This chapter was amazing! The old European film having such a moneyshot on it. Caught on camera. The way Stian was teased and then brought back from cumming. The way Mrs Ginger threatened to take him to the wardrobe. She should stick to that. I doubt he will keep any clothing for long but she should definitely make an attempt before Stian just doesn't have anything to wear.
I curious with the measuring. The boy has noticed changes in himself, I wonder if they are real?
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It's In the Script
Part 56.
The first day the Skorpio was docked at the marina on the Island was a busy one. Stian was a little tired, since he spent part of the night
at the swimming pool of the ship drinking beer and listening to a movie making version of an urban legend. That story about the teenage
boy who got unintentionally jerked off on the set of a movie would have kept Stian paranoid and awake the rest of the night if it weren't for
the drowsy effect of drinking three cans of beer.
In addition to the usual morning hardon Stian had a slight headache. Mrs. Ginger brewed him a nice cup of willow bark tea in addition to
his usual cup of mababas tea. In addition to being a tutor and a personal assistant, having Mrs. Ginger around is like having your own
pharmacologist who specializes in herbal medicine.
"I sent a message to Mrs. Flanders. Told her you were a little under the weather. You won't be expected to be on the set till after lunch.
The director, Mary-Anne, and Mrs. Sophia have gone to the village to pick up supplies and ummm...other items," Mrs. Ginger informs Stian
of the morning's events, but she had a strangely smirking and knowing smile as she said "other items".
For some reason there's this big secret about what happens in the next scene being shot in Lady Verona's cabin. According to the screenplay,
in order to not be turned in for being a naughty peeping tom, Cutty spends some time as Lady Verona's personal cabin boy. A scene will be shot
of him picking up beverages and snacks from the galley, along with a shot of him being a messenger boy knocking on other cabin doors and
inviting other ladies to an evening with Lady Verona. Nobody ever turns down an invitation with The Lady. Then there is a scene where Cutty
helps rearrange luggage items and stuff in fancy boxes. Lady Verona did some shopping at the village and comes back with a load of stuff
and in this stuff is the mysterious device that is to be introduced into the story. This list of three scenes is what is scheduled for the afternoon.
With the director away in the morning, Stian gets to drink a variety of cups of tea and go back to bed for another hour or so.
Stian was woken around 9:15 am with an urgent message from Mrs. Ginger to take a quick shower and get down to wardrobe right away.
After the shower, Stian comes out of the bathroom wearing the towel. He walks toward the small dresser in the room, the one that has
what's left of his clothes, which is mainly a few shirts, one pair pants and one tennis style shorts.
"You won't need anything from there," Mrs. Ginger says, stopping Stian in his tracks just as he's opening the dresser. "Just head down to the
makeup and wardrobe cargo bay as you are. I made some arrangements for you to get some clothes at company expense."
Down at the cargo bay #1 Stian is taken over to the makeshift office of the head of the department to see Mrs. Pittney. The office was a large
tent that looked like it came from an old dessert movie with Arabian Knights where the Sheikh of the tribe would sit on a fancy carpet to watch
bare bellied dancers wrapped in wispy mostly see through veils. The head mistress of the Wardrobe and Makeup Department is a woman with a beehive hairdo of silver hair. She must be in her sixties, and she looked weather worn and weary. And without any patience whatsoever, she
starts barking orders.
"For some reason we don't have any measurements listed for you. Take that towel off so I can measure you."
No wonder Mrs. Ginger had that "knowing" smirky smile again when she told Stian to go to wardrobe, sending him there in just the bath towel.
Another nice joke played on him, and Stian is reluctant to strip in front of another stranger. "I don't have anything under this towel. Mrs.
Ginger didn't let me get dressed," and Stian hopes to have some sympathy from the old lady.
"If you were dressed you'd have to undress. This speeds things up. Come on now boy, off with it," and Mrs. Pittney, who looks a lot like Maggie
Smith in the Harry Potter movies, dons a pair of horn-rimmed glasses and she pulls out a rolled-up tape measure from her pocket.
Under the old hag's intense scrutinizing gaze Stian can feel his dick shrivel instead of hardening at the prospect of standing naked before
someone. Up to this moment each time he had to be naked or perform in limited clothing Stian got aroused a little, if not all the way hard.
Mrs. Pittney could make a porn star have erectile dysfunction.
Stian loosens his bath towel, and taking a deep breath, whips it off to toss on to a nearby chair. Mrs. Pittney gets down on her knees and she
works from the bottom up. That wardrobe boss is thorough, taking three measurements of Stian's leg. Just above the knees, mid-thigh, and
even measuring the width around the areas where the upper leg attaches to the hip. The old woman didn't change expression as she moved
Stian's sack aside with her fingers as if grabbing a boy's balls is no different than shaking hands. Next she measured the waistline and the widest
part of the hips, going around from hipbone to hipbone. Stian could hardly look her in the face as the measurements were taken. She even
used some sort of device to measure the curvature of his butt. Mrs. Pittney ran her hands along the slopes of Stian's curves, giving his cheeks
a squeeze as if testing for firmness. Stian never thought such a thing would happen to him. If this had happened at a city park or public pool
it would be "molestation of a minor by a senior citizen". Stian imagines young Hansel, of the "Hansel and Gretel" story, imagines how the
wicked old witch must have gazed lovingly over the tight britches that Hansel has on, licking her lips in anticipation of cooking such a fine
specimen of boyhood, and finally sticking a carving knife into his rump roast.
