Griffin lay naked on the floor in a small room in Basement Two in his father's warehouse; the only thing covering his body was Cream, rubbed all over him. The lights were dim, though Griff saw bright, flashing colourful lights and walls that seemed to be moving in waves.
"Don't worry, Griff," Manny said as he pointed his smartphone, set to camera, at his brother's bare ass. "Kim's coming soon. She wants to have sex with you, though she wants to reverse roles with with you, for a change."
Michael walked into the room. His eyes almost popped out of his head to see--in his opinion--the beautiful naked body of Griff for the first time. He stared at Griff in a lustful daze for a moment, then said, "Manny, I thought I heard groans from another room down the hall. A lot of people...and the door is padlocked shut."
"Don't worry about that, Michael," Manny said, now including Michael in his video recording. "There's Griff, all horny and waiting for you, as I promised."
"Yeah," Michael sighed, getting behind Griffin's ass and starting to unzip his pants. "Hi, Griff. You ready for love?"
"Yes, Kim," Griff moaned, looking back at Michael and imagining he was seeing her.
"Kim?" Michael said with a sneer. "You mean that girl you were with, in her house in St. Catharines, don't you?" He put his hands on Griffin's back, trembling with excitement and anticipation; but he recoiled as soon as he felt a familiar sensation--Cream, and the erotic charge it gives one when the skin makes contact with it. "Manny! He has Cream on him...all over him! You said you wouldn't put it on him, that he really wanted sex with me."
"Well, he was a little harder to talk into having sex with you than I originally thought he'd be," Manny confessed. "What do you care? Fuck him. Enjoy yourself."
"Not if I don't have his consent," Michael said, getting up and zipping up his pants. "I like Griff, but I ain't raping him."
"Oh, come on, you fag," Manny snorted. "Fuck him."
"Why d'you want me to do that?"
"To humiliate him, of course. He stole from me, and betrayed me. I want revenge."
"Gay sex isn't supposed to be humiliating, Manny. And I ain't into S and M-style dominance and submission."
"I let you do me while I was on Cream, didn't I? I didn't care about humiliation."
"Yeah, but you consented. Griff's groaning kinda sounds like those voices I heard back there. They sound mostly like girls. I bet they've all got Cream on 'em, like the girls you said you wanted to use Cream on the day I fucked you. And all those missing pretty girls we keep hearing about in the news: I'll bet those girls locked up in there are the missing ones."
"Yeah, what of it?" Manny asked.
"Manny, you're evil. Your whole Cream business is evil. I've gotta stop you." Michael bent over to pick up Griffin. "C'mon, Griff. I'm gettin' you outta here."
"What makes you think I'm gonna let you take him out of here, Michael? He's my property."
"That's funny. I thought he was your brother."
"Don't make me stop you, Michael. You won't like the way I do that."
"Manny, just 'cause I'm gay don't mean I can't beat your skinny ass in a fight. Now, get outta my way. I'm getting the police."
"I've paid off the cops and the politicians, Michael," Manny said as he put his hand in his jacket pocket, surreptitiously screwing a cap off a jar of Cream, a sizzling, bubbling variation of it.
"I'll find some cops that aren't corrupt, then." Michael was dragging Griff over to the door. Manny was standing in the way. "What are you gonna do, Manny? Rub that shit on me and make me horny enough to rape Griff? Ain't happening."
"Oh, I won't RUB it on you," Manny said, pointing the exposed top of the jar up at Michael's face. "I don't dare touch this stuff. I'm just gonna use it on you like I did on my siblings, many years ago."
"What?"
Manny closed his eyes and scrunched up his face, as if he were in a state of rage and agony. The acidic Cream flew out of the jar and hit Michael in the face, quickly burning it off and eating into his brain. It ate its way down and disintegrated his vocal chords, too. It all happened so fast, Michael didn't even have time to scream.
As Michael fell to the floor shaking and dying, so did Manny fall, his body contorting in an empathic sharing of Michael's agony. Griff also fell onto the floor, on all fours, but luckily didn't feel a drop of that Cream touch his skin.
Michael's corpse lay there with a crater carved deep into his skull, leaving it like a bowl where a face had once been. His whole brain had disintegrated, as had the front of his skull; only the back of his skull was still there, the back interior of it visible.
Manny was gasping and writhing in pain, but he slowly calmed down as the torturous empathy subsided. He staggered as he got up, his heart rate and his breathing slowing down.
"I just remembered...the reason I...never use...those powers, unless I...absolutely need them," he gasped, grabbing Griff by the arms. "C'mon, Griff, into the Cage Room with you. I'll just have to demo you on some other fag. I knew that nigger queer wouldn't go for you all Creamed up. Oh, well." They left the room and went down the hall.
He unlocked the door to the Cage Room, where all that groaning was that Michael had heard before. He opened a small, empty cage, one like all the others, about fifty in all, though all the others had naked 'Commodities' in them, mostly women. He put Griffin in the empty cage, keeping his hand over his face the whole time, and left.
The cages were so small that Griffin and the others couldn't move any more than just a bit of fidgeting. They were locked up like pigs in modern farms. Without toilets, they had to piss and shit right there, and squirm about with their bodies soiled in their own filth.
Whenever Manny demoed them, he had them quickly showered with Creamy soap first, of course, in a showering area at the right side of the room, immediately to the side of the cages. Though the Cream would keep the 'Commodities' immune from disease, the stink was unbearable. The room was also pitch black.