MCP Research Institute - Detainment The Hackers

Author: tomozco
Title: MCP Research Institute - Detainment: The Hackers
Date: 02 April 2017

MCP Research Institute - Detainment: The Hackers

Devon Millcreek has not left his apartment for the last two days, going on and off between random sleep breaks, snack breaks and getting back on his computer. The newfound challenge of trying to crack into the system of this MCP Research Institute has taken all his time.

It's been almost six months since Daniel's accident, and Devon is relieved to finally see Derek getting back on his feet, going back to work and getting on with his life. Devon and Derek have been best friends since their first year in high school. They were in the same class, and since their names are so similar, the two always ended up next to each other and over time they have become best friends to this date. Devon was also by Derek's side when Mr & Mrs Millwood passed away a couple of years back. His family even took in the Millwood brothers for some time until Derek went to university and eventually moved out on his own with Daniel. So Devon is as much a friend and another brother to both Derek and Daniel.

It was a shock to Devon as well when he got the news about Daniel, but it was even more heartbreaking to see Derek's pain when Devon showed up at his apartment. Devon stayed with his buddy throughout the aftermath and all of the legal processes. The search and rescue effort lasted about a week, and when they finally reached the crash site, the authorities concluded pretty quickly that there could be no survivors since the plane appeared to have smashed into the mountain peak at high speeds, completely disintegrating everything. The reported pictures only showed a spread out field of tiny debris, where nothing could be associated with any discernable objects. The subsequent incident investigation went on for about three months, at the end of which it was concluded that the plane suffered an electrical failure onboard. This compromised the avionics, disengaging the autopilot and causing the plane to lose control and flying into the mountainside. The legal process took another month and a half to close the case, where the court ultimately ruled it was an accident, though the MCP Research Institute, which was the firm inviting and hosting the McKinley College baseball team for the vacation, agreed upfront to settle the case and offer a very generous compensation to each player's family.

It was all kind of a blur for Derek throughout. His mind was completely empty, and all he cared about was to hide away from the problems. Others would think that he might have gone crazy, but Derek refused to believe that Daniel is dead. His intuition is convinced that his little brother should somehow still be alive somewhere and he must find out where he is and bring him back. Especially after discovering the strange coincidence and connection of MCP Institute and the missing athletes, Derek is even more determined that there must be more than meets the eye with this company. He realizes that the normal approaches to investigate this extremely discreet organization wouldn't be effective in picking through any layers of disguise, so he enlists the help of his buddy Devon to try and crack through the backdoor.

Devon is a computer programmer by trade who runs an online programming and web design business with his two roommates, Scott and Eric. Like most IT entrepreneurs, they met during university and started the business together since that time. On the side, however, the guys are also skilled and experienced hackers. It is mostly for the thrill and challenge, but also occasionally for their own benefit.

Devon didn't show much interest when Derek first asked him about two weeks ago since he didn't really want his best friend to become obsessed with this conspiracy idea. But when Derek continued to beg him desperately to break into that company, Devon reluctantly agreed to take a look for him, expecting it'd be a pretty standard hacking job and there wouldn't be much surprise to find.

However, as soon as he encountered a security firewall system that is highly similar to that used by the military, Devon was intrigued by the seemingly unnecessary high level security for such a typical research institute. Excited by this newfound challenge, he quickly brought this up to his roommates, although Scott was a bit apprehensive about it. They mostly only do hacking for the fun of it, but seeing this military level security, Scott, always the more cautious of the trio, was not sure if this is something bigger than they could handle and he doesn't want to risk getting into trouble with the authorities. However, Devon and Eric, being the more adventurous ones, talked Scott into it and reassured him that they will play it safe and only go in for a quick peek.

With Scott's worries settled, the trio set to work to study possible ways to break into the MCP Institute's system. In between their business work, they spent about a week and a half in studying their target and researching on ways to decode similar security setups. It really was much more sophisticated than they had expected, but the challenge only gets them more excited in wanting to tackle it. If they succeed, it would be quite a feat for them to brag about and to make a name in the hackers circles online.

