Greg and I got off to a great start together. I was a vice president of acquisitions for a middle sized firm in our area and as such I was able to support us both on just my income. This meant that Greg got to keep house for us which meant he and his buddy Carlos spent much of the day tooling about and getting into moderate amounts of trouble. Fortunately Greg had a decent head on his sexy broad shoulders and he managed not to spend too much while I brought more money home.
Carlos, on the other hand, was another story. There wasn’t a wild story that didn’t catch his attention and I found myself helping him and Greg out of situations that I felt Greg should’ve known better than to get involved in. Prime example was the fiasco involving raising Shar-peis. He was absolutely certain that these were the next dog breed to be internet cuties and decided to spend two grand apiece for a pair. Only the silly queen ended up buying two males who might’ve mated a lot, but we’re never going to produce a litter. From my business contacts I found willing purchasers who took them off his hands at four hundred each.
They both felt kind of foolish but I couldn’t stay angry at them over anything. That’s why when Carlos said he found a way to help pay me back for all the help I’d given him, I was at first dubious of the success, but when he and Greg came home from their first night’s venture, each with fifty bucks, I had to step back and give them credit.
Turns out that Carlos found a research lab for a skin care company that needed test subjects for their new products. They were bound by a NDA so they couldn’t tell me all the details of their position, but basically they harvested steroidal compounds from animals and applied it to the skin to see the results. They varied the effects of certain diets to determine the best results with the desired outcome.
Greg and Carlos were responsible for harvesting these steroids through corporate methods and then having it applied to their bodies. As the current batch was for a thick cream called Facial, and was being tested on their cheeks. I could see the dried remains on Greg’s cheek and he had a bit of a rosy glow that I didn’t remember when he left to go to work.
The bottom line was that he and Carlos had passed the initial night of experimentation on multiple test subjects, designed to get a random sampling from multiple sources, supposedly to get a better generic effect on the populace. All I knew was that these two knuckleheads were milking some lab animals and then applying this mixture to their faces to see the effects. And they got paid fifty bucks to do it. And they wanted them to return for the foreseeable future on a three days a week schedule. $150 to make a face cream and apply it… sounds like a job they could handle.
I just enjoyed my three nights to myself as they went out making some spending cash. And judging by the big smile in Greg’s handsome face he liked earning his extra money. Personally I couldn’t see that much of a difference in their cheeks, but if these corporate guys were willing to pay them to play makeup party, who was I to question.
Three months in it was almost like it was always this way. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I would have a quiet evening until nine o'clock when they finished and came home.
It happened in June when a wrench gummed up things, a Monday night I was expecting to see Greg and kiss his handsome face, which seemed to have a constant smell about it that I couldn’t define. Something in that cream, whatever it was, was very familiar. I do admire Greg for being able to keep the info a secret. I never would have thought he was able to control it, but I still didn’t know what it was!
His beard stubble held the scent though and I often sensed a salty nutty taste when I kissed his cheek but nothing concrete. When he failed to get home by ten O'Clock I began to worry. He said that the boss told him that they were beginning a new line of creams aimed at niche markets called BBC. Because he and Carlos had done so well so far, they had managed to catch the attention of the big bosses and had been promoted to this new line. It also meant that they would be pulling in a hundred bucks every shift as well. I teased him saying that it sounded like they were selling big black cocks instead and he just got indignant like he had a claim in the product. I told him to have a good shift and that I looked forward to seeing his smiling face when he got home. Now an hour overdue and I was beginning to feel a bit uneasy. When eleven came and still no news, I called his phone to check on him. The phone went straight to voice mail.
I went online to his email to find out what I could. Turns out the company he works for, Big Daddy Creams, wasn’t listed online, but I found an email from his boss, Chris. It simply stated what I already knew, that he was chosen to be in the BBC line for a new hemorrhoid cream and would be receiving the adjusted pay rate.
Hemorrhoid cream, well that explains his attitude with me. I still didn’t like that I hadn’t heard from him though. I got the address from a note he had written down and decided to go there and check on him. When I got to the dark warehouse, I saw his two year old Lexus parked in a lot, but it was stripped of parts. I went to the door but it was shut up tighter than a drum. I beat on the door to no avail before calling the cops.
Turns out that they had seen this same modus operandi worked out before. Attractive young men disappear after working for temporary research facility. The last time was six months ago on the west side of town where three college guys were taken while supposedly undercover investigating a gay bar that was suspected of underage clientele.
They took my statement and collected the car remnants with the instructions that I was to report back if I heard anything,
By the time I got home I was feeling lost. I drank a bottle of beer and before turning in,,I checked online once more. To my astonishment there was an email addresses to Greg with the body message alerting me that I was the intended recipient.
I opened it to find a short note stating that Greg would not be returning home. He had successfully completed his run on the new product line and the clients were so impressed with his abilities as well as his handsome body and face that they made an offer to purchase him as well the two others for their stable of sluts.
I was unsure of his status the first shift when we had him sucking the cocks of the clients to extract the face cream, as he was unable to stop himself from swallowing the loads, instead of having the men paint his face white, but the clients were impressed with his desire to please them. It took three cocks before we were able to finally see his face bearing a load. It was magical. In fact, everyone took another trip through his rotation. After the first week he had the highest satisfaction ratings from our regular team of sperm donors.
There was a picture here showing my baby with a recently extracted load on his smiling face while he still held the recent cock that erupted into his face.
This led to him being selected by our latest round of investors when we invited them to see our team of sluts. They were impressed by the full lips and handsome faces but this group were interested in round asses to stuff. So we had our team switch to a hemorrhoid cream and well, the clients were more than excited after sampling the sluts. They bought the whole team and had them relocated to their new African home. I hadn’t worked this particular group before, but I had heard they were well known for procuring attractive white twinks for rent to the hardcore nationalists over there. They were heading to a tattoo shop to mark their new property before they fly out.
I also sold the vehicles in the lot to our local street thugs. I got fifty bucks per car and I didn’t even have to deal with stripping them down. Should’ve seen those busy fuckers go!
Don’t bother trying to trace this email or the business, as I’m sure by now you figured out that it wasn’t a real one after all. The burner account I’m sending this from will be deactivated as well. You can try interpol but by the time they ever find your slut, he’ll be sexually used up, wasted on the cheap local drugs, and probably carrying a variety of STDs. One last thing, Slut’s final paycheck will be mailed to your address. My advice? Get on with your life and don’t let your next slut go out alone.
Daddy