"Some boys your age have flat bottom butts, not at all enticing to gaze upon. Now you young man have shapely firm leg muscles and a butt
curvature that will make those teen girls swoon. Not quite the size that I would call a bubble butt. You're more slender than that. Your ass
looks like it belongs on a gymnast. Very nice," and finally there is a hint of a smile from the dour old woman.
Stian finally is comfortable enough to ask questions. "What are you going to make from these measurements?"
"A variety of shorts, underwear briefs, things like that. They'll be ready by this afternoon. I have some patterns I've been wanting to use for
so long."
"You're giving them to me today?"
"They'll be sent to the set for use later today. These items will be under the Props Department. Mrs. Flanders wants them fast tracked. When
she wants it done...she wants it done yesterday."
By the time all the measuring is completed, the time is 11:00 and it's time for everyone to head to the Galley for an early lunch. With time being
so short Stian is forced to go straight to the galley, still clad in only a bath towel.
Part 56.
The first day the Skorpio was docked at the marina on the Island was a busy one. Stian was a little tired, since he spent part of the night
at the swimming pool of the ship drinking beer and listening to a movie making version of an urban legend. That story about the teenage
boy who got unintentionally jerked off on the set of a movie would have kept Stian paranoid and awake the rest of the night if it weren't for
the drowsy effect of drinking three cans of beer.
In addition to the usual morning hardon Stian had a slight headache. Mrs. Ginger brewed him a nice cup of willow bark tea in addition to
his usual cup of mababas tea. In addition to being a tutor and a personal assistant, having Mrs. Ginger around is like having your own
pharmacologist who specializes in herbal medicine.
"I sent a message to Mrs. Flanders. Told her you were a little under the weather. You won't be expected to be on the set till after lunch.
The director, Mary-Anne, and Mrs. Sophia have gone to the village to pick up supplies and ummm...other items," Mrs. Ginger informs Stian
of the morning's events, but she had a strangely smirking and knowing smile as she said "other items".
For some reason there's this big secret about what happens in the next scene being shot in Lady Verona's cabin. According to the screenplay,
in order to not be turned in for being a naughty peeping tom, Cutty spends some time as Lady Verona's personal cabin boy. A scene will be shot
of him picking up beverages and snacks from the galley, along with a shot of him being a messenger boy knocking on other cabin doors and
inviting other ladies to an evening with Lady Verona. Nobody ever turns down an invitation with The Lady. Then there is a scene where Cutty
helps rearrange luggage items and stuff in fancy boxes. Lady Verona did some shopping at the village and comes back with a load of stuff
and in this stuff is the mysterious device that is to be introduced into the story. This list of three scenes is what is scheduled for the afternoon.
With the director away in the morning, Stian gets to drink a variety of cups of tea and go back to bed for another hour or so.
Stian was woken around 9:15 am with an urgent message from Mrs. Ginger to take a quick shower and get down to wardrobe right away.
After the shower, Stian comes out of the bathroom wearing the towel. He walks toward the small dresser in the room, the one that has
what's left of his clothes, which is mainly a few shirts, one pair pants and one tennis style shorts.
"You won't need anything from there," Mrs. Ginger says, stopping Stian in his tracks just as he's opening the dresser. "Just head down to the
makeup and wardrobe cargo bay as you are. I made some arrangements for you to get some clothes at company expense."
Down at the cargo bay #1 Stian is taken over to the makeshift office of the head of the department to see Mrs. Pittney. The office was a large
tent that looked like it came from an old dessert movie with Arabian Knights where the Sheikh of the tribe would sit on a fancy carpet to watch
bare bellied dancers wrapped in wispy mostly see through veils. The head mistress of the Wardrobe and Makeup Department is a woman with a beehive hairdo of silver hair. She must be in her sixties, and she looked weather worn and weary. And without any patience whatsoever, she
starts barking orders.
"For some reason we don't have any measurements listed for you. Take that towel off so I can measure you."
No wonder Mrs. Ginger had that "knowing" smirky smile again when she told Stian to go to wardrobe, sending him there in just the bath towel.
Another nice joke played on him, and Stian is reluctant to strip in front of another stranger. "I don't have anything under this towel. Mrs.
Ginger didn't let me get dressed," and Stian hopes to have some sympathy from the old lady.
"If you were dressed you'd have to undress. This speeds things up. Come on now boy, off with it," and Mrs. Pittney, who looks a lot like Maggie
Smith in the Harry Potter movies, dons a pair of horn-rimmed glasses and she pulls out a rolled-up tape measure from her pocket.
Under the old hag's intense scrutinizing gaze Stian can feel his dick shrivel instead of hardening at the prospect of standing naked before
someone. Up to this moment each time he had to be naked or perform in limited clothing Stian got aroused a little, if not all the way hard.
Mrs. Pittney could make a porn star have erectile dysfunction.