Derek has been back to work at full capacity, and he is really thankful for his boss, Rob, at being so accommodating in the last few months. With the workload quickly picking up again, Derek found that it does help him put aside the negative feelings as he fully immerses his mind back into the work. However, his quest to investigate MCP Institute is not forgotten, and he is still convinced that this will lead to something that will help him reunite with Daniel, which Derek still has strong feelings that he is still alive. He is particularly very grateful that Devon and his friends have all gotten onboard to help him out on this. Devon has always been around and so supportive whenever he needed it, Derek doesn't even know how much more he could thank his best friend for everything all these years.

About another week later, Devon is still sitting at his computer, having worked all day decoding the maximum security firewall of MCP Research Institute. Between Scott, Eric and himself, the three roommates have been working on rotation round the clock on this possibly their hardest hacking job yet. From experience, they know that this is a very delicate but long process, and they have to be very patient and focused. Regardless, Devon is confident that they have refined their algorithm and should be very close to breaking through soon.

It is way past midnight and the evening has quieted down outside and inside Devon's apartment. The only sound around Devon's room is the buzzing of his overworked computer. Both Scott and Eric are asleep in their rooms and Devon is closed to dosing off as well. Suddenly, the computer screen got busy and coding on the screen started scrolling at high speed and the computer begins buzzing busily. Devon knows that means he has succeeded, weeks of hard work has finally paid off and he has accomplished his biggest hacking challenge to date. They will be heroes in the hackers' world for the days to come. He immediately jumps out of his chair and out of his room to tell his roommates about the news.

The excited trio quickly gather back in Devon's room, just in time for the computer to complete its job. The MS-DOS screen stopped at the last line: "Override successful" before flipping to a new screen with the unmistakable title: "MCP Research Institute File Server".

The guys erupt in cheers and high-five each other for a great job finally done. Scott, the more level-headed of the team, takes control of the computer to wander around the internal file network of the company. They have to stay very "low key" in their search and must move quickly in and out of the server before they could be traced by the security system. Devon took this moment to immediately call up Derek to tell him about it, he did not let his own pride overshadow the initial purpose of this job. But then he realized that Derek has told him that he will be away on a work trip and won't be back for another week. That sucks, but Devon still decided to leave him a voicemail anyway to share the achievement with his buddy, at least that should bring him some positive news.

The trio is now focusing on doing a very quick scan through the directories to search for any documents that might give them any clue in relation to all of the dead or disappeared athletes that Derek has mentioned. Not really sure what they should look for, Scott just randomly roam around the server and only stumble upon lab data and reports, and some folders called "Production Units Stats", which only contain a series of tables tallying some "production counts" and "volumes" that the guys have no clue of what those mean. They were perhaps hoping to find some accounting reports which would hopefully, like in the movies, contain some inexplicable transactions that would match up to some human trafficking scheme or something. Unfortunately, reality is not as easy and exciting.

Failing to find anything interesting, Scott is ready to pull out when he saw a file called: "Shipment Preparation". He decides to open it to check out its contents. As soon as he opened the file, a video clip starts playing on the screen, and Eric decides to turn on the speakers to listen in. It appears to be some generic promotional video about this MCP Institute, complete with the cheesy music and dramatic announcer voice. Normally, they would have shut it off already. However, for some reason the guys feel their attention is completely drawn to the video, focusing on the screen and the cheesy background music. They did not realize that they have inadvertently stumbled upon the training video that is shown at recruitment centres to the prospective production unit recruits, which also contains a hypnotic control embedded within. As the video progresses on, Devon, Scott and Eric are helplessly drawn into the hypnotic training of the video and their subconscious minds are slowly taken over by the mind control as they gradually dozed off. With no one to shut if off, the video is automatically replayed to the three friends in a loop over and over again, thereby reinforcing the mental training repeatedly.

Just before the break of dawn, a black windowless van pulls up to Devon's apartment building. Three large muscular men, dressed identically in black full-body rubber bodysuits, step out of the van and quietly make their way up to the apartment. Upon entering the apartment, they found the three hackers still slumped in front of the computer in Devon's room, lost in a deep hypnotic sleep induced by the repeated runs of the training video they had hacked into hours earlier. The video has stopped playing long ago, and the computer screen has turned dark after the Institute's security system has cut the hackers' connection, but none of the three guys were aware of it at all.

