MCP Research Institute - Epilogue

Author: tomozco
Title: MCP Research Institute - Epilogue
Date: 09 April 2017

MCP Research Institute - Epilogue


Daniel wakes up and finds himself in his own bed back at the good old apartment where he and his brother Derek live together. Is this a dream, or was it a dream before? He usually don't question where he wakes up each day anymore, but each time he finds himself back in his old home, this though briefly flashes through his mind, but only every so briefly. He knows today is that special day again: that one day that he gets to spend with his brother once in a long while. He can't really tell how long since the last time they saw each other, but every time they get to meet again, it is a special occasion and there is a bit of extra anticipation for it.

Daniel sits up on his bed, naked as usual, and he could smell breakfast being made. He wanders out into the living room and could see Derek making breakfast by the kitchen. Daniel walks up to his brother, who is also in the nude except for his apron, just in time for Derek to turn around.

"Happy Birthday, my little bro!" Derek says with a big smile, followed by a deep birthday French kiss on Daniel's lips.

After a quick passionate lip lock, Derek slowly gets on his knees and swallows his little brother's hard cock in his mouth. Daniel's eyes roll back as he enjoys his big brother's skillful blowjob before shooting a quick, but copious load down his brother's throat.

As soon as he has swallowed Daniel's load, Derek rises and turns back to tend to whatever he was cooking on the stove. His own cock is rock hard as well, forming an obscene tent under the apron. Daniel returns the favour as he lowers himself next to his brother and dives his head under the apron until he finds Derek's dripping cock. Derek tenses up as Daniel swallows his dick and starts bobbing on it expertly. He momentarily forgets about the cooking as he begins humping his brother's mouth, unleashing him too a fast and furious cumshot down Daniel's mouth.

When Daniel rises back up on his feet again, the two brothers share deep passionate kisses again, exchanging the taste of each other's cum. Daniel then bear hugs and lifts his older brother, until his hard (again) cock is lined up against Derek's asshole. He slowly lowers his brother until his cock is fully wedged into the ass, before walking the two of them over to the dining table and lowers his big brother on it. Derek lies down on his back on the table and he could feel Daniel's cock begins sliding in and out of his hole, until it becomes a rhythmic pounding motion. Daniel continues fucking his brother steadily until he releases yet another load into Derek's ass. He slows down gradually to catch his breath for a moment, and also to play with Derek's member in his hands, until it is nice and hard again. Daniel then pulls out of his brother and climbs onto the table until his legs are straddling him. He crouches down facing his big brother and slowly lowers his hole onto Derek's throbbing tool and pushes himself down on it, until his ass is flush with Derek's hip. Holding his brother's hands and staring lovingly into his eyes, Daniel starts fucking himself furiously on Derek's cock, squeezing the dick with his ass muscles, making Derek squeal in pleasure.

"Oh god...I love you Daniel! Fuck yourself on my cock, my sweet little brother!"

"Yeah...I love you too Derek! Ah yes!!!"

And so the Millwood brothers spent the rest of their day together inside their little apartment, lost in an endless stream of intense sex. From table to sofa, on the living room floor, into the bathroom, and then on each other's bed, the brothers celebrated Daniel's birthday in a constant haze of sexual high, going through every corner of their home and every sexual positions possibly imaginable, shooting load after load of cum. It didn't matter how old Daniel was celebrating his birthday for, what time of day it is. Nothing mattered, they only savoured every single moment to be with each other, sharing their seemingly endless passion, energy ....and cum.

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Dr. Michael Lexter is seated in front of the monitoring panel in the control room and smiled satisfactorily as he stares into the two screens in front of him. On the left is the live CCTV feed zoomed in on Unit GA-213 and on the right is the view on Unit GB-196. There isn't much to look at really, as both units are mostly immobile, like all other units, except for a few faint twitches. It doesn't look like anything particular from the outside, but Dr. Lexter knows very well what is going on within the VR world of these two units. They hold a special place in the Doctor's mind because they were his golden ticket for moving up the ranks at the MCP Institute. How can he forget them: Derek and Daniel Millwood. It has already been 25 years since he helped Dr. Roberts at the time to capture Derek, and now he has taken on as the President of the Institute. As a special treat to the Millwoods, Dr. Lexter has ordered the programmers to run a special scenario on both brothers' birthdays every year, where their VR systems would link up for that day and they could spend the day with each other. Today is another one of those days: it is actually Daniel's birthday. He would have been 44 by now in the real world, but in his virtual world, Daniel is still living like that happy 19 year old college kid when he first started at the Institute, and his physical stats are showing him as equivalent to a body of a 30 year old. Similarly for his brother Derek, and most other units in production. The doctor had confirmed over time that because the incarceration slows down their metabolism considerably, while maintained in a highly sterile and preserved environment, the physical aging of the units consequently slowed down considerably as well. Most of them are able to maintain their peak physical fitness much longer (at least in terms of the vital stats data, their appearances remain useen behind the rubber suits) and the relative aging process is at least 10 to 15 years slower than their actual age, resulting in some of the units seemingly outliving the typical human life spans. Dr. Lexter is even considering looking possibly starting soon to market his services into the body preservation business for those few elites who could afford it. It should be a great sale as they won't need freezing and the body and mind remains fully alive. Whether they can be released back to the reality...that's something the doctor will probably keep as "commercial secret".