Stian loosens his bath towel, and taking a deep breath, whips it off to toss on to a nearby chair. Mrs. Pittney gets down on her knees and she
works from the bottom up. That wardrobe boss is thorough, taking three measurements of Stian's leg. Just above the knees, mid-thigh, and
even measuring the width around the areas where the upper leg attaches to the hip. The old woman didn't change expression as she moved
Stian's sack aside with her fingers as if grabbing a boy's balls is no different than shaking hands. Next she measured the waistline and the widest
part of the hips, going around from hipbone to hipbone. Stian could hardly look her in the face as the measurements were taken. She even
used some sort of device to measure the curvature of his butt. Mrs. Pittney ran her hands along the slopes of Stian's curves, giving his cheeks
a squeeze as if testing for firmness. Stian never thought such a thing would happen to him. If this had happened at a city park or public pool
it would be "molestation of a minor by a senior citizen". Stian imagines young Hansel, of the "Hansel and Gretel" story, imagines how the
wicked old witch must have gazed lovingly over the tight britches that Hansel has on, licking her lips in anticipation of cooking such a fine
specimen of boyhood, and finally sticking a carving knife into his rump roast.
"Some boys your age have flat bottom butts, not at all enticing to gaze upon. Now you young man have shapely firm leg muscles and a butt
curvature that will make those teen girls swoon. Not quite the size that I would call a bubble butt. You're more slender than that. Your ass
looks like it belongs on a gymnast. Very nice," and finally there is a hint of a smile from the dour old woman.
Stian finally is comfortable enough to ask questions. "What are you going to make from these measurements?"
"A variety of shorts, underwear briefs, things like that. They'll be ready by this afternoon. I have some patterns I've been wanting to use for
so long."
"You're giving them to me today?"
"They'll be sent to the set for use later today. These items will be under the Props Department. Mrs. Flanders wants them fast tracked. When
she wants it done...she wants it done yesterday."
By the time all the measuring is completed, the time is 11:00 and it's time for everyone to head to the Galley for an early lunch. With time being
so short Stian is forced to go straight to the galley, still clad in only a bath towel.
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I'm actually surprised they're spending money on new clothes for Stian, I assumed he'd just be kept naked at all times to save on money and as a punishment for him carelessly losing and ruining his old clothes. Maybe the boys luck is changing for the better?
Still incredibly intrigued about this mystery device, the tension has been built very well. What on earth could it be.
Great chapter as always. Very fun to read.
Still incredibly intrigued about this mystery device, the tension has been built very well. What on earth could it be.
Great chapter as always. Very fun to read.
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That's the cruel trick of it. Stian will think he'll get to keep the clothes, but they are only handed out to him for his scenes of being
"Cabin Boy" for Mrs. Verona. She likes her little servant to serve her looking cute and stylish...but the clothes belong to the props department
the same as knives and tools would be, and they have to be handed back in at the end of the shooting. Anyway, when the ship's disaster
part of the story happens and poor Cutty has to abandon ship, there won't be any time for him to take much with him.
"Cabin Boy" for Mrs. Verona. She likes her little servant to serve her looking cute and stylish...but the clothes belong to the props department
the same as knives and tools would be, and they have to be handed back in at the end of the shooting. Anyway, when the ship's disaster
part of the story happens and poor Cutty has to abandon ship, there won't be any time for him to take much with him.
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It's In the Script
Part 57.
It doesn't help to calm the nerves or wet the appetite when one has to balance a food tray with one hand, hold onto a cup of juice with the
other hand, all while worrying that the towel one has wrapped around the waist might fall off in front of everyone in the galley. That was
Stian's task at hand as he takes his lunch tray to the table. After sitting down at a table in the corner of the room, Stian is joined by
Miss Bartlette and Mary-Anne, the two people closest to Stian in age on the ship. With Miss Bartlette being twelve, and Mary-Anne around
twenty years old, the three of them formed a group of pseudo siblings. And like real sisters, the two girls loved nothing more than to tease
Stian about anything and everything they could. Coming into the dining area wearing only a bath towel makes Stian a fine target for a fresh
round of friendly verbal harassment.
"What's the matter, got lost on the way to your closet?" Mary-Anne says as she sits down at the table.
"Yeah, what's the matter? Is your behind all wet?" Miss Bartlett adds. "Maybe he's going to the sauna and get a massage, or get his body
covered in mud. I hear that is the thing to do on the real cruise lines."
Both girls sit down on the opposite side of the table. Stian ignores their opening comments, and he digs in on a serving of green beans and
mashed potatoes next to a German style sausage. Each one having a sausage on their plate must have made the girls think of similar shaped
objects.
"How come your sausage isn't wrapped in a casing Stian?" Mary-Anne teases. "Did you know your Cutty character is also circumcised? Yeah,
he started off with a foreskin, but when he and his mother finally got to the United States when the boy is ten years old, he got his thing snipped
so he would look like an American. Imagine, getting one's dick cut just so he won't have the appearance of a European."
Stian can't argue any of these points. He hasn't read the book yet. Mary-Anne is the Cutty expert on board this boat.
Stian looks up, annoyed at the subject matter of the conversation. He is not interested in talking about his dick, nor the characteristics of
the penis of a fictional character that he happens to be playing in a movie. Of course young Miss Bartlette appears to be very interested.
"When did you get circumcised?" the young actress asks.
"I don't know. I don't remember," Stian replies in a grumpy tone of voice, hoping that she will take the hint and shut up.
