MCP Research Institute - New Recruits

Author: tomozco
Title: MCP Research Institute - New Recruits
Date: 02 April 2017

MCP Research Institute - New Recruits

Recruitment

Jack is a desperate man. Everything just doesn't seem to go his way lately. He just lost his job, his girlfriend left him and he's running out of money. He needs a new job badly to make ends meet, but just couldn't figure out what's good for him.

He graduated from the military school a year ago, but being a little sick of the military life, he landed himself as an office clerk. But he didn't do very well there and got fired not too long after. Then his girlfriend got along with another guy and dumped him. That's where Jack is stuck now: poor, bored and eager to move on.

He decided that office paperwork was not for him afterall, so he decided to find positions that could make use of the good physique he built up at the military school. At 24, 6ft 2 and 210lbs, Jack has a body that can definitely make a lot of guys jealous and ladies screaming. He is not the particularly cute or handsome type, but his more rough looks still gives him that macho sexiness that went along with his military physique. He didn't really care what type of job it was, as long as he can earn some good easy money. He looked through newspapers, websites and recruitment centres, but couldn't find anything that suits him. He needs money badly because his bank account is close to running dry.

On a Thursday morning, Jack was awaken by the knocking on his apartment door. A man wearing black shoes, black pants, black motorcycle suit and a black cap was holding a courrier mail for Jack. "Sign here please" the man said, coldly, pen pointing at the signature spot on the receipt. Despite his sleepiness, Jack was a little puzzled by the man's appearance and attitude, which he shrugged it off as perhaps another bad start of the day for this guy. But he was a little more surprised by the delivery; he didn't recall ordering anything online. Could it be a response to one of the job applications he had sent out? With a gleam of hope on his mind, Jack quickly signed the papers. The man handed the mail to Jack and left quickly without another word. Jack eagerly opened the courrier and there was a letter. It says:

"Congratulations! You have been recruited for the position of security personnel at the MCP Research Institute. We are a federally-licensed research laboratory specializing in biotechnology and human well-being. Our research facilities require highly qualified individuals to ensure its safe and secure operations are maintained 24/7. You and 19 other males candidates between 18 and 30 years old, in excellent health and physical conditions, have been carefully chosen for this very important job. Your employment will begin as of July 1st. As part of the requirements of employment, you will be required to participate in a one-week training camp at the start of your employment. Due to the nature of the work, you will also be required to relocate onto the premises of our Institute; all living expenses and accommodation for the duration of your employment will be covered by the Institute. Please call 1-800-265-7759 to confirm your acceptance to the position.

Welcome to our team.
MCP Research Institute"

Jack was slightly sceptical about the credibility of the letter at first; he haven't heard of this research institute before and don't recall applying for such a position. But heck, this sounds like a pretty interesting job. Besides, how often would you get jobs where you were recruited without even applying. Best of all, it provides training and all living costs are paid for as part of the job. It would give him the opportunity to move away from this City and start fresh again. In any case, working as a security guard shouldn't be too bad, it fits his physique well and there's usually not much else to do other than just walking around. However, Jack was still a little in doubt about the validity of the offer, it could be some spam. But he really needed some money and start a new life, so he decided to call the number and find out about it.

"Good afternoon, This is the MCP Research Institute. What can I do for you?" a deep, monotone, almost robotic male voice answered.
"Oh yeah, I've received a recruitment letter that says I've been hired as a security staff for you guys."
"Yes, that is correct. May I have your name please?"
"Jack Wilson."
"Congratulations, Mr. Wilson, your position has been confirmed and our training session will be starting this Saturday. Please present yourself at our Recruit Processing Centre at 220 Water Street tomorrow morning at 9:00am for admission. You and the other new recruits will given a brief introduction about our Research Institute, and then you will be picked up and taken to our Institute to begin your training. Please bring only your personal identification and the basic essentials. All of your living needs, clothing and lodging will be provided by us. Any questions?"
"Uh...I guess not..." Jack was still trying to digest the instructions. "Thanks a lot. I'll be there tomorrow morning then."

