MCP Research Institute - New Acquisition College Baseball Team

Author: tomozco
Title: MCP Research Institute - New Acquisition: College Baseball Team
Date: 02 April 2017

MCP Research Institute - New Acquisition: College Baseball Team

Solicitation

The McKinley College Baseball Team had another great year. For three years in a row, the team won the state championship and made it to the finals at the national level, but finally winning the national college champions this year. The McKinley College has always been a baseball powerhouse historically; they ranked second in the overall amount of national champion titles and are consistently ranked in the top five teams of the National College League. As a result, tons of kids (and their parents) with an interest in baseball fight their way to get into the school so to be able to play on the team. However, to maintain its prestigious name as a college, McKinley College does not only accept students based on their athletic abilities; students must also have bright minds and demonstrate high academic standings. It is therefore a highly reputable college that produces many high quality athletes, as well as many successful professionals across a wide range of fields and industries.

John Bower, the Assistant Coach, is busy going over the massive influx of messages of congratulations and solicitations from fans, parents, politicians, businesses...you name it. As much as he is tempted to roll his eyes and toss them all aside, Coach Bower needs to go through them all, in case there could be potential opportunities for sponsorships or any business collaborations. College sports is very much a big business after all, especially with a highly regarding name like McKinley, so they won't miss out opportunities for any extra sources of income and funding. He sets aside some potential partners which he will bring to the Head Coach, Bruce Watsons, for consideration. At 43, Coach Watsons is two years senior to Coach Bower, and they have both known each other since their time playing in the professional league, some 18 years ago. A McKinley graduate himself, Bruce Watsons had a successful carrier in the pro teams for several years, but injuries caused his time as a professional player to end early. He then began coaching at various schools and smaller leagues before being approached by his alma mater to lead their baseball team about five years ago. John Bower, on the other hand, stayed on as a pro player until he was approached by Watsons to be his assistant coach at McKinley. It's been a dream team since then; Bower had always looked up to Watsons on his skills and game strategies, they work well together and the players respect them a lot. The team is a very tight knit group and there's a strong sense of camaraderie between everyone.

As Coach Bower is gathering his stuff to go meet with Coach Watsons, Daniel Millwood, one of his star players, came into his office:

"Hey Coach, there was a courier guy out there that wanted to give this letter to Head", referring to Watsons, the Head Coach. "Weird guy by the way. He came on a motorbike, but he wore this strange black suit that's smooth and shiny, unlike any bike suits I've seen. He didn't even took off his helmet when he talked to me, then he just left right away once he gave me the letter."

"Hmm...maybe he's an alien drone sent from their mother ship to capture us to do experiments on us," Bower joked, and they both cracked a laughter at that. "There are so many strange people these days that we can't understand. Best to just keep it to ourselves and not judge others, Millwood. I'm going to see Coach Watsons right now, let me take it to him then." With that, Daniel left the letter with Coach Bower and left for the day.

Coach Watsons was just finishing his phone call with the college's Dean when Bower walked in. He motions for Bower to take a seat as he closes out his pleasantries on the phone.

"Start thinking about that new cottage you've been talking about, Bower," said Watsons, "because you and I are getting a big fat bonus cheque this year and another sweet raise starting next year. I'm thinking about shopping for a yacht. I can invite you over and you can take your kids along for a ride!"

"You sure get your way with the Dean everytime, Watsons," Bower teased. "I always wonder if he has the hots for you....you know, what are you guys up to? Hahaha!"

"Hahaha...don't you let Sherry and the kids know about it. I don't want any scandals!" Watsons joked some more.

After the jokes, the coaches quickly got back to business and Bower hands over some of the names that they could possibly do business with. He also gives Watsons the letter that Daniel had handed to him earlier. The header on the envelope has a logo with the name "MCP Research Institute", which neither of them had heard about before. Watsons opens the letter and reads out the contents. It starts off by introducing the company and a background on their research in genetics and biomedical advancements, as well as the enhancement of human well-being and performance through developments in natural improvements of human physiology. The Institute is seeking to partner with top athletic organizations across the country to provide input for their research, and in turn work with the athletes and sports teams to develop natural methods to enhance their physical performances without any use of drugs. As a gesture of appreciation, the Institute is offering an all-expense paid trip to the Institute's private oasis retreat in the desert outback for the entire team to celebrate their win. They are also invited to a friendly game with their employee team during their visit. The letter emphasized that the trip is non-committal, the team will not be obligated to participate in the study program with the acceptance of the retreat offer. The letter closes off with a list of several other sports teams that have participated in their research program in the past, which include athletes in cycling, soccer, football, track, basketball, etc. One that caught Watsons' eyes is the Anderson College Baseball Team, and he sighs at the thought of that team.

Another old teammate of Watsons and Bower, Frank Parley, was the coach of the Anderson team about ten years ago, long before both of them started coaching at McKinley. At the time, Anderson College was the reigning champions of the national league for two years in a row, and Coach Parley was the sought after name in the college baseball circle and the whole team was seen as upcoming stars with promising professional carriers ahead. However, at the end of that season following their second championship win, the whole reportedly perished in a road accident coming back from a friendly match out of town. The reports indicated that the bus carrying the team was travelling along a coastal highway in a rugged terrain during heavy rain and was unfortunately caught by a massive landslide. The police said that the landslide swept the bus off the cliff straight into the ocean. The reports stated that because the water was deep and rough at that location, it was not possible for rescue teams to save the passengers in time and all were presumed to have perished in the accident. They were never actually able to recover the wreckage or any of the bodies, other than some personal effects that seemed to have floated back to the surface over time. Families were devastated and the entire college league was shocked by the sudden loss of all these talented souls. Watsons and Bower were both also deeply saddened at the time by the loss of Parley, who was also a good friend of them. Anderson College did eventually recovered their team standings again, but that particular team had since always been remembered as the eternal heroes of the school.

"So what are your thoughts, Watsons?" Bower's question pulls Watsons out of his memories.

"This MCP Research Institute is looking to work with us to study human genetics and physical improvements, some kind of physiology research I guess." responded the Head Coach. "They are also offering our team a free retreat at their company resort and a friendly with their staff. It sounds somewhat legitimate, I have no problem accepting the retreat, and we can discuss more about the research part later on."