Stian's looks up and his gaze freezes in the direction of Mary-Anne. She had picked up the sausage from her plate, and holding it with her
left hand, she used her knife to slice through the casing close to the middle of the length of the sausage, which appears to be about six
inches long and one and a half inches wide. Mary-Anne slices all the way around and then adds an addition slit along the length up to the end.
Stian watches in horror as Mary-Anne grabs the end of the sausage and starts yanking on the casing. With several strong tugs she rips the
skin like casing off.
"Wow, is that the way it was done to you?" Miss Bartlette asks, her eyes wide in wonderment. "That must have hurt."
Mary-Anne points the knife toward Stian. "Never piss me off young man. You'll regret it."
"Yes ma'am" is all Stian can say, and he lowers his head to contemplate whether or not he should cut his sausage in front of the girls.
Might as well fight fire with fire, Stian picks the sausage up with his fingers, plops the end of the penis shaped meat product into his mouth,
and he bites off the end of it. The two girls laugh and Stian joins in.
Stian stops laughing when he feels something moving near his knee. Something bumps his knee and then slides along the inner part of his thigh,
going up into the opening of the bath towel. Looking down, Stian can see a shape sliding and pushing up on the inside part of the towel, pushing upward and then the shape presses against his crotch. At the same time a burst of giggles erupts from across the table. Miss Bartlette has a
silly smile and she's bumping Mary-Anne on the shoulder. Getting the other young ladies' attention, she points out that something is going on under the table. What's going on is Miss Bartlette is playing a game of footsie, literally sticking her foot into Stian's groin and grinding her toes against
his dick.
"I can't wait till you are done shooting scenes with that older woman," Miss Bartlette says. "Once this ship goes down we'll be spending a lot
more time together on the Island."
The young actress must be referring to the scenes about to be shot with Mrs. Sophia. Is the not a teenager yet Miss Bartlette acting like a jealous
suitor? Do twelve year old actresses actually compete with thirty year olds for the attention of fourteen year old boys? Sitting next to the actress
Mary-Anne is still looking under the table, actually leaning way down to peer under the table and the towel.
"This ship may go down, but Stian's dick never does," and this sets off a simultaneous burst of laughter from both girls.
The dick may have been soft a couple minutes ago, but the rubbing it's getting from Miss Bartlette's big toe has it springing up hard once more.
All that moving around is making the towel start to loosen. For the next couple minutes Stian tries to finish his lunch, while occasionally glancing
around the room to see if others have noticed the surreptitious game going on. Instead of cloak and dagger it's a game of cock and digit under
the table, and that big digit of a toe has gotten Stian's cock all fully erected, pushing up on the front of the towel as if some bizarre creature is stirring and needs to head out to scavenge for food.
All the food is not eaten, but Stian can't take this anymore. He grabs the tray, grabs the drink cup, and he scoots back to clear the table so
he can stand up. The towel is a little loose. Looking down there is a big tent pole poking straight outward, but both of his hands are occupied.
He manages the delicate balancing act of getting up, but upon turning and taking the first step away from the table, something grabs the bottom
of his bath towel. Stian's next step has him moving away from the table, but what grips the towel doesn't move and the yank pulls the towel off.
The towel hits the floor, well half the towel did. The upper half of the bath towel is still suspended in the air by a foot bigger than the one
Stian expected. It was Mary-Anne who had the length of leg needed to reach all the way across from the other side of the table. This foot
retracted back toward the other side, dragging the towel along. Stian reaches down for the towel, tries to grab it with the same hand that
holds the drink cup. Of course it was doomed to failure, and on top of not getting the towel back, the food tray in the other hand tips over
and all the uneaten food plops down to the galley's floor.
"Sorry, sorry," Stian shouts out, since he's making a mess he must apologize. However the loud words of remorse only bring attention to him,
and now everyone in the dining area turns to look at the naked star of the movie looking totally embarrassed with a full-blown erection pointing
up. Not knowing what to do, should he run off naked as he is, or are there other options? Running away is admitting defeat and perhaps some
dignity can be salvaged. Stian steps around the table and faces Mary-Anne.
"May I have my towel back, please."
Mary-Anne smiles and she places the middle of the towel over Stian's hard dick. The towel settles down over the erection like the rod of a towel rack. Stian turns and he walks to the counter to lay down his tray, the white towel hanging down in front but only covering up the gap between
his legs.
"I'm sorry again about the mess," Stian tells the galley attendant, as he puts the tray and cup down. Without touching the towel Stian heads for
the exit, the towel still covering the sticking up cock with the rest of his body exposed. Everyone is laughing as the walking talking towel rack
exits the galley.
Part 57.
It doesn't help to calm the nerves or wet the appetite when one has to balance a food tray with one hand, hold onto a cup of juice with the
other hand, all while worrying that the towel one has wrapped around the waist might fall off in front of everyone in the galley. That was
Stian's task at hand as he takes his lunch tray to the table. After sitting down at a table in the corner of the room, Stian is joined by
Miss Bartlette and Mary-Anne, the two people closest to Stian in age on the ship. With Miss Bartlette being twelve, and Mary-Anne around
twenty years old, the three of them formed a group of pseudo siblings. And like real sisters, the two girls loved nothing more than to tease
Stian about anything and everything they could. Coming into the dining area wearing only a bath towel makes Stian a fine target for a fresh
round of friendly verbal harassment.