Dr. Lexter still remembers the transformation of Derek from a straight guy, imprisoned in the torturous virtual world of gay sex, into a completely adapted gay men, all within just a month of being put on the system. The constant intense homosexual erotic scenarios preoccupied his every thought during every waking moment, and the mental exhaustion quickly took its toll on the once determined man, which was a bit faster than both Dr Roberts and Lexter had expected at the time. The doctor is pretty sure that Derek, or Unit GB-196 now, has long forgotten about his previous life, or his original revenge quest that made him cross paths with the MCP Institute 25 years ago. Like all other units at the facility, his only sense in life now is to look forward to the endless chain of sexual encounters everyday and the explosive orgasms that come with them each and every time. It no longer mattered who he is sucking, fucking or kissing, the only thing that Derek would care now is to shoot his load and move on to the next one. So even though Dr. Lexter has programmed for the Millwood brothers to be able to play with each other twice a year, it doesn't really matter to them anymore. While it's true that they still get a little extra excitement each time they "meet" again, but that feeling quickly fades away and is replaced by the same sexual euphoria that they experience on a daily basis with any other male faces that the system assigns to their program.

Dr. Lexter shuts down the monitors and decides to take a walk down to his galleries again. Ever since he has taken over the leadership of MCP Institute from his mentor, Dr. Roberts, just over 10 years ago, the facility has continued to grow and is now nearly double the size from when he first started. The recruit units have grown to over 1000 in production now. A new extension has also been built for the galleries, which is basically a copy of the existing space, built right beside it and connected internally through each of the galleries. Dr. Lexter still takes good care of the collection that Dr. Roberts has started, and adds his own selections over time. Not only out of respect to his mentor, but also for the good of the Institute: these continue to be the top money makers, even though some of the specimens have been "at work" for over 30 years by now.

Speaking of Dr. Roberts, it still remains a bit of a mystery to the staff on the specific reason for his sudden retirement about 10 years ago. Everyone at the Institute was well aware of Dr. Michael Lexter as the rising star and closest right-hand man to Dr. Roberts, but it appeared that Dr. Roberts was still in his prime capacity, fully involved with the facility's operations and hasn't made any hints at possible retirement so soon. But then, one day, the "Father of MCP Institute" seemed to have just called it quits all of a sudden and left only an email memo to all staff announcing his resignation and transferring all his duties, and ownership, of the Institute to Dr. Lexter. There were rumours running among staff that there may have been growing disagreements in the way of working between the two doctors, and Dr. Roberts just decided to throw the towel, or perhaps Dr. Lexter forced his mentor out of the way. No one really knew the real reason for the doctor's surprise departure, Dr. Lexter simply went by the orders of the memo, and no one really dared to ask or challenge the decision, in keeping with the culture of the organization since Dr. Roberts' time. And so Dr. Lexter became the new president and owner of MCP Research Institute, he gave a lot of praise to his mentor for his work, and cherished Dr. Roberts vision and innovation. Since then, Dr. Lexter continued Dr. Roberts mission and carried on with an even more aggressive expansion of the Institute, where it now has become the government's largest secret agency in terms of operating costs and revenues. Dr. Lexter eventually made a name of his own and is now as much a respectable figure as his predecessor in the research field, as well as in the government underworld.

The doctor walks up to the McKinley baseball team display, where everyone is still in the exact same spot, pose and uniform as they were placed in the enclosure. The airtight display case helps keep their gear in fine condition, but regular maintenance is still conducted to upkeep the appearance. Sometimes Dr. Lexter wonders what these once fine young men would be up to today if they were still in their old lives: probably leading a successful carrier, have family and kids (they have still fathered many children over the years, but they would never realize), and maybe getting out of shape by now. But instead, they are being "preserved" in their prime form here, forever in their college age physique and mind, pumping away their precious cum for the benefits of mankind....and the Institute. Dr. Lexter checks out the vital screens and everyone remains at top health, and their orgasm counters steadily clocking up roughly every 10-15 minutes. He is particularly impressed by the coaches' capabilities: they would have been close to 70 in real life, but yet their condition is still more like that of a man in his fifties and they are still capable of producing at a rate of close to once every 20 minutes.