"Sounds good, it's the end of the term anyway and the guys certainly deserve a little extra treat." agreed Bower. "I'll talk to them about it tomorrow morning at practice."

Without surprise, the whole team is excited when Bower mentioned the all-inclusive trip offer the next morning and unanimously agrees to go. The coaches look up some more about this MCP Institute just to make sure they are a real deal. Their doubts were eventually comforted by a number of studies and accreditations that the firm has in affiliation with the government and military forces. With that sense of security in mind, Coach Watsons contacts the Institute to discuss the offer. The spokesperson reassured that the trip offer is purely a gift to celebrate their win and there's no commitment at all to any possible future collaboration opportunities. The person on the line, very polite but somewhat mechanical, confirms the team's arrival date, accommodations, and reminds the coach that, due to limited resources and facilities on their private retreat, only members of the baseball team can be accommodated, spouses or other family and friends would not be able to come along.

Arrival

Daniel is busy doing his last minute packing for the team retreat tomorrow morning. He is really excited to go on this trip to celebrate their first win together, and also to be able to finally get a break from the pressures of school life. Daniel is in his second year at McKinley College, while it has been a great time playing on the baseball team, there is also a lot of hard work that goes into keeping up with his studies. McKinley has a high demand in academic excellence, so Daniel must focus and work hard to stay on top and not let his brother down. His older brother, Derek, has been working really hard to raise him through high school and get Daniel into McKinley. Ever since their parents died in a car accident when Daniel was 15, Derek, who is four years older, has picked up their role in looking after Daniel and does all he could to give his little brother everything he could. The two brothers are the best of buddies and the well-being of each other is the utmost important element for them in this world.

Daniel sends a text message to his brother to tell him about the special retreat with the team and that he would be home later after the trip. He felt slightly guilty inside, since he had originally planned to go back to see Derek, who works as a financial planner on the other side of the country, as soon as the term ends. However, this surprise offer came up for the team and Daniel couldn't pass on the chance to have some good time with his teammates for his own first big win with the team; he's still just a 19 year old kid after all and winning the national championship is a big thing. Thankfully, Derek is cool with that and even encouraged him to go have a well-deserved break. Daniel promises his brother that the trip should be only about a week and he would be home right after. With that, the Millwood brothers said their goodnights and Daniel finishes packing for his trip, as well as packing away the rest of his stuff in his dorm so that he could be on the go as soon as he comes back from the trip.

The next morning, at 7AM sharp, the whole team gathered at the front gate of the school and the private coach sent by MCP Institute pulls up to take its guests on their trip. A man sharply dressed in a black suit steps down from the bus to greet the team and confirms the list of attendees with the coaches. Daniel and the guys went about putting their bags into the luggage hold and then make their way onto the bus. As soon as the man and Coach Bower confirmed everyone's presence, the bus is on its way through the quiet morning streets of the college town. The man in suit welcomes the team and thanked them for accepting his company's invitation. He then informs his guests that the bus would only be a shuttle taking them to the executive airport, where they will then be flown directly to the company resort on a private jet.

Surprise and cheers erupted in the bus upon hearing this news, and the coaches had to call for some order so as not to embarrass the team, although both of them are also excited at the opportunity to fly on a private jet. They have flown on chartered commercial planes during their pro career, but the idea of a private jet is still pretty fancy for them. Daniel couldn't believe his ears, the only air travel he has done in life so far has been flying back and forth between his hometown and McKinley on the cheapest discount flights he could get. So the thought of getting on a private jet is something of a completely different level that he didn't ever imagine would be a reality for him. He high-fives with the others around him and couldn't help but chuckle to himself: "maybe this is what you get for being a national champion."

After a short ride, the bus pulls up to the small private airfield just outside of town, and there, the handsome looking plane is sitting on the tarmac waiting for the team to board. The man in suit leads the McKinley guys towards the plane and some other staff on the field went about transferring their luggage onto the plane as well. Like excited kids on their first trip to Disney, everyone takes out their phones to snap pictures and selfies of the plane as they walk up to it. Daniel didn't pass on the opportunity either, he snaps a few selfies with the jet and immediately sends them over to his brother.

Soon, everyone is settled in the plush leather seats onboard and the jet blasts down the runway and up on its way. Daniel is seated towards the rear of the plane with his best bud Jason Brightman, checking out the scenery outside and chatting about the latest MLB scores. The PA system comes on and the man in suit is speaking once again, informing everyone that he will be showing a short video about their company and the private resort they will be staying at. He asks everyone to pull down the window shades, put on the noise-cancelling headphones and focus on the individual seat-back screen in front of each person.

Daniel and the rest of the team complied with the request and the cabin is plunged into darkness as soon as all the window blinds are closed. As he put on the complimentary headphones attached to the video screen in front of him, Daniel sees the man in suit walking down the aisle to check on everyone, making sure his orders are properly followed. The noise-cancelling headphones are of very high quality because as soon as he put them on, all ambient noise is effectively silenced and all Daniel could hear is his own breathing and some background white noise. Soon the screens comes to life and a standard promotional video introducing the MCP Institute begins playing. The film is kind of cheesy and bland, the screen seems to flicker occasionally as well, and its contents are of no real interests to Daniel, but for some reason, as the video and the annoying music roll on, his attention is increasingly drawn to it. Before he could even realize, all of his focus is fixed on the screen in front of him and the sound in his ears. The dark cabin has now turned dead quiet, with all 32 faces slack and lit up by the small screens in front of them. They have all their attention on the video playing, but, neither Daniel or anyone of his teammates, could really remember any of the contents being shown. With every passing moment, their attention is increasingly attached to the video, and none of the guys noticed the slightly sweet smelling odour beginning to fill the air in the cabin and the slightly decreasing cabin pressure. In less than five minutes, the coaches, Daniel and the rest of the team have fallen into a deep slumber as their consciousness fades away...