"What's the matter, got lost on the way to your closet?" Mary-Anne says as she sits down at the table.
"Yeah, what's the matter? Is your behind all wet?" Miss Bartlett adds. "Maybe he's going to the sauna and get a massage, or get his body
covered in mud. I hear that is the thing to do on the real cruise lines."
Both girls sit down on the opposite side of the table. Stian ignores their opening comments, and he digs in on a serving of green beans and
mashed potatoes next to a German style sausage. Each one having a sausage on their plate must have made the girls think of similar shaped
objects.
"How come your sausage isn't wrapped in a casing Stian?" Mary-Anne teases. "Did you know your Cutty character is also circumcised? Yeah,
he started off with a foreskin, but when he and his mother finally got to the United States when the boy is ten years old, he got his thing snipped
so he would look like an American. Imagine, getting one's dick cut just so he won't have the appearance of a European."
Stian can't argue any of these points. He hasn't read the book yet. Mary-Anne is the Cutty expert on board this boat.
Stian looks up, annoyed at the subject matter of the conversation. He is not interested in talking about his dick, nor the characteristics of
the penis of a fictional character that he happens to be playing in a movie. Of course young Miss Bartlette appears to be very interested.
"When did you get circumcised?" the young actress asks.
"I don't know. I don't remember," Stian replies in a grumpy tone of voice, hoping that she will take the hint and shut up.
Stian's looks up and his gaze freezes in the direction of Mary-Anne. She had picked up the sausage from her plate, and holding it with her
left hand, she used her knife to slice through the casing close to the middle of the length of the sausage, which appears to be about six
inches long and one and a half inches wide. Mary-Anne slices all the way around and then adds an addition slit along the length up to the end.
Stian watches in horror as Mary-Anne grabs the end of the sausage and starts yanking on the casing. With several strong tugs she rips the
skin like casing off.
"Wow, is that the way it was done to you?" Miss Bartlette asks, her eyes wide in wonderment. "That must have hurt."
Mary-Anne points the knife toward Stian. "Never piss me off young man. You'll regret it."
"Yes ma'am" is all Stian can say, and he lowers his head to contemplate whether or not he should cut his sausage in front of the girls.
Might as well fight fire with fire, Stian picks the sausage up with his fingers, plops the end of the penis shaped meat product into his mouth,
and he bites off the end of it. The two girls laugh and Stian joins in.
Stian stops laughing when he feels something moving near his knee. Something bumps his knee and then slides along the inner part of his thigh,
going up into the opening of the bath towel. Looking down, Stian can see a shape sliding and pushing up on the inside part of the towel, pushing upward and then the shape presses against his crotch. At the same time a burst of giggles erupts from across the table. Miss Bartlette has a
silly smile and she's bumping Mary-Anne on the shoulder. Getting the other young ladies' attention, she points out that something is going on under the table. What's going on is Miss Bartlette is playing a game of footsie, literally sticking her foot into Stian's groin and grinding her toes against
his dick.
"I can't wait till you are done shooting scenes with that older woman," Miss Bartlette says. "Once this ship goes down we'll be spending a lot
more time together on the Island."
The young actress must be referring to the scenes about to be shot with Mrs. Sophia. Is the not a teenager yet Miss Bartlette acting like a jealous
suitor? Do twelve year old actresses actually compete with thirty year olds for the attention of fourteen year old boys? Sitting next to the actress
Mary-Anne is still looking under the table, actually leaning way down to peer under the table and the towel.
"This ship may go down, but Stian's dick never does," and this sets off a simultaneous burst of laughter from both girls.
The dick may have been soft a couple minutes ago, but the rubbing it's getting from Miss Bartlette's big toe has it springing up hard once more.
All that moving around is making the towel start to loosen. For the next couple minutes Stian tries to finish his lunch, while occasionally glancing
around the room to see if others have noticed the surreptitious game going on. Instead of cloak and dagger it's a game of cock and digit under
the table, and that big digit of a toe has gotten Stian's cock all fully erected, pushing up on the front of the towel as if some bizarre creature is stirring and needs to head out to scavenge for food.
All the food is not eaten, but Stian can't take this anymore. He grabs the tray, grabs the drink cup, and he scoots back to clear the table so
he can stand up. The towel is a little loose. Looking down there is a big tent pole poking straight outward, but both of his hands are occupied.
He manages the delicate balancing act of getting up, but upon turning and taking the first step away from the table, something grabs the bottom
of his bath towel. Stian's next step has him moving away from the table, but what grips the towel doesn't move and the yank pulls the towel off.
The towel hits the floor, well half the towel did. The upper half of the bath towel is still suspended in the air by a foot bigger than the one
Stian expected. It was Mary-Anne who had the length of leg needed to reach all the way across from the other side of the table. This foot
retracted back toward the other side, dragging the towel along. Stian reaches down for the towel, tries to grab it with the same hand that
holds the drink cup. Of course it was doomed to failure, and on top of not getting the towel back, the food tray in the other hand tips over
and all the uneaten food plops down to the galley's floor.
