The Extra
by Lee Craig
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I'm searching through the ads on the computer (as I do every night before I go to sleep). I don't like full time jobs.
You know how it is, you start it, you enjoy it, but eventually you get tired with it. So instead I go for temporary work. The best people hiring for temporary people is the movie industry. Extras, caterers, assistants. They're always looking. I search through the list and notice one for the movie industry. I've worked for all the different types of jobs the movie industry temporarily needs filled, so I should have no problem getting hired. The ad is for an extra in a scene in the movie Ariana, I've read a bit about it before. Something about a prince who's trying to stop two neighbouring warring countries, but someone is making his efforts futile, so he tries to find out who the traitor is, or something like that.
The only problem is that it's weeks old and not taken down (obviously no one has taken it yet for some reason). Intrigued as to why no one has taken it yet I read on. The scene involves the male protagonist who's the hero, catching another male, and putting his foot on their face, which could be my face. I write a response to them. I don't want feet in my face if they belong to someone I deem unattractive. What I want to know is who the guy is. I only really want to know that but I don't want my email to seem strange, so I add in a bunch of other stuff to it. What I'll have to wear, how long the scene will be, how many takes may be required, how many days may I need to be there for.
Hitting send I decide to go to sleep, hoping that the man is someone who is very attractive. Sleep comes and I awake with my room filled with sunlight.
I turn on my computer (usually I don't do this straight away, but I am eager for that reply). And there it is, a reply from them.
Your character will be a poor persian, so it will be required to wear an outfit to reflect that need. The scene should be about four to six minutes, and should take one take. The actor is playing the Prince Farid, and he is played by Hunter Mathews.
I sit there for a few minutes, letting it sink it. Hunter Matthews, 24, straight but supports the rights of LGBT. This man is someone I've fantasised about for a long time, tall, slim, and those deep piercing green eyes. In the past I've tried to find pictures of his feet but it turned out that there aren't any. But that doesn't matter because I actually have a shot at having his feet on my face. Quickly I write back a response stating that I have no problem with that. They reply with the date, 4 days from now
I go back to my day but keep getting sidetracked with images in my head of his feet, the smell, the feel as his foot envelopes my face.
The next few days go by uneventful, except for me keep looking at images of this hotter man, a few years older than me, waiting for the shooting day.
I arrive on set on the scheduled day (well night really), turns out that this scene only needs few people so everyone else has went home, the director who works the camera and microphone. Hunter and myself are all that's here for the scene. I arrive and I am ushered towards the dressing room, while Hunter is acting a scene, he's more sexy in person than any picture the internet could ever show me, tall, long straight brown hair, a strong jaw line, skinny. His outfit does indeed make him look like a Persian prince, a character straight out of a story book.
What takes my eyes is that I was expecting his bare feet, which when it comes to my scene they would already be dirty. But instead he's wearing brown suede knee high boots, his feet must be hot in those things, and he'll get to cool them off on my face. I finally head off to the changing rooms where I put on my outfit. Shabby sandals, baggy pants, and a small vest with a rip in it. Yup I also look like a character out of a book. The man who does my image comes in. All he does to me is make my face a little blackened to look like dirt, and fix my hair (I'm sure a poor persian would have messy hair but oh well). Finally he announces that he's done, sets the script on the shelf in front of me and says the director will come in to get me when they're ready for me.
When he leaves I pick up the script. And it gets better, and better. Before I came here I thought he'd have bare feet, hoping they'd be dirty when he plants them on my face, but most likely there'd be a break in between scenes for him to wash them. Then when I seen him in those boots a little while ago, I thought he'd have them off before the scene, wash them, then take the scene starting bare foot. However in my script it says how he still wears his boots, takes his feet out and then puts them on my face. That means that the warm feet that has been trapped in those boots all day, that must have a strong smell to them by now, will be on my face. Not clean ones.