Last Vacation

Daniel jolts awake and finds himself laying on a beach chair by the calm waters of the desert lake. "How did he got here?" He thought for a moment, trying to figure out if he has been dreaming or not. He also noticed that he has a mild erection, and hopes that his black speedo would able to conceal his growing member. Strange...why is he wearing these skimpy black swim trunks? Daniel couldn't recall ever buying them. His thoughts are quickly interrupted when he heard Jason call out his name from a distance. He looks up and sees his best friend calling him out from the water, where he and a couple of their teammates have been horsing around in. Daniel pulls himself up and looks around to find Coach Watsons and Bower lounging a few chairs down and some other teammates are chatting and drinking by a sand dune near the lake. All of them seem to be similarly dressed in those black speedos as well. Confused and slightly stressed by the sights, there is suddenly a far away voice that seems to be telling him repeatedly in a calm but authoritative tone: "Nothing to worry, everything is fine, life at MCP Institute is great..." A second later he suddenly realized that he is at the private retreat of MCP Institute, and that peaceful voice at the back of his head continue to soothed him, and all of his concerns and confusion evaporated under the scorching desert sun.

The cool water is comfortable on Daniel's body from the heat as he treads his way across to join Jason in the water. He is also hoping that the water would cool down his erection, but instead, as he approaches the guys, his hardon only seems to be growing with every step, so is his horniness. Thankfully the water is hiding his embarrassing situation fairly effectively and he decides to ignore it. Daniel joins the guys splashing and playing around in the water for a bit, and everyone is having a great time. But then, Daniel noticed that the pushing and tugging got increasingly intimate than the typical buddy horseplay. Some of the guys seem to be literally hugging each other, tighter and longer than would seem normally appropriate between buddies. Also, in between movements, he could also seem to see a large bulge in front of their speedos as well. All of this is making Daniel very confused, yet at the same time, his own dick is getting more and more stiff, sloshing temptingly in the water, barely able to hold up inside those tight briefs. Suddenly, Jason jumps on his back from behind as if to straddle him. Daniel could distinctly feel his buddy's pulsing hard bulge on his butt through the swim suits and the obvious motion of humping up and down along his crack. Before he could even react to this weird move, Jason's arms wrap around his body in a tight embrace and his hands found its way down to Daniel's stiff bulge and begin squeezing on his stiff member. The swift motions caught Daniel by surprise and the sensations on his most private areas are too much for him to process. He collapses onto his hands and knees in the shallow water, with his body remaining just above the surface. Jason is now completely on top of him and openly humping Daniel's backside and jerking him off underwater. Both are soon taken over by their heightened sexual desires and Daniel's horny body is frozen as he is driven into sensual overload by his best friend. Out of the corner of his eyes, Daniel could see that the others around them seem to have paired off and are similarly engaged in some form of mutual gratification. He couldn't really comprehend what is happening, nor is he able to dedicate much of his energy to process those thoughts. Before long, he could feel Jason tighten his grip around him and emit a thunderous roar above him, followed by several forceful thrusts as Jason ejaculated. The motion also drove Daniel past the point of no return and he too shoots his load in the water at the same time. Similar animalistic howls are heard all around him as his other teammates reached their climaxes as well. Exhausted and floating in a post-orgasmic euphoria, Daniel drifts off into a deep sleep with the cool water beneath and the setting sun behind him.

That evening, Daniel had an endless stream of weird dreams. All of them seem to be erotic dreams, with images of men posing in various states of undress and revealing poses, then gradually evolving into more and more men involved in increasingly sexual positions and activities. Daniel was confused and put off at first, but throughout his dreams, there is again that deep soothing voice from far away that is repeating to him: "Nothing to worry, everything is fine, life at MCP Institute is great...It's fine to have fun with other men, sex with men is wonderful...no need for women, sex with men is wonderful...you love sex with men..."

Slowly, Daniel's mind shifted from confusion to pleasure and lust as the message and the images of men replay continuously in his dreams. It also didn't help that his dick is again fully erect and throbbing for attention from all the erotic thoughts running through his head. He wants to stroke himself, but is suddenly surprised by the feeling of something moist and soft wrapping around his hard cock, moving up and down along it. Daniel has never had oral sex before, so he didn't realize what this feeling was until he groggily opens his eyes and sees the shadow of a head bobbing up and down by his crotch. In the darkness of the bedroom, he couldn't really see who the person is, nor does he really have time to think about that, because the expert sucking is quickly driving close to another explosive orgasm. His hands feel his way up that body and could feel the bulging biceps, strong shoulders and the short hair that confirm the sucker to be a guy, likely one of his teammates. For a split second, Daniel is shocked by this revelation, but in the next second, all of his rational thoughts are put on a pause as a tsunami of sexual energy washes through him and he shoots a huge load down the throat of the guy, who greedily swallowed it as quickly as Daniel could shoot. Daniel is soon overcome again by the euphoric high of his climax and falls once more into a deep sleep...which is once more filled with gay erotic dreams and the soothing voice keeping him in a peaceful, pleasant state.

The next day Daniel found himself sitting in the players' dugout on a baseball field. Strange realization again, thought Daniel, as he only seems to recall snippets of his days ever since coming to this retreat; things kind of jump from one to another and there are large portions of time in between that he just doesn't seem to have any recollection of.

Back to the field, Daniel looks around and sees his whole team all dressed up in their uniform and another bunch of guys, dressed in a blue uniform with a red 'A' on the left pec, out on the field. He realizes that this is friendly game that they are supposed to play with the staff at MCP Institute. Daniel thinks for a moment that the staff's uniform looked a bit funny: kind of old style and the 'A' logo doesn't seem to relate to the company in any way. But he shrugs it off as perhaps they just got their hands on whatever second hand outfits they could find out there.

Coach Watsons calls him up and Daniel gets into position on the field. He gets a good hit on the ball and makes it to second base. As he waits for the next play, he peeks over to the guy of the other team, the shadow of his helmet under the bright desert sun is hiding the upper part of his face, but from what Daniel could see of the guy's lower face, he seems like a fairly young man, more like closer to his own age, with a nice strong chiselled jaw line. It surprised Daniel that this guy would be a staff at this place. He couldn't catch his name on his back, but he saw the number '31' on his torso, opposite their team logo. As he continues to stare at his opponent, Daniel couldn't help noticing the young man's firm body shape, fitting the uniform perfectly. This guy has the perfect body of a professional player, Daniel thought, he must have been playing regularly on his own time in order to maintain such a nice physique. What caught Daniel's eyes in particular is the obscenely large bulge that is tenting up very obviously in front of those blue pants. As if he knew what Daniel is up to, the player's right hand moves up and casually gives his own package a very obvious squeeze, clearly showing to Daniel that there is the actual meat right behind those pants, without any jock cup beneath. At the same time, Daniel feels the gloved left hand of the guy cupping his butt, similarly giving it a seductive squeeze. All of this is suddenly driving Daniel crazy, he could feel he own dick stirring up again and he realized that he did not wear a cup either. He is quickly lost in the sexual heat, but before he could make any next move with the other player, he is distracted by the next hit from his team and Daniel forces himself to quickly re-focus back on the game, although his stiff hardon still wouldn't go away.