Once Devon, Scott and Eric have been unexpectedly put under by the video, within 15 minutes, the security system detected the breach and was able to trace down the source within half an hour. The security team at the headquarters immediately dispatched staff from the nearest local recruitment centre, and two hours later, they have located Devon's address and are now inside his home.

The rubber-suited men wasted no time and quickly laid out on Devon's bed a large leather duffel bag and pulled out a black rubber bodybag from within, which was also unfolded out on the bed. While one of the captors prepares the gear on the bed, the other two grab one of the three sleeping men, Eric, over to the bed. They quickly strip him of his clothes and proceed to fit Eric's naked body into the rubber bodybag through its back opening, starting from his feet. The upper body comes with straightjacket sleeves, where Eric's arms are fitted into by the rubber men. They quickly zip up the bodybag up to Eric's neck and then strap up his arms tightly around his torso. Lastly, one of the men pull out a rubber hood with built-in gasmask with covered eyesight. They pull the stretchy hood over Eric's head and then secure it to the bodybag to form a complete seal, transforming Eric into a full black rubber doll. Finally, the men push their victim's body into the duffle bag, until Eric is sitting in a fetal position inside the bag. The rubber men pull his breathing tube out through the opening at the top and close the bag pulling on the leather straps around the opening.

Since they did not expect to be dealing with three victims, two of the rubber goons carry Eric's bagged body down and out of the apartment building into their van, and then come back with two more sets of the same bodybag restraints, while the third one guards the remaining two hackers. Soon, both Scott and Devon are similarly stripped, wrapped and bagged, and taken out into the waiting black van. Since the three of them have fallen into such a deep trance by the repeated training video, none of the three friends ever realize what happened to them or even had a chance to put up any fight with their kidnappers.

By the time the day has become fully bright and the first early risers are just starting their day, the black van has already quietly pulled away from the street. Inside the van, three large leather duffel bags hang from hooks in the ceiling at the back of the vehicle. The breathing tubes protruding from each bag are connected to a gas tank at the left side of the van. It contains anaesthetic gas which is being fed to Devon, Eric and Scott to keep them sedated to ensure a smooth delivery process.

Once they have been transported to the MCP Institute facility, the three are being prepared for incarceration and production like all other recruits. However, Dr. Roberts requested that their feeding tube be inserted last as he would like to briefly interrogate these cyber trespassers before sending them to their eternal rubber prison.

Dr. Roberts enters the "dressing room" just as the attendants finished putting Devon, Eric and Scott into their tight rubber bodysuits and VR headsets, save for the mouth tubes. Once they have been securely restrained in the body harness of the unit transport rack, the Doctor orders his staff to cut out the anaesthetics and wake the three hackers.

A stimulant gas is introduced into the breathing tubes and three friends gradually rise from their long and deep slumber. All three of them are completely disoriented when their senses returned and realize the sudden change in their environments. Their heads are spinning and their memories just before falling under to the training video that they unintentionally hacked into were a bit fuzzy. However, because of their unintentional hypnosis by the video and subsequently falling into a deep extended trance, the three friends have partially brainwashed themselves and hence did not immediately panic as they wake up to the current predicament. In fact, their minds are still clouded by the now endlessly-looping mind control mantra: "Life at MCP Institute is great...It's fine to have fun with other men, sex with men is wonderful...you love sex with men..."

When they heard the voice in their ears, that deep, commanding male voice, the three of them immediately know that this is the voice that controls them and that will provide them with the "great life" at MCP Institute. They know that they must give their complete attention to it and do as the voice says.

"Who sent you?" Dr Roberts asks as he walks up to the three rubberized hackers.

"Derek, Derek Millwood, sir" the three entranced men responded together. "Derek is Devon's best friend."

It's definitely nothing new in all these years of the Institute's existence, and those nosy people have been promptly "taken care" of by the Doctor without any traces left behind. Yet, he still needs to be cautious to make sure whether these guys' story is genuine or just some baseless prank.

"What does Derek want from us?" Dr. Roberts is a bit puzzled by a seemingly random person targeting his operations.