"Sorry, sorry," Stian shouts out, since he's making a mess he must apologize. However the loud words of remorse only bring attention to him,
and now everyone in the dining area turns to look at the naked star of the movie looking totally embarrassed with a full-blown erection pointing
up. Not knowing what to do, should he run off naked as he is, or are there other options? Running away is admitting defeat and perhaps some
dignity can be salvaged. Stian steps around the table and faces Mary-Anne.
"May I have my towel back, please."
Mary-Anne smiles and she places the middle of the towel over Stian's hard dick. The towel settles down over the erection like the rod of a towel rack. Stian turns and he walks to the counter to lay down his tray, the white towel hanging down in front but only covering up the gap between
his legs.
"I'm sorry again about the mess," Stian tells the galley attendant, as he puts the tray and cup down. Without touching the towel Stian heads for
the exit, the towel still covering the sticking up cock with the rest of his body exposed. Everyone is laughing as the walking talking towel rack
exits the galley.
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Oh wow things just keep getting more and more embarrassing for the boy.
I'm glad to know the clothes being made for Stian are for filming purposes only and not for his personal use, I can't wait for the scene where he finds that out. LOVE the girls teasing him about being nude and his penis, hopefully we get more of the girls trying to get him into trouble and naked. Always love when that happens.
Will Stian have more luck keeping hold of his towel than he does his clothes? It would be a shame if the towel went missing too wouldn't it?....
I'm glad to know the clothes being made for Stian are for filming purposes only and not for his personal use, I can't wait for the scene where he finds that out. LOVE the girls teasing him about being nude and his penis, hopefully we get more of the girls trying to get him into trouble and naked. Always love when that happens.
Will Stian have more luck keeping hold of his towel than he does his clothes? It would be a shame if the towel went missing too wouldn't it?....
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The story is written very well. Personally, I'd like to watch some embarrassing yet intense orgasms from Stian - but of course, this is just my personal taste.
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I'm kind of doing this story similar to a three act play, with a highlight or "Climax" for each main act.
The climax at the hotel was the poor boy splattering all over the pizza box. There is a "Climax" to Act Two which is during filming
on board the cruise ship. There will be a third climax during the filming on the Island. So basically I guarantee three times Stian
will pop his top.
Stian will want to do more than that, but his timing is bad and he usually ends up being interrupted or things are not finished and he
remains frustrated. All he wants to do is find a nice quiet place to be alone with himself, just for twenty minutes or so. What's wrong with
that? But will it happen the way he wants it?
The climax at the hotel was the poor boy splattering all over the pizza box. There is a "Climax" to Act Two which is during filming
on board the cruise ship. There will be a third climax during the filming on the Island. So basically I guarantee three times Stian
will pop his top.
Stian will want to do more than that, but his timing is bad and he usually ends up being interrupted or things are not finished and he
remains frustrated. All he wants to do is find a nice quiet place to be alone with himself, just for twenty minutes or so. What's wrong with
that? But will it happen the way he wants it?
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Re: It's In the Script
It's In the Script
Part 58.
Stian reported to makeup wearing only the bath towel. He plopped down into the chair just as Hermano came waltzing into the
cargo bay. Hermano has headphones on and he's doing a combination of walking and dancing the Rumba. The Rumba features dance
steps with a mostly straight leg combined with sensual hip movements. Hermano danced and swished his hips as he steps over to the
makeup section. Most days Hermano works for hours on keeping the actresses happy and on set in a reasonable amount of time to keep
the director happy. Hermano is the hairdresser, and when he works on Stian it's usually after the makeup girl is finished. Getting hair dressed
is typically a quick and snappy job to get Stian ready to go on the set. A boy's hair can be done in minutes. Either it needs to look neat or
needs to look messy. Either way the look for a boy can be achieved in only a few minutes.
Hermano turns off the music playing on his phone. He takes the headphones off. Without even acknowledging that Stian is sitting in the
makeup chair, Hermano looks at himself in the mirror. For about a minute he fluffs and manipulates the masterful weave of hair on his own head,
probably a unique look nobody else has tried before and having three colors of pink and purple highlights. Hermano is wearing a white with pink stripes tank top, and after fussing with his head he grabs a small scissors. Lifting up his left arm, Hermano peers into the mirror and then he snips
and trims his underarm hair. This is done with the other armpit. Then finally, Hermano turns toward Stian.
"You got here early today. The other girls are having a meeting with the Department Headcase. I'll be doing your makeup today in addition to
touching up your hair. If you want to take the towel off now that is fine. Or you can take it off after I apply your makeup."
Hermano speaks with a strong Central American accent. Maybe it was Colombian. Stian doesn't know which exact country, and sometimes it's hard to understand every word, but Stian clearly heard the hairdresser say "Take off your towel". This has Stian slightly alarmed. Stian knows that in
the movie business any men who are hairdressers, makeup artists, or do wardrobe design are most likely guys who are gay. All the vibes Hermano gives off do nothing to dispel the notion that he prefers the lads over the ladies.
"Ummm...what do you mean, take off the towel. Why would I take it off?"
"After you got your Willy Wonka bar shaved and hair creamed...I wish I was on the set that day, and you look so smooth and lovely my dear...well,
it's all our jobs to keep you clean as a slippery dolphin. That's what Mrs. Flanders wrote in the memo she sent to our dear Department Headcase.
Each day you are here for your makeup and hairdressing, each one of us is responsible to ensure you have no little hairs showing up on your body.