It is a home run by his teammate Brent Johnson, and they all complete their runs back into their team's dugout. The rest of the team is cheering for them as they make their way back into the shed. The guys all come up to hug them as the three of them come in from their run, but it is not the ordinary hug. When Brent has finally made his way back into the dugout, Daniel finds himself, Brent and the other teammate surrounded by the rest of the team, seemingly cheering, patting and hugging them. But Daniel noticed something strange in their eyes; it is not the usual friendly buddy looks, their faces are instead filled with lust and hunger. As the team squeezes in around the home runners, the air is suddenly filled with intense sexual tension, laughters of joy turn into groans and moans of horniness. Every point of contact is like an electric shock to Daniel, fuelling his sexual energy. And he is completely surrounded by the guys, constantly rubbing skin with someone in every direction, sending his horniness quickly through the roof. It is driving him, and everyone on the team, mad with lust and desire. He could feel his dick painfully straining against his pants, and his hands and legs can feel similar rigid tents all around him. Daniel is confused by what is going on, but the burning sexual heat all around him is making it hard for him to think rationally, and his body and senses desperately want to go with the flow. The team begins rubbing and humping rhythmically together, all 30 guys in their crisp white uniforms soon become one white pulsing mass of flesh. Daniel is caught in the middle of the mass, his own lust has taken over his senses. He doesn't understand what's happening, but he didn't care anymore, he just wants to shoot his load. He rolls back and closes his eyes in ecstasy and goes along with the flow of his team, humping and rubbing away together...



Revelation of Reality

"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..." The far away voice and message reverberated deep in Daniel's mind as he is lost in the heat of the bodies of his teammates surrounding him. He gyrates and humps his hips with the flow of bodies, he hard cock straining painfully against his baseball pants....his breathing gets heavier, his heart is beating faster....he is so close to cumming....almost there, oh yeah....

Suddenly all of the rubbing and humping sensations disappeared. Instead, Daniel finds his arms strapped tightly to his body and his legs held together. He could feel his whole body covered from head to toe by a thick layer of stretchy material, like a bodysuit or something. There is something strapped around his dick, which is still hard and throbbing, and something painfully large is stuffed into his rear end. Disoriented, Daniel quickly open his eyes but realized there is still pitch darkness. Panicked, he instinctively tries to scream, but he found no voice coming out of his mouth, only the hollow sound of air rushing through a tube. He then also noticed that his mouth is filled with a smooth and firm object that is slightly chewy. It is not uncomfortable on his jaws, but it completely fills his mouth perfectly. Confused and scared by the sudden change in his surroundings, Daniel puts up a struggle against the confines, but to no avail. He could feel some similar commotion around him, through whatever his bonds are connected to.

All of a sudden Daniel could see again, but the scene in front of his eyes stunned him. There, arranged in two rows of three, are six frames on wheels that Daniel could best describe as 'meat racks'. On each rack, five black human-shaped mannequins are hanging facing forward, strapped inside a full-body harness holding them in an upright position. At the front of these six racks is another rack with only two dummies in it. All of these rubber dolls have been dressed up in baseball uniforms, complete with shoes, socks and even the helmets. There are a bunch of strange tubes and wiring protruding from the crotch, ass and face of the mannequins. As he looked at them some more, Daniel realizes with shock that those uniforms are his own team's uniform! He didn't really want to admit or accept what he associated with the scenery, but he confirmed his own suspicion when he tries wiggling his head sideways and thrusting his hip back and forth a bit. Surely, at the same time, he could see the same movements on the fourth "dummy" in the first rack of the second row. Daniel then sees the first person in his "rack" struggle some more, causing that rack to wobble around, and immediately, he could also feel the shaking.

Aren't they on vacation at this private retreat in the desert? Why is his whole team now strung up like some perverted rubber dolls? What is going on? Daniel's mind, as with the rest of the team, goes into overdrive as they struggle to understand their current predicaments. Their thoughts are suddenly interrupted by a deep male voice in their ears:

"Sorry to have to interrupt the fun you were all having, but the preparations are at last ready and we need to proceed with the final step to get you all set up. Don't worry, more of the those pleasurable moments are waiting ahead for you!" the man said with a tone of sarcasm.

"Let me first introduce myself. I'm Dr. Roberts, owner of the MCP Research Institute, short for Male Cum Production. As we may have explained to you previously, we specialize in the research and development of the human male genetics and biomedical enhancements...on the surface. Down below, as our name indicates, the core of my business is the exploitation of male semen for a wide range of purposes, including sperm bank supplies, military researches for disease controls, cloning and biological weapons, as well as 'personal enjoyment'. We carefully select our male specimens from across the country to ensure that the cum we produce is of the highest quality and from the best genetic pool. Our specimens will spend the rest of their lifetime here, in the care of the Institute, producing their best loads of cum with the help our advanced virtual reality stimulation system."

None of this made any sense to Daniel and the other team members. What is this madman talking about? The coaches couldn't comprehend what the Doctor is saying either. What have they gotten themselves and their team into? The more they listen, the more the team is disturbed by it and fear for their lives. They struggle to find out who this unseen doctor is. Their vision is stuck on the view of their own bodies hanging in the racks, with no sight of anyone else in the room. They realize that they must therefore be looking into some kind of visor and earpiece that is feeding them inputs from a separate camera and microphone.

"But for prime specimens like you, there's more to it as well" Dr. Roberts continued. "You see, I also happen to be a gay man with a hobby of collecting fine examples of sexy men for my own viewing pleasures and enjoyment. In a moment, I will take you down to my private gallery where my collection of prime men specimen is kept, which you will have the honour of joining their ranks as well. Now shall we?"