"He lost his brother Daniel six months ago in a plane crash. He found out that MCP Institute was the organizer of Daniel's trip, and was convinced that MCP had something to do with the disappearance of his brother, as well as a couple of other sports teams. So he asked us to help him hack into MCP's server in hopes of finding any evidence to the disappearances. We all thought he was losing his mind over Daniel's death, but Devon wanted to give his buddy some piece of mind, so agreed to help him out."

Dr Roberts is alarmed by the fact that someone has been investigating his institute and its connection to the disappearances. This is likely more than just a random case of cyber stalking. Daniel....Millwood... Dr Roberts struggled in his head for a moment to try to remember who Daniel Millwood might be and if he was really someone recruited into the Institute. His facility processes so many guys on a regular basis that it's just impossible for him to keep track of all of those admitted in his head. They mentioned an accident and sports team, so this Daniel is probably in one of his Gallery collections. Dr Roberts pulls out a digital tablet and looks up the registry of his Gallery specimens from the last six months...and there it is, Daniel Millwood, of the McKinley College Baseball team. So that means this Derek Millwood is actually up to something. Dr Roberts doesn't know how this guy has found out about his connection with the athletes' disappearances, but this is a bit unsettling for the Doctor and it needs to be taken care of before this guy can do anything to expose his operations.

Once Dr Roberts has drained as much information on Derek's background as the three friends could give (mostly just from Devon, since Scott and Eric only really knew Derek through Devon anyway), the Doctor orders his staff to complete the final preparations of his three victims and send them off to the "Storage Cells".

Had he been in his conscious state of mind, Devon would never have imagined that his physical last words in the conscious free world would be whistleblowing his best friend in life and disclosing his personal information to the evil doctor that, as Derek had correctly guessed, kidnapped his little brother. However, thankfully in a way, Devon will never realize this, nor will he ever get the chance to apologize or warn Derek about this dangerous trap. The staff quickly sedate the three rubber-bound guys again. With clinical skills and precision, they then carefully feed the feeding tube down each of the three guys' throat, along with the rubber mouth-filling gag, and then seal and secure it all to the rubber hood. Once the final procedure is complete, the staff push the transport rack with Devon, Scott and Eric out of the preparation room and follow the Doctor towards the same secure elevator that had also carried young Daniel and his baseball team down to their new eternal "residence" a few months back.

However, Devon, Scott and Eric are not headed for the Galleries where Daniel is. Instead, Dr Roberts is sending the three hackers to the "Storage Cells", which hold the least desirable, or almost unwanted, specimens to the Doctor. In most cases, the "units" stored in this room are people that have been taken into the Institute through the "Detainment" process, like the case of Devon and friends. That is, most of them have been nabbed by the Institute because they posed a security risk to the integrity of MCP's operations. They include law enforcers who tried to investigate on the Institute, trespassers who unfortunately wandered into the facility's grounds and saw what they shouldn't, and basically anyone else who happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time that the Doctor feels would potentially cause headaches to him. The ones that the Doctor would still find attractive and have the necessary qualities to be a "Production Unit" would be sent to the Galleries or Production Cells. The rest of them, which Dr Roberts has no feelings or use for, end up in the "Storage Cells". Because they are the least desirable and most of them end up here because they posed some sort of threat to the Doctor, those placed in the Storage Cells receive the least attention from the Institute. While they are still being maintained in a healthy physical state and are also stimulated for cum production, however, as a small "punishment" for their "crimes" against the Institute, none of the "Units" in storage are subjected to the usual hypnotic mental training prior to their incarceration. As a result, their minds retain their own conscience and feelings, but are then forced to live through the induced life of virtual gay sex, fully aware of the scenarios. One could imagine the torturous feelings that the guys would be put through, like being sentenced to endless gay rapes with no control and no way out, unless the "Unit" is actually gay himself, which might allow him to enjoy easier.

In addition, since these units are not valued to be of adequate standards for production, their cum, generally speaking, is not harvested for sale. Instead, most of the cum collected from the Storage Units is used as a nutritional ingredient mixed into the preparation of the liquid food that feeds all of the Units and Specimens stored throughout the whole facility.