Again, like the strange courrier earlier, the receptionist hung up with a single goodbye, leaving Jack a bit dumbfounded. At least they haven't asked him for any personal information, so he was still safe from being scammed...not that there would be much from Jack that could be stolen right now. Jack try to do some more research about this MCP company online, but there is very limited information about them. They are some kind of research lab that specializes in bio-medical and technology, as well as "researches in relation to the well-being and improvement of the human male genetics." It sounds like a legit operation, and besides, if there's something that really didn't sound right at the recruiter centre tomorrow, he could still back out then. Jack quickly went about packing up a small pack to take along to his training and went to bed.

Arrival and Processing

Friday morning, Jack arrived at the Recruit Processing Centre at 9:00am sharp. It was a non-descript brick building in the industrial district. Other than a small sign by the door with the company name on it, one wouldn't be able to find this place amongst the warehouses and factories around this block. Jack rang the bell, presented himself through the intercom and was let in the door. Inside, he found himself in a clean but basic reception area. Jack was surprised to find again a man dressed in black behind the desk, just like the courier man yesterday. He figured out this must be some kind of uniform or dress code of the company. Jack gathered his bag and followed the man into an adjoining small conference room. There were already a couple of other guys seated around the room, presumably the other recruits like Jack. Jack sat down next to one the guys, and to his surprise, it was Eric, his roommate back at the military school. Eric is the same age as Jack, at 6ft, 190lbs, with dirty blond hair that he kept to a simple crew cut.

The two old friends caught up on each other's lives while the rest of the recruits filed into the room. They found out that both were in similar situations, where they were out of work, desperate to move on and then received the same offer from MCP Institute. They are both eager to find out more about this job and hoping that this would work out for them so they could have a more stable living.

Soon, all 20 candidates have arrived and Jack took a quick look around. All of them are, as described by the job requirements, young and in very good shape. Some of the guys have also went to military schools and some were star athletes in their school that didn't make it to the pros. All of them have been looking for work and have received that same letter of recruitment. A man in his 40s dressed in black suit came up to the front of the room. He welcomed the guys to the organization and gave a quick overview about their duties as security officers at the research facilities. After that, the man dimmed the lights and showed a video presenting about MCP Research Institute. It looked like one of those typical corporate promotional videos and the contents wasn't much different than what Jack had found online before. The video droned on about the types of research and innovations the organization conducts, and it was going beyond what Jack cared to understand. He stopped paying attention and gradually dozed off as the video continued to drone on seemingly forever.

Jack was suddenly jolted back to his senses when the lights were turned on again. He did his best to not look like he had fallen asleep, but he looked around and it seems like everyone else was looked a bit groggy and dazed like himself. The suited gentleman came back in the room and handed out some form for the guys to sign off on. In his sleepy state, Jack couldn't clearly understand all of what the man was explaining. He heard the man say something about a consent form...their body...fully in the care...possession of the Institute...rest of their life...Jack couldn't seem to process what the man said, it must be those complicated legal jargon to confuse people. He didn't really care, he just wanted to start his training, start working, start working for the Institute, and he can start his new life. So when the man asked them all to sign at the bottom of the form, Jack, and all his fellow recruits, signed their names without hesitation.