With that said, their earpieces go silent again and their vision shut off as well. Daniel could feel motion as his rack, along with the rest of his team, is being pushed forward into the secured elevator that only the Doctor has access to. Two staff members of the Institute, each dressed in the regulation black rubber bodysuit uniform, help manoeuvre each rack. All staff members have been rigorously trained to follow the strict procedures in assisting Dr. Roberts in handling his collection specimens down to the Gallery. They are only permitted to access the Gallery levels with the Doctor's presence and must only remain there for the sole purpose of installing or maintaining the specimens. Anything else is strictly prohibited, and they know full well what would be the consequences of disobeying the Institute's rules.

The elevator reached Gallery Level 1 and the door opens. Dr. Roberts steps out and walks up to another set of secured doors. He swipes his security pass, then keys in an additional access code, and the heavy airtight door slides open. Upon entering, the room illuminates automatically to reveal a large cavernous hall two-stories high, the size of a medium-sized warehouse. The hall is built with concrete deep in the bedrock under the desert land, airtight and insulated, where the temperature and ambient conditions are tightly controlled by a computerized monitoring system to maintain a perfect environment for the specimens. This Level 1 gallery is the larger of the two, with a balcony level along the side walls where additional specimens are displayed. This level is specialized mostly in sports and athletic-themed displays. There is a also Level 2 below, which has a wider variety of themes in the displays.

Daniel's vision lights up again and the first thing he sees this time is the back of another person. He recognized the black helmet of his team, and looking down to the backside of the uniform shirt, in between the straps of the harness holding that person, he could see the name 'Johnson' and number '15' on it; that would be Brent Johnson. He tries to look around a bit more and found that, despite the restraints holding his head, his vision moves around with his head, suggesting that his vision is now linked directly from his own vantage point. Daniel looks around at his other teammates and located 'Brightman' (number '7'), that is his best friend Jason, in another rack ahead of him. A strange sense of comfort as he made sure that all of his buddies are together with him. But that feeling is quickly cut short, when the mysterious Doctor's voice came back again:

"Welcome to my private gallery, gentlemen" announced Dr. Roberts. "This is where you will be spending your time as my special privileged guests. Let me show you around some of my prized collections, who will also be your future neighbours."

As the staff pushes the racks forward, Daniel is shocked by the sights before him. The room is neatly organized with rows of large glass display cases that are nicely illuminated, with some themed setup and the display subjects placed within the glass box, similar to what he had seen when he visited the Natural Sciences Museum. However, the only difference is, instead of stuffed animals in the displays, the glass boxes are filled with rubber "mannequins" like himself, black and faceless, with tubes and wires poking out from their faces, crotched and asses. Each is dressed in various sports gear and uniforms, depending on the theme, and locked in poses that correspond to the sport they represent. In addition, the background image in each display appears to show a wall-sized photo of some athletes posing either in a team picture, or a photo of a winning moment, which Daniel chillingly presumes might be the identities of those rubber dummies locked up in the glass cases.

As they pass through the aisles, Daniel could see displays of almost every possible sports that he could think of. There is a display of four cyclists posed in action on stylized frames that look like bikes and the wall behind shows an image of four men in their 20s on the podium smiling proudly holding a gold medal around their necks. The models on display also have a similar medal hanging around their necks. Another display shows three men placed in the starting position of a sprint, complete with the starting blocks and mock track lines. Behind them, there is again a photo of three men on the podium celebrating their wins. Other displays include a full soccer team posing around a cup, in a replica pose of the picture shown behind, as well as a diver standing on a ledge, locked in a stretched out pose as if preparing to jump; he too is also wearing a similar medal as the guy in the picture. All of the "mannequins" are locked in their display positions by heavy straps that are attached to a metal frame placed somewhat concealed behind the subject. The metal frames not only hold the subjects in position, but these are also the "main artery" of each subject as all of their life support and system tubing are linked to the central systems through the built in connections in the frames.

Daniel could feel goosebumps all over his body as he has no words to describe the depravity of what he is seeing. He thought such things only existed in horror movies. Never in a million years he could have imagine such horrors actually exist in real life, and that he is now a witness to it...and worse, to become subject of it.

"All of the specimens that you see displayed in these cases are the actual subjects in the images behind them." Dr. Roberts explained in an almost technical way. "I can assure you that all of them are very much alive and healthy. As you can see, the tubes that run from their heads and lower areas are connected to the life support system that provides them air, nourishment and plumbing. The small information screens in front of the glass enclosure provide all of the information on their vital signs and we have a very strict monitoring system that ensures everyone here well and happy." The Doctor chuckled himself at that.

"Speaking of happy, I must also explain these rubber bodysuits that all of my specimens, including yourselves, are wearing." the Doctor continued. "The suit is lined with a fine web of electrodes and it is fitted very tightly onto your body, so that every inch of your skin is in contact with the suit. Once it is connected, our computer system will deliver a series of controlled electric shocks through the electrodes to your body, which will be able to simulate the sensations of touch and motion. In addition to that, the helmet that you all are wearing is a VR helmet that will deliver visual and sound stimulation. When the two are coupled together, our computer systems will be able to generate a fully immersed virtual reality scenario in which all of your cognitive senses will be stimulated in sync, creating a completely realistic world within your minds to live through complete with full sensual simulation, without you even having to move a single inch of your body." Dr. Roberts explained proudly.

Daniel is closed to losing his mind, he is in full panic mode and struggling hysterically against the harness holding him in the rack. This cannot be real, he thought, it has got to be just some sick joke that someone is trying to pull on them. He doesn't want to become one of these faceless living dummies stuck in some mad doctor's private gallery. He would go insane like this.

"Now why all this complicated technology?" Dr. Roberts continues his monologue as he carries on touring the gallery with the struggling 'specimens' on the racks. "We want your cum! If we were to simply milk your cocks without any additional stimuli, your sexual performance will deteriorate very quickly and we won't be able to maintain any sort of sustainable long-term operation. The VR system on the other hand will be solely dedicated to delivering a continuous stream of erotic scenarios that is designed to maximize and maintain your sexual energy and stamina. This way, your conscious mind will detach itself from your actual physical condition and become immersed into the induced virtual life as if it were reality. Think about it, you will have no more worries for the rest of your life, everything will be taken care of for your well-being, the only thing you will ever need to be concerned in your head is to enjoy your next exciting orgasm, and there will be many of them to come. If you can recall, you have already had your first taste of the wonders of our system upon your arrival at our facility. While we were finalizing the preparations for your display down here, we had to put you all on our VR system for three days to keep you entertained, and also to get you accustomed to the system."