The elevator descends to the Gallery Level 2, which is the second basement level below the main Gallery. Upon arriving, the elevator doors open to a small hallway area. A set of double doors directly across from the elevator is the entrance to the Level 2 Gallery, which contains Dr Roberts' other collection of male specimens, but this is not where the group is heading right now. Instead, the Doctor and his staff pushing the hanging hackers turn to their left and approach another smaller door on the side. Dr Roberts swipes his pass to open the door and the group enters the dark room.

The automatic lights come on as everyone file in and the door closes up behind them, revealing a large room that looks like a small warehouse. There is an open area by the entrance, and about ten feet behind it, are ten rows of what appears to be storage "shelves" placed longitudinally down from the entrance. These "shelves" have two levels and the rows seem to go endlessly into darkness as there is minimal lighting in the storage area at the back. The bi-level shelves actually look like giant bookshelves since they are filled with neatly arranged large identical metal frames that are one-foot thick and seven-foot tall. When the shelves are full with the frames, one wouldn't be able to tell the contents or purpose of these frames, but it becomes much more obvious as soon as one is taken out, just like the three that are now laid out on the floor in the preparation area by the entrance.

The frames are seven-foot tall, three-foot wide and one-foot thick. Each frame is made up of two halves, each of which is a metal frame on its own, with a sheet of thick clear neoprene plastic stretched across; the top side frame is currently placed by the wall behind their respective bottom half on the floor.

One by one, the attendants unhooked Devon, Scott and Eric from the transport rack and place each of their rubberized unconscious body into one of the frames on the floor. The staff carefully adjust the bodies atop the clear neoprene sheets into a relaxed pose: legs slightly apart, arms at ease on the side, slightly away from the body, hands facing up. Once they are satisfied with the bodies' position, the staff members then go about connecting all of the loose tubes and wires from each body into the corresponding points built into the insides of each lower frame. The air and feeding connections and the wiring feed for the VR and stimulation gear are above the head, while the discharge valves for the cock and ass tubes are located at the bottom by the feet.

After making sure that all of the connections are made and securely sealed, the attendants bring over the top side portion and lower it onto each of the three guys. The top side is pushed down onto the lower half until a click is heard, and then side panels attached to the lower frame are pulled up on each side until those are also clicked in with the top half. The frame is thus locked and sealed, airtight and watertight, securely trapping each occupant within the two sheets of neoprene sheets. Corresponding plug valves on the top and lower side panels allow the tubing and wiring to be connected to the facility's central system. The attendants then pull out a hose from a port hole in the floor next to each frame and plug it into another hole on the side panel of each frame. An attendant turns on a switch inside each port hole and the vacuum hose is activated. Air inside each metal frame is quickly sucked out and the two clear neoprene sheets quickly close in around each rubberized body. The staff move around the frames and use their hands to smooth out the plastic sheets as the air in between is drawn away and they become glued together. Within 20 seconds, the vacuum has drained out all of the air from the frames, and the still unconscious bodies of Devon, Scott and Eric are now permanently trapped between the clear sheets, like a pack of meat, held within their respective frame. The vacuum hoses are turned off and stored back into the ground ports, and the airtight vacuum valve on the frames are closed up as well. The frame is specifically designed to maintain perfect seal to prevent air from seeping into the plastic sheets. The clear neoprene sheets are stretchy to allow good moulding around the body, but is also very tough and resistant to prevent any breaks or leaks, and ensuring the subject within is securely trapped.

Satisfied that his three latest victims are securely held inside their plastic prisons, Dr Roberts asked his staff to wake them up. A stimulant gas is fed to each of the subjects and the Doctor could see the three guys slowly begins to stir, then followed by a sudden jolt, as much as the taut plastic vacuum prison would allow them. The Doctor smiled in satisfaction at the effectiveness of another of his devious devices.

A stinging smell brought Devon back to his senses slowly. Fully awake again, and no longer under the hypnotic influence of the training video, his last conscious memory was hacking into the MCP Institute's server and checking the files out with Scott and Eric. They stumbled upon a video, but then seem to have fallen asleep afterwards. Devon couldn't recall what happened after opening the video; he seems to have some vague memories about someone asking him about Derek's investigation...or was it just a dream? He tries to move and sit up but panics as he suddenly realize he couldn't move, see, hear or speak. He struggles with all his might to get up, but fails miserably. His body seems to be held in place by something tight but stretchy that holds him down evenly all over with nearly zero possibility for movement. As he continues to struggle and try to make sense of his sudden predicament, an imposing, deep voice booms into his ears:

"Welcome back to reality, gentlemen," Dr. Roberts announces into the speakers of his three victims, "but that won't be for long. I feel that I should make you aware of the consequences of your unlawful attempt to breach into the computer system of our Institute. I admire your great heart in helping out your best friend, and I must admit that you guys are very skilled hackers for being able to break through our security systems. However, MCP Institute is top security classified facility and such trespassing activities cannot be tolerated. It's just too bad that those skills and intelligence of yours won't be of much use anymore."