Dr. Lexter continues his way down to the Level 2 Gallery and stops by to check out his good old friend Derek/GB-196. Just like his brother upstairs, the conference room display where Derek is located is still exactly the same as the day he came in, and Derek is still seated at the same spot in the same suit that he last wore from his business trip 25 years ago (although the clothing has since gone out of fashion long ago). The doctor has taken on the habit to come down to look at GB-196 every once in a while, sometimes even talking to him through the glass. Michael sees Derek as his biggest catch in his carrier because he was the defining point in the start of his path up to the top at the Institute, but he sometimes wonders at the back of his mind if he has not subconsciously attached some personal feelings to Derek. Afterall, he was one of the very few victims that Michael had interacted with during his capture and he admired Derek's determination in saving his brother. The doctor wouldn't admit it to himself, but his unconscious actions might have occasionally revealed his own true feelings deep inside: a single gay man in his fifties, while successful and powerful at the top of his carrier, nevertheless feels lonely at times and longs for a someone to share his thoughts and feelings with. Derek/GB-196 may so happen to be that subject of affection, although Derek would never know about it, neither would the doctor ever admit to it.

Stepping away from the conference room display, Dr. Lexter proceeds onto the newer part of the Gallery where more newer displays of other male specimens are set up similarly. At the end of a side hallway, the doctor walks up to an inconspicuous door that is restricted like the main entrance of the gallery. Not many at the facility is even aware of the existence of this door or its attached room, and those very few staff that have seen this doorway do not know of the use of it either since it is strictly off-limits to anyone except Dr. Lexter himself.

Swiping his access card on the reader, the door slides open automatically and Dr. Lexter steps into the adjoining room and the door slides shut immediately after his entry. Once the door locks up again, the lights inside go up to reveal a large square room about fifty-foot by fifty and high ceiling like the rest of the gallery. The walls are completely covered in a layer of thick shiny black rubber. The room is otherwise plain and empty, except for one thing in the middle. Smack in the centre of the black rubber room is a large pedestal, about six-foot tall, similarly covered in shiny black rubber. Atop the pedestal is a black rubber throne, where, what appears to be another production specimen, is locked in a commanding seated position. Like all other units, the man is completely covered in a rubber bodysuit, along with all the usual tubing and VR headset. On top of the rubber suit, the man is dressed in a fine suit and tie outfit, complete with a white doctor's coat on top.

Dr. Lexter walks up to the lone feature in the large room and checks out the vital screen built in near the top of the pedestal. The vital signs are all steady and normal, and the orgasm counter just registered the 27th shot of the day. Below the screen, on the front side of the black pedestal, engraved in gold letters: "Remembering The Great Founder and Father of MCP Research Institute - Dr. Ron Roberts".

Dr. Lexter looks up to the rubber figure seated above, and snickered: "How's it going, Dr. Roberts? Enjoying your retirement? It certainly looks like it on the screen. Don't worry, you still have many more years to enjoy the product of your own creation! I make sure that I'm the ONLY person to personally tend to your needs and well-being, ensuring that you'll stay healthy and shooting actively for as long as I WISH!"

Dr. Lexter's sinister laughter echoed around the large empty insulated room, while the encased body of Dr. Roberts continue to sit passively on his throne, far gone in his gay sex virtual La La Land, shooting his loads. Dr. Lexter continues his monologue: "So you thought you could just use me as another one of your rubber minions around here and think I'll forever stay as your lowly servant and sex slave forever?! You think you could just squash my chances of catching up to your position and you could stay at the helm of the Institute forever?! Well, in a way now I let you keep your highest position and you can stay here as king of the Institute forever! Enjoy the rest of your life, doctor...HAHAHA!!!"

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It is the end of August and almost time again for the start of another school year at McKinley College. Seventeen year-old Jason Carlisle-Reis is one of the freshmen starting his first year at the college. His moms, Maria and Renee, are both successful professional women who have raised Jason with the best resources and did all they could to get their boy into the prestigious school. Jason, for his part, did not disappoint either, inheriting his parents intellectual genes, he has always excelled in school, consistently finishing as one of the top students in high school. He is also an avid fan and player of baseball, which further lines him up with the college. As a result, application was a smooth process and Jason was quickly accepted into McKinley.