Daniel now understands why all these weird dreams and strange snippets of his time at the resort: they were all only virtual scenes fed into his brain! But then, Daniel realized also, how come all of those scenarios involved having sex with other men? As if the Doctor read his mind, he explained: "You will also recall that your 'pleasurable encounters' somehow involved only men. Why so? It is not a mistake...The answer is simple: because I CAN AND I LIKE IT! Like I said, I'm gay so I like to share my love of men with all of my subjects here. At the same time, I also enjoy the power to know that not only your bodies are under my control and enjoyment, but even your minds, senses, and every single aspect of your life and existence, even down to your sexual desires are mine to manipulate as I like."

"In the end it wouldn't matter, as you may have already experienced during your brief sampling time. The mental conditioning that goes along with the virtual stimulation will slowly redirect your conscious and subconscious minds appropriately, without you even being aware of the changes. Ultimately, all you want to is get off as much as you could, no matter with a man or woman, and you will be more than happy to go with whatever the VR system presents to you." Dr. Roberts explained. "I will not let your hard work go to waste either. Because you are chosen as my prime specimens, your cum will be traded at a premium over the regular products from our typical production units upstairs. You'd be surprised at the demands of these golden nectar, despite even the extra cost. Especially in fertility clinics and sperm banks, where prospective parents would pay almost anything for a perfect child with ideal genes. You should all be proud and honoured that for every orgasm that you will have for the rest of your life, you will be doing a lot of goodwill to a lot of people out there and for the betterment of mankind. Now that you've understood your new purpose and mission in life, we shall get you into your new home, but let me just show you one last display, this one especially for Coach Watsons and Bower."

Daniel is on the verge of tears and would have pissed himself right there, if not for his empty stomach and the contraption around his cock strapping its base tightly and a tube stuffing his pisslit. He is praying for god to end this madness, or for his brother Derek to rush in and save him at the last moment. He doesn't want to spent the rest of his life becoming a cum machine, stuck in this evil institute's basement as some fetish displays, and forced to have endless virtual gay sex. By now, he and his teammates have become too exhausted to put up more struggles against the unyielding bonds, and they realize that it might be just futile by now. They could only hope for some miracle to happen.

The convoy of rubber men and the Doctor turn another corner and come to a stop in front of a large display case filled with 26 'specimens' dressed in baseball uniform, neatly arranged in a group photo formation. The back row is standing proudly at attention, arms behind their backs, while the front row is seated straight with their arms locked in the armrests. In the middle of the front row is also a man seated wearing a cap and coach jacket, presumably to be the coach. On the floor in front of the coach is also a cup that looks very similar to the National College League Cup that the McKinley team had just won this year. All of their faces are covered in black rubber, with tubes running out of their mouths and noses, which are thread around to their backs for nicer presentation. They also have this obscenely large black rubber cock standing straight out through the fly of their pants, again with a tube that goes down between their legs to the hidden connection points in the support frame behind.

As with most other team displays, they have been arranged in replica to the real-life photo enlarged on the back wall of the display case behind them. Because of the presence of the rubberized 'specimens' in front, Daniel couldn't clearly see the full original picture in the background, but of the few faces he could see in the picture, they were youthful guys, likely around his age, though the picture is starting to look slightly dated. The proud and cheerful smiles on their faces told of more innocent times for these young men, compared to the immobile, faceless black 'statues' stuck in the glass enclosure now. The thought sent another chill down Daniel's spine. Their uniform, blue with a red 'A' on the left pec, looks very familiar to Daniel...where had he seen it before?

"You may have already met these fellows when we set up the friendly game for you earlier." Dr. Roberts hinted. "But let's get you to meet each other in real person now." Daniel's vision goes dark for a second, then it comes back with an unobstructed front row view of the team on display. His mind exploded with the memories of that virtual game and all the dirty things that he had been forced to live through. The so-called 'staff team' was in fact one of the Doctor's prisoners! He recalls the lusty exchange he had with that player number '31' on second base. Low and behold, Daniel spotted the person wearing the number '31' standing third from the left at the back. In the picture behind, he could also see the 'real' number 31 in the exact same spot in the group. He is Hispanic looking, with beautiful large brown eyes, a bright youthful smile and a strong chiselled jaw line, which matched what Daniel had "seen" in his virtual game. But who are these guys? Their uniform does not look like any of the current college teams in the league.

"I suppose that all of you on the team would be too young to know who these great players are," the Doctor addressing the McKinley team, "but I'm sure they would ring a bell or two with Coach Watsons and Bower, am I correct?"

Indeed, Watsons and Bower immediately recognized the distinctive blue uniform of the Anderson College baseball team, the former uniform that is. How could they forget? The Anderson team had this uniform up until their good old friend Parley led that team to the National Champions title. However, after their "deaths", out of respect and superstition, the school decided to adopt a new uniform, hence the current white shirt with blue collars that the younger generation come to know. Parley had even given them each a cap just like the one on the "coach's" head in the display....wait, what?! The realization suddenly gives some unsettling thoughts to both coaches about who they are looking at behind the glass. The Doctor could see they both tensed and strained in their harnesses.

The camera closes in on the trophy that is placed in front of the displayed team until the McKinley team could read on a small plaque: "National College League Baseball Champion 2007 - Anderson College". Watsons and Bower are shocked, they don't want to believe what they think they are seeing in front of them, but it seems to be undeniable. The camera of their visors is moving again, backing away from the cup and moving sideways to the left side of the display case. From there, they have a clear view of the background photo behind the rubber dummies. The camera zooms in again, and there, seated in the middle of the picture, just like the display in front, is the coaches' long lost, and believed dead, friend Frank Parley, grinning proudly with his winning team.

