense to Jake. There was so much more slime in the bucket, Tony was pouring quite slowly and it'd only been happening for five minutes. Tony stepped down off the step-ladder and Jake, forgetting what came next, was worried that he wouldn't get the feeling again.

Then Jake felt a tug on his waistband near his tailbone. And the slime poured in. Jake couldn't believe he had never tried this before. As the slime dropped down his crack, Tony leaned in a little with his crotch to squeeze some out. But, like the first pour, it ended all too soon. But Jake had a prediction as to what was coming next. And he was right. When the slime made contact with his cock it was almost too much. But he held strong until the sliming finished. Suddenly, he heard the clatter of the bucket dropping to the ground and Tony's hands dived in to "mix it up." Jake was panting and moaning, unsure if he was going to hold out. Just when he thought it was all over and the hands had left the pants, Jake felt a pie hit his crotch and all the slime squeeze out and hit his muscular legs. Every part of his body was alive. His enjoyment was soon multiplied as one pie hit his face, and another hit his buttocks. Before he could even think about what he was experiencing, his shorts were dragged down to the bottom of his ankles, scraping some of the slime off his legs. It was a disappointment to have his feet covered by the shorts so no more slime would fall on it, but he soon heard a quick snipping sound followed by the a new sensation of slimy PVC being dragged off his feet alleviated all his worries. He was completely naked in his new heaven.

The next set of pies came so quick Jake barely had time to register them. The first straight onto his hair before being smeared down over his face and down his chest, scraping gunge onto his feet. His abs were hit with two pies at once. Then, one at a time, his pits got covered in the thick cream. If this wasn't good enough, Tony made quick work of licking them slightly clean. His cock itched at the sensations. As if he knew what to do, Tony grabbed a cream pie and held it horizontally at Jake's shaft so only a little bit of it was creamy before suddenly smashing it into his crotch. Jake felt like he couldn't contain himself anymore. And, Tony wasn't quite done with the pies yet. For the pie's final act, he stood at Jake's side holding two pies. Without warning, one was pushed into Jake's face and one right in the middle of his ass. As the cream shot up his crack, Jake let out his biggest moan yet. He wanted to burst so much but wasn't supposed to until the end of the scene. he just had to hold on a little longer. Tony didn't help, as he started spreading the cream on his butt all around, including down the middle. He reminded himself just a little longer.

When Tony stopped fiddling with his crack, it came to the part that Jake was least excited for when he read the script, but was now more than ready for. He felt his left leg get lifted into the air, before suddenly being lowered down into one of the slime buckets. The same happened to his right leg and he was suddenly up to his thighs in slime. If he wiggled his toes he could feel the slime sploshing between them and it felt great. He was still enjoying this feeling when he felt Tony's smooth finger tilt his head back and the slime gushing down onto his face. He found this sliming more enjoyable than the last, which he didn't think was possible. Firstly, Tony didn't have to stop five seconds in so he could save some for his underwear. Secondly, the lack of underwear meant that he didn't have to treasure the few drops that slipped through the gap in the back, as it all came cascading down over his cock and through his crack. Finally, the excess that would've gone on the floor instead made its way downwards into the buckets, giving him more to play with in his lower leg. Tony smeared it around his body, including in the pelvic area and over his cheeks. Then, he unlocked him from his handcuffs, but Jake knew that it didn't mean the end of his "torture."

After Jake wiped his eyes slightly, Tony guided him out of the buckets so he wouldn't fall and ordered him to do ten sit ups. As he obliged, the bucket his left leg had been in was poured over his head, chest, penis and legs. It felt wonderful. Then, he was made to turn around and do 10 push ups as the right leg bucket was emptied over his back, with a little more placed on his ass than anywhere else. Tony walked out of frame and Jake knew he had one job to do. He turned around, grabbed his cock and started stroking. It didn't take long for him to add his own cream to the mixture, and then he heard the words that he would've been begging to hear at the start but by now would do anything to extend the entire scene.

"Cut!" yelled Brent.
"That was great Jake, you seemed really into it! If you wanna shower now, there's one in the changing rooms. Tony, you were also great, but d'ya mind helping with the cleanup a bit..."

Jake didn't hear the rest as he was already halfway to the shower, smiling and thinking about how he was going to find more of these types of scenes to get involved with.