Speaking of "moms", by this day and age of Year 2041, the concept of homosexual parents is no longer taboo and quite common and open, although Jason is still considered part of that first generation of children from homosexual households, where same-sex parents conceiving children of their own was less common back then. Maria Carlisle and Renee Reis have been together ever since they first met in university. They were already living together as a couple when they started their careers and then decided to get married as soon as the laws at the time recognized their relationship. By the time they were in their early 30s, the two women have already built a very successful carrier and they decided to have a child of their own. It was not a simple process since they wanted high quality genes and guaranteed anonymity as they didn't want to have any potential liability issues with the biological father. After extensive research, they finally settled on a very exclusive, high end private fertility centre that promised on "guaranteed alpha quality" donors and absolute confidentiality between the parties. The process was extremely professional and attentive, and ten months later, Jason was born.

Back at McKinley College, Jason had just moved into his dorm yesterday and so today he is just spending his day going around campus checking things out around and just soaking in the excitement of college life before classes start next week. He already spent the morning touring around his faculty, meeting some new friends, and just learning his way around. He met another first-year new student who also played baseball in high school and they decided to check out the baseball club by the athletics centre after lunch.

Finding their way to the sports building turned out to be a bit more complicated than they thought, but after some aimless walking and detours, the two finally found a back door through the track field and made their way up to the second floor, where the baseball club and coach offices are located.

Jason and his new friend are just hanging around the hallway, checking out the displayed pictures and other memorabilia of the baseball club, when his friend calls him over:

"Hey, Jason, come over here. Check out this picture, I found a guy that looks almost exactly like you!"

Jason was surprised by his buddy's comment, thinking he was just teasing him. Nevertheless, he wandered over to his friend, who is pointing at an old team picture that is placed in a separate display with special ornaments around it. A banner at the top reads: "A Special Tribute: Our Forever Legend, National Champion 2016". Jason didn't think much about it as he has no idea about the meaning of the message and focuses back on the group photo below. The picture looks already a bit old to him, the team uniform that those guys in the picture were wearing for one is already somewhat different than what Jason knows of the McKinley jersey. Going back to his friend's interest, he followed his finger around the team until he spotted, there, standing fifth from the right in the second row, is indeed a guy that looks perhaps 80% like Jason. Even Jason himself is surprised by the striking similarity: that bright smile, the eyes and the hair. They could have passed for one another on a quick glance.

"Is this your dad?" his friend asks.

"No..." Jason responded instinctively, but then hesitated a bit. "Actually I don't really know. My moms conceived me through a fertility centre, so we have no clue who the donor would be."

"I see. Hmm....well, maybe you have found your answer today." his friend suggested. "Wouldn't it be a wonderful coincidence if this guy is really your dad?! What a small world huh!"

Just then a senior from the team walks by: "Hello gentlemen! Are you guys new freshmen to the school? Are you guys interested in joining the baseball team?"

"Yeah," Jason's new friend responded. "We just wanted to check thing out here as a start, but looks like my buddy may have made some interesting discovery on the side."

"Oh really?" the friendly senior asked. "I just overheard you guys mentioned about your dad. Did one of your dads studied and played at McKinley too?"

"Well...maybe yes and no." Jason answered hesitantly. "Do you know who this guy is? Is there anyway I could perhaps find his current contacts through the alumni? There's a chance that he could be my biological father. I was born through artificial insemination, so I don't know who my male father is."

The senior, puzzled by these kids' claim, looks into the player in the picture then back at Jason, and he too is surprised by the similarities between the two of them. He then looks at names listed below and finds the guy's name: 'Daniel Millwood (19)'.

"No kidding, guys. You do look a lot like that guy in the picture," the senior commented. "However, I'm pretty sure this guy isn't your father. It wouldn't even have been possible."

"Why is that? How do you know for sure?" Jason challenged.

"Well, my dad was a grad student here in 2016 when these guys won the National Championship." the senior explained. "It was really big back then because it was the first time for our college. But my dad told me that, not long after they won the cup, the whole team died in a plane crash on their way to a vacation. It was pretty devastating and my dad said a lot of the other students at the time were quite distressed and in shock by the event and he said the school had to even hire a bunch of councillors to go around campus talking to students for a full year. But anyway, the point is that this all happened like 25 years ago and these guys were already dead a good seven or eight years before you guys were even born, so how could he even possibly be around to donate his seed when you were conceived."

"Really?! Are you sure about that? That sucks." Jason reacted to the shocking story. Now he can see the meaning of that banner above. "In that case, I guess you're right, it wouldn't make sense anyway. Perhaps it's just really a coincidence."

"That's probably it," the senior comforted Jason. "I mean it's a pretty old picture too, so maybe it so happens that his pose turns out to look like you. But it's a real fact that they are not around before any of us were even born, there's also a commemorative plate in the garden by the front entrance of the building. Come on, I'll show you and then I can take you guys around for a quick tour of the athletic facilities and tell you a bit more about our team."

Jason takes one more look at the photo of Daniel Millwood, shrugs it off as his own silly false assumption and follows the senior away on their tour of the campus.


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