Not anywhere, and I'm going to be thorough in following through with the instructions."
Hermano reaches down to take hold of the front of the towel. Stian places his hands in the way, holds onto the towel for dear life.
"Okay, suit yourself. You can only delay the inevitable for so long," Hermano says as he turns toward a counter. He picks up some brushes and
a face powder. The powder isn't to make Stian look whiter than he already is. It's to prevent glare from the bright lights, especially when the
humidity and high temperatures make an actor sweat. "I've never done epilation on an actor before, well, not below the beltline. Some actors
need a little hair removal at the upper chest near the neckline, or the back of the neck and sometimes on the shoulders. So many actors today
want to look baby smooth. Not like the famous ones from the 70's. You never saw Burt Reynolds or Sean Connery get shaved on their bodies.
Men were manly back then and they didn't run from the hairy chest look," and Hermano leans in close to whisper..."Personally though...I prefer
the smooth look. Brad Pitt is as hairy as I like to look upon. Now that's a chest I'd love to shave. They made him look so hot in that "Troy" movie.
And him wearing that ancient Greek miniskirt, so sexy," and Hermano leans down to grab the bottom of the towel. "You have nice legs, Stian.
Someday you will look just like Brad Pitt," and Hermano slides the towel up past the knees and he rubs Stian's right thigh.
"Can I borrow that phone of yours," Stian asks.
Hermano looks disappointed, but he turns toward the makeup counter to pick up the cell phone. There is one person Stian can call in case of
emergencies. Thankfully that person answers...
"Mrs. Ginger. I'm down in cargo bay one. Yeah, I'm getting my makeup done. Could you come down here with the screenplay. There are some
lines I can't remember. Could you please go over them with me?...you'll be down in a few minutes? Thanks. You're wonderful Mrs. Ginger."
Hermano looks doubly disappointed. "Your next scene you are with the Lady Verona, right. That'll mean nice hair style today. I'll get right to it
Mr. Strickland."
It had been a while since anyone called him Mr. Strickland. It was a sign that Hermano felt rebuffed, and in some ways Stian felt sad about that.
Hermano is such a nice and easygoing fellow. But it did point out that as the lead actor in this movie Stian did have some power and influence,
especially when he has Mrs. Ginger as his enforcer.
A few minutes later Mrs. Ginger arrives with the screenplay notebook in hand. She stands by the chair and reads the lines as Stian gets his hair
made nice for the upcoming scene.
"Hermano, can you do me a favor. Since I'm busy with script practice with Mrs. Ginger, you'll just have to do the hair inspection while she's
reading to me. And make it quick."
"Yes Mr. Strickland," Hermano says, and the hairdresser is finally allowed to take Stian's towel away and inspect the boy's crotch for any unsightly
sprouting of pubic hair. Fortunately only a few strands are visually noticeable, and these are quickly removed with a tweezer. "Would you like
me to rub some hair cream on you Mr. Strickland?" Hermano asks with a hopeful voice.
Stian has no intention of letting Hermano rub cream on his crotch, not if he can avoid it. Having the regular makeup girl do that is embarrassing
enough. He's able to get the makeup/hairdo/hair check wrapped up with minimal manipulations to his manhood. The only time Hermano
touched him was to lift the penis to check all the way around the base. With the intimidating Mrs. Ginger right there, Hermano didn't have any
more witty remarks or comments about how he'd love to wax men's bodies. But the look in the hairdresser's eyes said Hermano desired to get his hands on this young actor's hair producing body parts someday soon, and all alone next time. Stian was thankful for the arrival of Mrs. Ginger and offered thanks several times. "You owe me one" Mrs. Ginger whispers to him and for once Stian enthusiastically agrees, though knowing owing
something to his Tutor/Mentor is likely to produce some measure of embarrassment in its own right.
Part 58.
Stian reported to makeup wearing only the bath towel. He plopped down into the chair just as Hermano came waltzing into the
cargo bay. Hermano has headphones on and he's doing a combination of walking and dancing the Rumba. The Rumba features dance
steps with a mostly straight leg combined with sensual hip movements. Hermano danced and swished his hips as he steps over to the
makeup section. Most days Hermano works for hours on keeping the actresses happy and on set in a reasonable amount of time to keep
the director happy. Hermano is the hairdresser, and when he works on Stian it's usually after the makeup girl is finished. Getting hair dressed
is typically a quick and snappy job to get Stian ready to go on the set. A boy's hair can be done in minutes. Either it needs to look neat or
needs to look messy. Either way the look for a boy can be achieved in only a few minutes.
Hermano turns off the music playing on his phone. He takes the headphones off. Without even acknowledging that Stian is sitting in the
makeup chair, Hermano looks at himself in the mirror. For about a minute he fluffs and manipulates the masterful weave of hair on his own head,
probably a unique look nobody else has tried before and having three colors of pink and purple highlights. Hermano is wearing a white with pink stripes tank top, and after fussing with his head he grabs a small scissors. Lifting up his left arm, Hermano peers into the mirror and then he snips
and trims his underarm hair. This is done with the other armpit. Then finally, Hermano turns toward Stian.
"You got here early today. The other girls are having a meeting with the Department Headcase. I'll be doing your makeup today in addition to
touching up your hair. If you want to take the towel off now that is fine. Or you can take it off after I apply your makeup."