The door opens and the director walks in. Well that was what I was thinking until it's Hunter who walks in. Sexy as ever. "Hey I thought I'd come and get you rather than the director, that way I can apologise beforehand", "Apologise?" I look at him confused as to what he means. What's he got to be sorry for. "Well yeah, you know, what with me having to put my feet in your face and all". He looks at me and gives a slight wry smile, which tells me that some part of him might enjoy it. "Don't worry about it, wouldn't bother me". "I bet, but you know my feet have been stuck in these boots all day, they're tired, no doubt smelly, and I know they'll also be really sweaty, and I can’t wash them beforehand". He's now stopped with that small smile, and is now frowning, looking away and rubbing the back of his head with his hand. Clearly embarrassed I try to make him at ease. "Hey don't worry about it, you gotta do what you gotta do. Just do what you need to, and I won't be a bother". He starts to look at me and his frown disappears. "Really? It's not too late you know, you can still go home and forget about this". Again I assure that it's okay, plus I'm also very eager to get it started "Nah I'll do it, lets just do it now and get it done with". "You know you're a pretty cool guy, the director was having a hard time finding someone for this scene. He was this close to omitting this part".
We both walk onto the set, my hearts pounding, knowing how close it is now.
I start by following the script for my part -which actually has no lines-. I run around a corner on the set, hiding and moving while trying not to be seen, by characters non-existent, only the camera following my move. Eventually I get to the set of a bedroom, fit for a Prince. I walk around for this part not being careful, and that's when Hunter comes up behind me and wraps his sweaty arm around my throat, wraps his other arm around my body and pulls me so I’m up against him. For the film it is suppose to be enough to choke me, obviously in real life he isn't doing it that hard. Although his arm is still non the less pretty tight against my throat, but I can still breathe, only a little though, he’s really strong. I fake the fainting and remain motionless as Hunter’s character Prince Farid puts both his hands under my arms, and I can feel him move me about the set. He gives off a small grunt, that I can't help but find arousing, and finally he sets me down.
I then hear the director call out again, and that's my cue to wake up. I awake to find myself lying down on the floor and find Hunter sitting on a few steps in front of me (we’re still in his bedroom, at least I think this set is his bedroom), one of his boots is on my abdomen, pinning me to the floor. He's looking down at me, looking at me with judgemental and hatred looks, his eyes no longer look like the gentle friendly ones they did in the dressing room, but they look cold and deadly. He really is a good actor. "So" he starts in a deep, powerful voice. "Are you the one messing all of my plans? If so, you've caused quite a bother for me. Just so you know, I have ways of making people talk". Then this is it. The moment I've been waiting for.
He proceeds to lift his boot (the one not on my chest) up in the air and he grabs the top of it with both hands. With a few powerful tugs he finally frees his foot, and sets the boot aside. He closes his eyes and gives out a prolonged relaxed sigh (he probably doesn't have to act this part as it is a relief to him to get it off after a long day wearing them) he gives his toes a wriggle for a few minutes. His bare foot is less than a meter from my face the colour of his foot is a dark reddish tone and I can already feel the heat off of it, the smell is strong and I can't help but smell it more, his foot clearly glistens with sweat and I hear the soft squelching coming as he continues to wriggle his toes. "So, you don't wanna' talk then? Alright, fine by me" And with that he looks down at me and starts grinning seductively at me. "Lets see how long you'll last before you tell me what you know"
And with that he lowers his foot to my captive face. His foot makes contact with my face, and Hunter doesn't hold back. His foot is so soft, my face practically sinks into it making a loud wet slapping sound as his sweaty foot encases around my face. The heat coming off of it is immense and my face is extremely warm and wet from sweat with it now. Another relaxed sigh escapes from him as he forcibly buries my face even deeper into the smelly flesh of his. He begins to wiggle his toes on my forehead making the smell emitting from them increase. His foot begins to slide down to the side of my face, and I can briefly see him looking down at me, eyes looking full of joy, and a big grin on his face. That's quickly replaced as he lifts his foot again, and covers my face with it. Sinking his foot into my face once more.
This happens a few times and I begin to wonder if it's because his foot is so sweaty that he can't keep it in place, or because he's somehow enjoying this too. The grin could either be his acting, or he could actually be enjoying it. So I sit there with his big smelly foot encasing my face. Smelling them in deep breaths, making note of everything, the exact smell, how warm it still is, how sweaty it is, and how incredibly soft it is. He lifts his foot from my face and instantly I miss it's warmth, the softness, the smell. "So, I guess you don't know anything after all?"