"Say hi to your good old friend, Coaches Watsons and Bower!" Dr. Roberts laughed at his own sick joke. The camera moves back to the front of the display case, looking back again at the inanimate, yet very much alive, Anderson team inside. Watsons and Bower couldn't believe it. For all these years, everyone believed that this whole team has perished in a road crash, whereas in reality, they have actually been locked up by this crazy doctor down here as some rubber cum dolls for the last eight years!

"They were such handsome young men with such high physical and intellectual qualities that I couldn't pass up on the opportunity, just like with you guys." The Doctor explained. "We set up an invitation for a far away friendly match, and with the right connections, it was an easy task to create a fake crash, though the bad weather certainly helped us out luckily. After that, the rest was just a PR exercise and some money tossing to keep everyone quiet and forget about the event. It does require some planning ahead to make it work seamlessly, just like how you guys are here now, but it's all part of the investment...and the returns certainly do make the trouble all worthwhile."

Watsons and Bower struggle furiously against their bonds in anger and panic at the realization of Parley's, and soon their own, fate. How could this doctor have such powers to orchestrate such elaborate schemes to lure all these men into his trap for his own perverted desires? How could someone be kept alive for so long in such dehumanizing way?

(Under the unmoving bodies and inside their heads, the Anderson team has been busy for the past hour engaged in their usual locker room team orgy. Their noses are filled with the smell of sweat, sex and cum. Coach Parley is being ploughed at both ends by two players. As soon as he tastes cum from the dick in his mouth, his own dick unleashed its load as well - the 17th shot for Parley today. The only thought on his mind right now is to help the player in his ass get off as soon as possible, and then figure out who on the team is left for him to service, before helping those that want another go...)

"Easy, easy, gentlemen. No need to get too excited. I know you must be delighted to find out Parley is still alive and healthy." Dr. Roberts teased. "In fact, looking at the readings, he is still very much close to the same excellent health conditions as he was when he came in eight years ago! Don't worry, you'll be able to meet him again very soon, with many more occasions to come in the future, and I will make sure that your encounters will be much more intimate than ever before. Let's get you all settled in your new home and then things can get started."

The group is on the move again, leaving behind the Anderson team, where their orgasm counters on the vital displays continue to rise steadily at approximately 15-minute intervals. Each orgasm is as exciting and powerful, and with as much cum, as the first one, despite their peaceful, lifeless appearance on the outside.

The staff moves the McKinley team further down the aisle up to an empty display box by the wall. Next to it is the display of a golfer in a putting pose, who has reportedly gone missing during a camping trip in the mountains last month. Across the aisle is a junior hockey team who was said to have perished last winter when their bus slid and fell into an icy river, and the strong under currents washed them away.

As they stopped in front of the empty display, the camera gives the McKinley team a full view of what's to become their permanent 'home'. On the back wall, like all the other ones, is a wall-sized enlargement of their own team picture after they won the National Champion. Daniel can still remember that they took this picture only about a week before they went on this trip of no return. A replica of their winning trophy cup is already placed at the front inside the box. The glass enclosure is empty except for the presence of 15 metal frames about six foot tall, with heavy straps hanging throughout, and 15 metal seats in front, similarly with heavy straps at various locations to secure its occupant in place. There it is...30 spots...one for each player of the team. Two more upright frames are also on each side of the group for the coaches, as per the picture behind.

"So our little introduction and tour of the facilities must come to an end here." Dr. Roberts addressed the group one last time. "Welcome to your new home, Team McKinley. Again, don't worry, you will be very well taken care of, and your life from now on will only be filled with countless moments excitement and fun. Remember: Nothing to worry, everything is fine, 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..."

Upon hearing those phrases, Daniel and the rest of the team are immediately drawn back to that peaceful state of mind that those intensive mind control trainings have established in them. They gradually feel all of their fear and panic fade away, slowly replaced by the reverberating mantra and a sense of peace and happiness. as well as images of hot, sexy male bodies. They did not even realize when the video feed is shut off and the live voice of the Doctor being replaced by the recorded training that they have already become all too familiar.

The display case is opened from the side, and the staff is busy going about moving its new occupants into position. Anaesthetic gas is fed to the team to temporarily paralyze them to make the transfer easier, also as a security precaution. One by one, the members of McKinley College baseball team are taken down from the transport racks, carried into the glass box and placed into the same position as in their team picture behind. Each person is carefully strapped into the corresponding metal frame holding them securely in the proper display position, and the tubing and wiring are then plugged into the connections on their frames, which are then linked to the main system of the facility. One by one, the cheerful and innocent smiles of Daniel Millwood, Jason Brightman, Brent Johnson and the rest of the McKinley team in the picture, as well as the proud and confident faces of Coach Watsons and Coach Bower, are hidden away by the black, rubberized, faceless and frozen bodies permanently imprisoned within the roughly ten-foot by five-foot display case. Their former selves forever trapped inside the rubberized bodies, their minds lost in an alternate world of endless gay sex, cum and orgasms.

******

Daniel opens his eyes again and finds himself at the dugout on the field again. He is still at the game that they were playing previously against the Anderson College team in their distinctive blue uniform. As he watches the game on the field, he feels a hand on his right thigh, gently squeezing his strong leg muscles and slowly inching seductively towards his crotch. Daniel looks over and sees his best friend Jason looking back at him with lusty eyes and playfully biting his lower lip with a sly grin. Daniel returns an equally hungry smile and passes his own hand onto his buddy's lap, where he could feel his stiff cock throbbing furiously inside his pants. The best friends continue the mutual rubbing for another while when they were interrupted by cheers from the field. It turns out the game is over and Anderson won. Daniel, Jason and the rest of their team go out to the field to congratulate the opponents. Daniel didn't really feel disappointed or anything, Anderson is the past champion after all, while they are only the newcomers, so they are happy to learn their way. Learn their way it is...since McKinley lost the game, they have agreed to pay the price and show their appreciation to the past champion. In the next moment, everyone from the team has paired off with a player from the Anderson team, but because McKinley outnumber them, some of the Anderson guys grouped up with two McKinley guys. Daniel and Jason teamed off with no other than "Number 31" from the other team; now Daniel can carry on the unfinished business he started with this Hispanic hunk earlier. Wasting no time, the best friends kneel down in front of the player and pull out his growing erection through his pants. Daniel's eyes widen at the sight of the huge Latino sausage: it is uncut, at least eight or nine inches long and very meaty. Daniel immediately swallowed the cock down his throat while Jason worked on the guy's hefty balls below. Strangely, Daniel thought for a second that he has never sucked cock before, yet somehow he seems to know every little trick and technique to pleasure a penis with his mouth, like it was a basic skill of life. He works his way feverishly on the winner's dick and soon he and Jason are both all over the juicy dick, lapping up the dripping precum and sharing passionate kisses in between.