Hermano speaks with a strong Central American accent. Maybe it was Colombian. Stian doesn't know which exact country, and sometimes it's hard to understand every word, but Stian clearly heard the hairdresser say "Take off your towel". This has Stian slightly alarmed. Stian knows that in
the movie business any men who are hairdressers, makeup artists, or do wardrobe design are most likely guys who are gay. All the vibes Hermano gives off do nothing to dispel the notion that he prefers the lads over the ladies.
"Ummm...what do you mean, take off the towel. Why would I take it off?"
"After you got your Willy Wonka bar shaved and hair creamed...I wish I was on the set that day, and you look so smooth and lovely my dear...well,
it's all our jobs to keep you clean as a slippery dolphin. That's what Mrs. Flanders wrote in the memo she sent to our dear Department Headcase.
Each day you are here for your makeup and hairdressing, each one of us is responsible to ensure you have no little hairs showing up on your body.
Not anywhere, and I'm going to be thorough in following through with the instructions."
Hermano reaches down to take hold of the front of the towel. Stian places his hands in the way, holds onto the towel for dear life.
"Okay, suit yourself. You can only delay the inevitable for so long," Hermano says as he turns toward a counter. He picks up some brushes and
a face powder. The powder isn't to make Stian look whiter than he already is. It's to prevent glare from the bright lights, especially when the
humidity and high temperatures make an actor sweat. "I've never done epilation on an actor before, well, not below the beltline. Some actors
need a little hair removal at the upper chest near the neckline, or the back of the neck and sometimes on the shoulders. So many actors today
want to look baby smooth. Not like the famous ones from the 70's. You never saw Burt Reynolds or Sean Connery get shaved on their bodies.
Men were manly back then and they didn't run from the hairy chest look," and Hermano leans in close to whisper..."Personally though...I prefer
the smooth look. Brad Pitt is as hairy as I like to look upon. Now that's a chest I'd love to shave. They made him look so hot in that "Troy" movie.
And him wearing that ancient Greek miniskirt, so sexy," and Hermano leans down to grab the bottom of the towel. "You have nice legs, Stian.
Someday you will look just like Brad Pitt," and Hermano slides the towel up past the knees and he rubs Stian's right thigh.
"Can I borrow that phone of yours," Stian asks.
Hermano looks disappointed, but he turns toward the makeup counter to pick up the cell phone. There is one person Stian can call in case of
emergencies. Thankfully that person answers...
"Mrs. Ginger. I'm down in cargo bay one. Yeah, I'm getting my makeup done. Could you come down here with the screenplay. There are some
lines I can't remember. Could you please go over them with me?...you'll be down in a few minutes? Thanks. You're wonderful Mrs. Ginger."
Hermano looks doubly disappointed. "Your next scene you are with the Lady Verona, right. That'll mean nice hair style today. I'll get right to it
Mr. Strickland."
It had been a while since anyone called him Mr. Strickland. It was a sign that Hermano felt rebuffed, and in some ways Stian felt sad about that.
Hermano is such a nice and easygoing fellow. But it did point out that as the lead actor in this movie Stian did have some power and influence,
especially when he has Mrs. Ginger as his enforcer.
A few minutes later Mrs. Ginger arrives with the screenplay notebook in hand. She stands by the chair and reads the lines as Stian gets his hair
made nice for the upcoming scene.
"Hermano, can you do me a favor. Since I'm busy with script practice with Mrs. Ginger, you'll just have to do the hair inspection while she's
reading to me. And make it quick."
"Yes Mr. Strickland," Hermano says, and the hairdresser is finally allowed to take Stian's towel away and inspect the boy's crotch for any unsightly
sprouting of pubic hair. Fortunately only a few strands are visually noticeable, and these are quickly removed with a tweezer. "Would you like
me to rub some hair cream on you Mr. Strickland?" Hermano asks with a hopeful voice.
Stian has no intention of letting Hermano rub cream on his crotch, not if he can avoid it. Having the regular makeup girl do that is embarrassing
enough. He's able to get the makeup/hairdo/hair check wrapped up with minimal manipulations to his manhood. The only time Hermano
touched him was to lift the penis to check all the way around the base. With the intimidating Mrs. Ginger right there, Hermano didn't have any
more witty remarks or comments about how he'd love to wax men's bodies. But the look in the hairdresser's eyes said Hermano desired to get his hands on this young actor's hair producing body parts someday soon, and all alone next time. Stian was thankful for the arrival of Mrs. Ginger and offered thanks several times. "You owe me one" Mrs. Ginger whispers to him and for once Stian enthusiastically agrees, though knowing owing
something to his Tutor/Mentor is likely to produce some measure of embarrassment in its own right.
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Looks like it is nearly time for the scene we have all been looking forward to! I can't wait to see what you have been brewing for this.
I hope Mrs Ginger calls in that favour soon, hopefully it is extra embarrassing.
I like we are keeping stian dolphin smooth. Hopefully we get a swimming scene with his dorfal fin sticking out and up while he is doing a backstroke?
I hope Mrs Ginger calls in that favour soon, hopefully it is extra embarrassing.
I like we are keeping stian dolphin smooth. Hopefully we get a swimming scene with his dorfal fin sticking out and up while he is doing a backstroke?
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