Depressed that it's over as the script dictates that he'll look at me, help me up, apologise, then lecture me on why I shouldn't be here, then I leave. Instead he starts to act out. Clearly he doesn't want it over either, for some reason. Maybe he enjoys the sensation, the power. He tells me to stay as he proceeds to remove his second boot. He doesn't want this end end I think with joy. He leans forward, tilts the boot in one hand and puts his other hand around the back of my head and forces my face into the opening of his boot. Immediately I'm overcome, overcome by the intense heat, that amazing smell of his, and the way he's grinning at me.
I just lay there with my eyes closed, smelling his boots as unknown to the camera due to the angle, he begins to slowly stroke the back of my head gently and puts his lips next to my ear, hidden from the camera and whispers softly to me. "Sorry about this, but I'm enjoying this too much for some reason. If you play along I'll pay you as well as the company paying you, if you don't want to though I understand, they are after all really smelly". I obviously don't object I just open my eyes and turn to him, as he allows my face out of his boot. He looks at me eyes full of concern and worry for me. "It's okay, I don't mind". He looks at me a little bit shocked, not disgusted but surprised. "Really you don't mind?". "No". Theres a few moments of silence as he looks at me, and a grin starts to form on his face. "You're enjoying this too somehow aren't you".
Embarrassed I lie there speechless as he continues to grin seductively at me and I don't know what to say. "Well then, you better get back to smelling my boots shouldn't you" Still embarrassed I don't move, what does however is when he forces my face once again into it's smelly prison and he resumes stroking the back of my hair.
I can see from the corner of my eye that the director is wondering what's happening but allows it to continue. So we all sit there. The director filming us. Hunter enjoying his power over me. And me loving everything about this scenario between me and him. So I stay there eyes closed enveloped in the boots warmth, taking as deep breaths as I can, savouring every smell I can of his, until finally he lifts my head out of his boots. "So you gonna' talk, or do you think you can handle more". He looks down at me and I can see on his face that he's not acting his enjoyment with this new power of his. I lay there still, without saying a word, waiting for him to do whatever he pleases with me. "Okay then, have it your way". And with that he put me back down again. And brings both his feet this time down on my face. Another relaxed sigh escapes from him as my face begins sinking into his soft feet. I had no idea someone could have feet soft as this, they're so far into my face that if I look to the left or right it's just his flesh that I see. I'm trapped here, in this smelly confinement of his. The heat, the sweat of both feet now resting on my face. Within a few minutes, his feet begin to move left and right, up and down. Clearly he's began to use my face to give him a foot rub. He rubs them softly but firmly against me, and they both slide effortlessly with all the sweat. But then he decides to up it a little bit, he starts to trap my nose by pinching it between his toes, and I'm forced to inhale the smelliest part of him.
I look up at his and see his arms crossed over, eyes shut and a toothy grin across his face. "Enjoying the smell there traitor? I certainly hope so." He finally opens his eyes again and looks down at me, gives another grin, releases my nose and covers my entire face again with his large beefy feet. He can feel the pressure increase a little bit and I can tell that he's moved forward to reach for something. I wonder what it is, when I hear his boots being moved. Then silence, then a wave of pleasure overcomes me as he takes a firm grasp of my hard member and gives it few squeezes. He must have used those boots to break the line of sight between the camera and my crotch. Gives me a few more squeezes before he slowly moves his hand up and down my shaft. The slowness is torture, I want his hand to speed up, I want to start to buckle my hips but I know that I can't due to the camera. All I can do is lie there and moan in both pleasure and frustraition as this straight man explores me. Through my muffled moans he begins moving his feet again "What's that, You want me to stop? Well if you do then just tell me what you know"
Clearly he's pushed the boundaries a bit by pleasuring me, so I decide to give him some new form of pleasure also. Still sweaty as his feet are planted firmly into my face, I open my mouth and lick his sweaty feet. I feel a slight jerk but then I sense his permission as he relaxes and gently begins to stroke my face with the other foot and I begin to lick his feet more. Another moan comes from him and I know he enjoys the sensation of my tongue on his bare feet. No longer caring about the, cameras, between Hunter still slowly stroking me and everything about his feet. I grab both of them and lick them wildly. Since the camera can't see what my face is doing, Hunter covers for my hands on his feet. "Uh, uh, uh, Farid's feet stay on your face until you confess. So don't fight it, okay?" I continue to lick his feet until I can no longer taste his sweat. He lifts both feet and he wipes them with his hand removing all the saliva, he then caresses my face with his other hand and dries it as well. "If you don't talk soon I may have to make things worse" He puts his head down again and whispers to me without the camera knowing. "You still okay?" Still stroking me slowly I can only manage a very weak "Yeah". I take a few deep breaths and try to continue speaking. "But could you stroke me a bit faster?", grinning at me he gives a whispered reply "Prince Farid will do what he wants with his slave, you should be honored I'm stroking you at all" and I hear him give a little chuckle.