The three friends immediately tensed as they heard the Doctor's words; they have been busted! But this place is more than they thought to be...the fact that they are not simply arrested by police, but rather bound and trapped in this strange contraption is sufficient for them to know that they have definitely messed with the wrong people. All three of them struggle vainly in their individual vacuum frame at the realization of their situation. Devon feels horrible at dragging his two buddies into this; he should have listened to Scott earlier! Scott and Eric are in a panic in their wrappings; they thought these things only happen in movies, never in a million years they would have imagined that there are such elusive secret agencies, and they would be caught by them! The three friends pray and beg to be let go and not to kill them, but of course no voice came out of their mouths other than the whizzing of their hyperventilating breaths coming out through the air tubes.

Dr Roberts continues his explanations: "As founder and owner of this Institute, I cannot allow any unsolicited intruders or information breach that might in any way potentially jeopardize the confidentiality of our operations. As such, I have developed our very own special way of dealing with trespassers like yourselves. Now you must be thinking that I will just kill you off and bury your bodies away in the desert," the Doctor laughed sarcastically. "I suppose I could do that, but that would be a lot of hassle for us. Instead, we have more useful ways of keeping you at our facility while also serving a purpose in our operations, as you will find out shortly. Don't worry, there will be no suffering at all, quite the opposite actually, although it usually requires some 'adjustment time' before the subjects get into it. But since you guys have exposed yourself to our training video, it should be much easier for you all to get used to it. I can assure you that it will be a lifetime of pure bliss and ecstasy from now on for all of you. Welcome to your new life, gentlemen!" Dr. Roberts closes off his monologue with the classic stereotypical laughter of the evil doctor, and gestures his staff to finish off the final steps.

Devon was still trying to process and understand what the man was saying when he felt himself being raised from the floor. Rather, it's whatever that is trapping him in place is lifting him up along, until Devon could feel that he is in an upright position. Now his predicament feels even stranger: there seem to be no solid surfaces in front, behind, above or below him (he could wiggle back and forth slightly as far as the sheets allow), as if he is floating mid-air, held in place only by the constant pressure of the material all around him. However, no matter how hard or which way he tries to move, there's not an inch of his body that would budge the slightest.

Dr. Roberts watches on as the three prisoners struggle desperately within the clear plastic layers, so perfectly presented in their separate frames like a piece of art, or more like three fresh pieces of individually packed meat. The attendants activates a small display screen on the side of each frame and enters a commands through the screen. A robotic arm drops down from the ceiling and latches automatically onto Devon's frame and hoists him away towards the storage area.

Devon panics as he suddenly feels himself being lifted up and carried backwards in a swift motion. Despite being blind and deaf in his prison, he could feel that the movement seems to follow a sort of pattern or routing until it slows to a stop. From his knowledge about robotics, he figures that's probably what's carrying him through some preset pathway. Devon next sensed he is being raised vertically again, then some movement he can't really decipher, followed by a click in the frame around him, and then finally it's all quiet again.

Dr Roberts watches on as the robotic arm carries Devon's frame to the back of the third aisle, and then lifts it up to the upper row, where three empty slots await Devon and his friends. As soon as the laser sensors matched the position, the mechanical arm moved the frame sideways into the corresponding one-inch slot designated for Devon Millcreek, or soon to be Storage Unit D-291. The frame slides into place along the guideways above and below until a mechanical click locks it in place and the connection ports at both ends of the frame fit perfectly into the plug-in points built into the supports. Once in place, there is no more than an inch of space between the frames, so their occupants are completely hidden from view on the outside. Inside, Devon's body is facing the frame in front of him, that is the backside of Unit D-290 (a young backpacker from Europe that got lost and stumbled onto the Institute's property two months ago), with only a few inches separating the two bodies. As soon as the first frame is settled, the robotic arm tirelessly went back two more times to collect Scott and Eric, similarly slotting their frames behind Devon, as Units D-292 and D-293. Once all three frames are in place, the connection to the central system is activated and their VR gear and life support systems become alive. The display panel on the side of each frame lights up as well, showing their unit number, vital stats and, most importantly at MCP, the orgasm counter.