All over the field, the two teams are lost in an intense sexual frenzy, where the winning Anderson team is enjoying their prize while McKinley is paying up. Even Coach Watsons and Bower are busy "catching up" with their long lost friend Coach Parley. While Watsons is busy getting intimate with the taste of Parley's long slender cock down his throat, Bower is familiarizing himself with the smell and taste of his old friend's ass from behind.

Before long, Daniel and Jason could hear the moaning and heavy breathing from their Hispanic hunk, so they quickly gather their mouths around the tip of the slick cock, focusing their tongue actions on the sensitive head. "Number 31" tenses up, and with a loud scream, his dick erupts a copious load of thick white cream into Daniel's waiting mouth. Jason's mouth eagerly fights his way to try and catch some of the overflow as well. Once they have drained the Hispanic sausage of its juice, the two best friends turn their lip wrestling into kisses and snowballing of the winner's load between their mouths, while their hands are madly jerking each other off down below. Soon, the kissing, rubbing and wonderful taste of cum drive the two players over the edge and they lock into a tight embrace as their cocks erupt together inside their pants. Everyone else on the field soon followed the same outcome and ecstatic screams of pleasure is the only sound to be heard around.

******

Dr. Roberts observe with a satisfied smile as his latest acquisition is finally complete and the display is activated. Within five minutes, all 32 monitoring screens registered their first load on the orgasm counter. Daniel, standing proudly fifth from the right in the second row, is one of the first to shoot. Being their first official load under the VR stimulation, the novelty naturally caused a more intense feeling on their bodies, most of their dicks twitched visibly despite the thick cock sleeve and tubing attached. Some of their bodies also involuntarily trembled slightly, but the tight straps all over their bodies ensured that movements are minimized and their positions are securely maintained against the metal frames.

Checking one more time that their vital signs are all in good condition, Dr. Roberts and his staff left the gallery, locking the main door behind and making sure the security system is properly engaged. Just as the automatic lighting inside the gallery shut off, the orgasm counters for the McKinley team begin flipping to '2', and the display case shuddered and creaked slightly in the quiet darkness as the 32 dicks succumbed again one by one to the masterful teasing of the computer system...

******

The news feed on the TV read: "Private jet lost contact and disappeared on radar over Western Mountain Ranges, may have crashed. Rescue teams on the way. Jet reportedly carrying college baseball team. More updates to follow."

Derek Millwood suddenly felt a chill and unsettling feeling when he saw this thread while he is waiting in line at the coffee shop on his way to work. His brother Daniel sent him a picture just yesterday of himself getting on a cozy private jet for his team trip to some private retreat in the desert, which is apparently also close to the Western Mountains. No, that couldn't be, Derek reassured himself, it must be just pure coincidence, Daniel must be fine and having fun at the resort.

As he walked the one and a half block from the coffee shop to his office, Derek found himself frantically messaging his little brother, but yet there was no response. "Maybe he is still sleeping", Derek tried to comfort himself. When he got to his desk, he immediately opened all of the news websites he could think of and engrossed himself looking for any updates on the story. All morning he could not concentrate on his work, constantly flipping back to the news sites for updates.

His heart sank at around 10AM when he saw an updated thread: "Private jet confirmed lost over Western Mountains, all aboard believed dead. Rescue crews searching to locate wreckage and possible survivors." Derek immediately picked up his phone and called Daniel; no one picked up. He desperately texts and calls him repeatedly, but still no feedback at all. He is praying inside that this would not happen to him again; he has already been through it when him and Daniel's parents passed away years ago, he doesn't want to go through it again.

It wasn't until about an hour later that his phone was finally ringing. Derek rushed to pick up his phone, but when he saw the call display: "Metropolitan Police Dept", his heart stopped beating and his body froze for a moment before he managed the courage to answer the inevitable call, hands trembling. He didn't remember most of what the officer said on the other end, but he heard those painful key words that confirmed his worst fears, the most terrifying reality that he is forced to relive a second time. It was as if the whole world crashed on him. Daniel meant everything in Derek's life, he has worked so hard all these years just so his brother to have a good life. With Daniel suddenly gone, Derek's life is left with a huge gaping hole, like he just lost his key purpose in life. Derek couldn't hold back his emotions anymore, and his boss, who just caught wind of what happened, sent him home and was very kind to tell Derek to take as much time off as needed to take care of the necessary business.

Derek couldn't really accept the reality that Daniel is dead and he is the last in the Millwood family standing. His mind keeps spinning in overload, thinking that Daniel shouldn't be dead yet. His intuition tells him that his little brother could still be alive, calling out for his help. There has got to be a different outcome than what he's been told.

Lost in grieve and with no exact rational thought process in place, Derek absentmindedly starts to look up on the internet about MCP Institute, the name that Daniel has told him about the invitation, aimlessly looking up everything he could find online about its history, background, research programs, etc., desperately trying to look up anything about how this company was involved with his brother's trip and hoping for some miracle findings, trying to be his own detective.

He then stumbled upon some old articles mentioning about the Institute's various sponsorship and partnership experiences with different sports teams and athletic organizations. Going through the names of some of the teams that have participated in the program and then looking them up separately, he stumbled upon some strange coincidences. Many of these schools and organizations seem to have experienced some incidents at various times in the past where some of their star athletes either perished or vanished unexpectedly. There doesn't seem to be any apparent correlation between each case, but when you compare it all together...Is this just coincidence, or is there something fishy behind? This finding caught Derek's attention and spiked his suspicion about this MCP Institute and its involvement with the sports community. His experience as a financial planner in conduct corporate background research indicates to him that there is likely more than meets the eye with the company. With a sudden renewed energy and hope in finding an alternate outcome on Daniel's fate, Derek directs all of his effort into researching further and deeper about this MCP Research Institute...