I can't help but moan as I feel his hand speed up significantly, I guess he was only teasing with his words. "That better?". "Much" is all I can say, I know I won't last long now. "You want me to stroke you, if your hard that is?" "Nah it's cool, the camera would see that, so don't worry about it man. And yeah, I'm hard too, never knew I enjoyed having my feet seen to like this. Aside from licking what else can you do?". "I can suck on your toes" His face lightens up at this notion. "So do it", I feel his two large hands grab the back of my head as he forces me to his feet. No longer whispering he commands me to open my mouth. I do so gladly and with my back to the camera, obscuring us. I begin to vigorously suck on his toes. I The second I begin to suck on them I hear the breath escape from him fast, clearly taken by surprise by how good it feels. Now with my back to the camera I look up at him, and he looks down on me with warmth in his eyes, I look down at his crotch and he immediately understands what I mean, his response is a short movement from his hips, and I maneuver my hand to begin stroking him, he hunches his back over and hides his face from the camera now, all that can be see is my back. His eyes closed and mouth opened, whispers about how good it feels and how long it's been since he'd felt someone else do it to him.
So we stay there, him stroking me. Me stroking him and sucking on his toes, until finally we both climax at the same time. We catch our breath before fixing ourselves. He takes his toes out of my mouth, dries them off, pushes them into my face once more and whispers "Last chance to smell them" and I sit there, smelling his soft smelly feet until one of them leaves my face. I open my eyes and notice that he's putting his boots back on. He takes the last one off my face, just after I gave it a kiss. To which it makes him smile at me. Puts that one in his boot also. Stands up and says how I must not be the right guy after all or else I would have said something by now. Helps me up and escorts me off the set.
We both walk to the director, Hunter confident but me nervous and he tells the director that he thought he would improvise. Having it go on for that long added new depth to his character, how it showed that the Prince could abuse his power. And how there should be enough footage there to edit and work with. Just shorten it down and show bits he felt were good enough. The director agrees, but asks how I didn't object. Hunter quickly told him that he whispered to me without the camera seeing, asking if I was okay with it, and that he'd pay me some of his own money for the scene.
With that we both walk to the changing rooms. Once I had changed The door knocked, and Hunter came in. He asked me if I was okay and thanked me for such an interesting experience. I told him I was okay, that I enjoyed myself also, and I won't tell anyone about what happened. He smiled and gave me a hug, his arms wrapped around me with such softness and gentleness, I couldn't help but snuggle in a little. "Quite affectionate aren't you?", I couldn't help but become embarrassed, he chuckled again and told me it was okay. Even though he's straight he still didn't mind what had happened, and he doesn't mind hugging guys either. Especially ones he likes and thinks are pretty cool. I look at him a little shocked and he gives a slight smile as he nods his head, he gives me his phone number and I give him mine.
"Oh by the way" he starts "Costume department has a few of these for me, so they won't notice one missing. Just give it back when you're done and I'll give you a fresh pair ... if you know what I mean", and he gives me a wink as he hands me his pair of boots from today.
I instantly put my face into them and inhale the familiar but sexy stench. He gives a laugh and says if I return these ones tomorrow, he'll give me the pair he was wearing that day. Which will be much smellier and warmer than these one. He grins at me and leaves.
I eventually leave too but Hunter is nowhere to be seen. And when I get home I can't help but push my face again into those smelly boots of his, wondering if I will ever have that experience with him again.
The following morning I get a text from Hunter , telling me how he'll have to wear new boots all day, and that he'd like to come over to mines afterwards to relax his feet on my face.
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