*****

Devon was still trying to struggle in dark rubber and vacuum prison when he suddenly finds himself jolting awake on a desk at an office. The office looks vaguely familiar: it was the software developer firm where he worked as an intern during his university days. Devon remembers the same cubicle that he had, but the guys around him are not familiar to him at all. But wasn't he kidnapped by some crazy institute? Hasn't he graduated long ago and running his own programming business with Scott and Eric? Why is he sitting here at his old job? Was that all a dream? Is this a dream?

Confused by his surroundings, Devon turns to the guy in the next cubicle to try and figure out the situation. The guy, a cute standard poster-perfect Californian blond surfer dude, turns over to Devon with a lusty grin and hungry eyes. Feeling uneasy and embarrassed by the guys stare, Devon tries to avoid eye contact, but his wandering eyes stumble upon a sight even more uncomfortable than the guy's expression: the computer screen on this coworker's desk is not showing any emails or programming codes, but it's playing some steamy hardcore gay porn! Devon quickly scans around the room and all the other guys' computers around him are all playing similar things.

His lusty neighbour says: "Hey Devon, since you're the new guy here, we feel that we should all introduce ourselves, and your new workplace, to you so you can get comfortable around here." With that, Devon feels a hand gently caress his shoulder from behind, and he turns around to see the other workers in his aisle already gathered around him, with the same lustful and greedy looks on their faces. Confused and freaked out by this strange environment, but there is also a weird feeling of excitement deep inside Devon's head. The other guys turn his chair around to face them and Devon is still a bit in a state of shock to react. His new cubicle mate is already kneeling between his legs in front of him and starts to rub Devon's legs sensually as he leans forward towards Devon's crotch. Other hands similarly start descending on him, rubbing his body all over, fishing their way underneath his clothes, and loosening them along the way. Devon is quickly dragged into a lost sea of sensual overload, the agile hands and fingers of his new coworkers expertly teasing every inch of his skin all in the right spots and intensity to make his sexual energy surge to the boiling point almost instantly. At this point, Devon sensed some tugging on his pants. He looks down just in time to see his seat neighbour pop out his leaking hard cock and plop in down his throat in one shot. The indescribable feeling of that skillful mouth working away on his cock sends Devon into a sexual frenzy, and he instinctively closes his eyes and throws his head backwards to savour the pleasure. All thoughts of fighting back the sudden homosexual intrusions or escaping this weird place have been overwhelmed by the intense desire to be touched and pleasured. Devon could sense hot breath lowering onto his face, followed by a pair of strong warm lips closing in on his own. He has given up any effort for self-control by now, and so he immediately returns the kiss, desperately hungry for the contact, the pleasure. A far away voice subtly resonates at the back of Devon's head: "Life at MCP Institute is great...It's fine to have fun with other men, sex with men is wonderful...you love sex with men..." It wouldn't really matter, as the Doctor said, they will all eventually fall in line, but at this moment, Devon could not agree more with these words as he shoots his first powerful load down the throat of his coworker. But the fun is not over yet, another coworker quickly takes over the place in between his legs and starts laying his lips and hands on Devon's dick again, while the kiss on his lips is now replaced by a stiff, hot, juicy dick. Devon eagerly opens his mouth a little wider to let the dick push its way in....

******

Dr Roberts made sure that all three latest units are properly installed and activated, and he waited until all three of them shot their first loads before exiting the storage room. Back in his office, he immediately calls in his Investigation team and relays all of the information about Derek Millwood that he got from Devon, Scott and Eric. He must find out how much this guy knows about his operations and stop him before he could cause any damage to his operations. Dr Roberts is not going to let anyone, no matter who, ruin his dream and years of hard work....