The man then called out each recruit's name. Jack heard his name and he walks up to the man, hands over the signed form and places all of his belongings, his backpack, wallet, phone and watch, into a small bin provided to him. The man then instructed him to make his way out of the room and out onto a bus waiting by the loading dock at the back of the building. The windows of the small bus were heavily tinted and the inside was quite dark. Once inside, Jack could see that the last few rows have already been filled by the guys that were called before him. He made his way to first available row in front of them and sat down. His mind is still a bit drowsy but it's slowly clearing up a bit. Soon after he sat down, he saw his buddy Eric come onboard and sat down beside him. They smiled at each other and chatted a bit. They are both now confident that this should be an exciting opportunity for them and are looking forward to the training and work ahead. Although, at the back of their heads, there is a sense that something seems to be a bit out of place, but they couldn't pinpoint exactly the concern. A few minutes later, all 20 recruits have made their way onto the bus and they were on the road right away. The sun was bright and warm outside, although the dark windows provided a good shield for Jack and the guys in the bus. The A/C has been turned on at full blast to make sure the passengers are comfortable. Jack thought the air coming out of the vent had a slight sweet smell, but he put it off as probably being some air freshener or perfume. The rest of the ride was quiet and uneventful, and Jack, and all the other guys, slowly drifted again off to a deep sleep during the ride, under the blast of the sweet smelling cool air from the vents.

***
When Jack came to again, he already found himself inside the facility at MCP Institute. His group was greeted by a man dressed in a black skin-tight full-body rubber suit, like a motorcycle suit, complete with black tall boots and shaved head. The suit perfectly highlighted the man's body and bulging muscles underneath. The man welcomed the guys to the staff training quarter and escorted the 20 men through a series of corridors and stairs into the dormitory area. There are five rooms on each side of the hallway, where each room can accommodate two recruits with their own bed. A communal bathroom shared by this group of trainees is located at the end of the hall.

Finally, the man said his first words to the group: "Welcome to MCP Research Institute's Security Team. I'm Chief Roberts and I'm the Chief Officer leading the Security Department of the Institute. In the next seven days, all of you 20 young men will undergo an intense and rigorous training program to prepare you for your role in this facility. The Institute is a high-security operation, and therefore a high level of discipline and obedience to the rules and regulations is expected from each of you in your duties. As it's your first night here, you guys may have some rest for this evening. Training will begin tomorrow. You may now settle down in your rooms and go have dinner in the dinning room down the main corridor. We will now go through the room assignment and then you're dismissed."

With that said, the group was then paired off and assigned a dorm room. Jack and Eric shared a room. The room is fairly basic and utilitarian, similar to a college dorm room, with two single beds, a small table and a closet for each person at the back. In each of their closet, they found the same full body black rubber bodysuit that they saw Chief Roberts and the other staff wearing, but these ones have their own name tags on it instead. They were surprised that the suits were already ready for them. The two quickly tried it on and, to their further amazement, realized that the uniforms fitted to their bodies perfectly and is actually quite comfortable to wear. Jack is a straight, clean-cut guy and isn't normally into any of this kinky gear fetish type of thing. But looking at Eric dressed up in his own form-fitting uniform accentuating his muscular silhouette, Jack suddenly is starting to think how his buddy is looking quite sexy in this gear and is feeling some tingling sensation in his groin. He brushed it off as not having gotten off in a while since his girlfriend left him. Jack quickly stepped out of the room to avoid any embarrassment with Eric, only to see that all the other new recruits had also changed into their uniforms and are making their way to the dining room. Much to Jack's confusion and embarrassment again, he felt more twitching in his crotch area as he find himself checking out the other guys and staring at their hot bodies well-defined under the tight custom-fitted bodysuit uniform. Puzzled by the awkward feelings towards the guys, Jack tried to shake off the thoughts as he followed Eric and the others to the dining room.

The rest of the evening went by uneventfully and the guys went to sleep soon after dinner to get some good rest ahead of tomorrow's training. That night, Jack had a strange yet vivid dream. He was lying on his bed and Eric was also in his bed teasing and playing with his dick. They were both still dressed in their uniforms, but Eric had pulled out Jack's dick through the crotch opening in the suit. Jack wanted to push his buddy off of him, but he couldn't move and Eric's hands were expertly working up the heat on his dick. There also seems to be this strange feeling of fullness in his ass that he couldn't figure out; like he want to take a shit, but it's not unpleasant. Jack knew that it feels wrong and gay that his old roommate was jerking him off in bed, but then the feeling was so good and he needed some real relief for a long time. Before he couldn't debate about it himself any further, he felt the pressure has reached the point of no return and Jack orgasmed fiercely in Eric's hand, and the dream faded away as quickly as it appeared.

Training

The 7-day training went by in a breeze, in fact, a lot of it somehow seemed a bit blurry for Jack. He recalls that everyday started at 7:00am with the sound of the central alarm, connected to each room, and all trainees got ready for the day. After breakfast, which he only vaguely remembers (or assumed he has had based on logical thinking), they were out to begin their training. It consisted mainly of some routine physical exercises, basic defence techniques, and then lectures about the rules and duties in the afternoon. The training was somewhat relaxed and laid back, and the days went by in a bit of a blur. In fact, it seemed as though many instances of the days went missing from Jack's memory, as if he went from one event to the next with blanks in between.

While the daily events may be hazy, one thing that Jack noticed and remembers clearly was that he was constantly horny throughout the week, with his dick constantly in a mild state of arousal. It really embarrassed him the first day as he was afraid that his hard dick would appear through his tight rubber uniform. However, he didn't seem to be bothered by it anymore by the second day. He also continued to have these erotic "dreams" every night involving his buddy Eric. It started with simply masturbating each other off in the first few nights, but by the third night, Jack's dreams have "progressed" to the two of them exchanging blowjobs. By the seventh night, his dreams evolved into an intense full-out steamy gay sex scene that seem to have lasted the entire night and with Jack and Eric making out in every possible position that Jack could not even imagine. Because his sense of time has become fuzzy since the start of his training, Jack couldn't even be sure if those were dreams anymore; they felt so real and vivid, but he wasn't gay...yet he wasn't repulsed by the sex and actually enjoyed it. Another odd thing Jack noticed was that, no matter, how intense their sex was, Eric and him somehow always kept their rubber bodysuit uniform on (he also realized that he does not recall ever pulling off his uniform throughout his entire time at the facility either). There is an opening in the front for the crotch and a slit at the back for the ass, and that was all they needed to have their way with each other.

Despite the endless nightly wet dreams, Jack was still constantly aroused during the day, and the feeling only got more and more intense each day. Jack noticed that this appears to be the similar case for the other recruits as well. He could see the obvious bulges in the other guys' uniforms and their lusty eyes and grins. Some of the guys also began to make advances on other fellow recruits; more subtle at first, but as the days went by, these became more open and lewd. The dining room gradually felt more like a gay club as the lust and sexual energy seem to fill the air. Jack could hear heavy breathing and suppressed moans of pleasure from the guys around him, which causes his own constant erection to twitch and he found himself instinctively squeezing it through his uniform, adding his voice to the choir of lust around the room.

Finally, on the last day of training, the last wall of resistance was broken down. During dinner, as he sat at the table, Jack suddenly felt a pair of hands touch his thighs. He peeked under the table and saw one of his fellow trainees, Ray, knelt between his legs and staring back at him hungrily. Jack looked around further under the table and noticed that all the other guys around the table have their dicks out and he could see that they were all wet and dripping, there were obvious traces of cum around Ray's lips and the intense smell of cum invaded his nose. Ray rubbed Jack's legs again and he got the cue. Jack rationalized that sex is sex, doesn't matter who it is, as long as he get to shoot his load then it's all good. He smiled back and quickly pulled out his hard cock and fed it to his colleague. Ray swallowed his cock at once and Jack could hold back his moan of the pleasure. As the boy feasted on his cock below, Jack looked back up around the table again and could see all the other guys were looking at him with that lusty grin, fully knowing that Jack is feeling what they had just gone through as well just a moment ago. As soon as Jack shot his load down Roy's throat, Chief Roberts came in to the dinning area with the rest of the security team in tow.

"Recruits, today is your last day of training, and I'd like to congratulate all of you for passing the training," the Chief announced. "You will begin your new life as part of the security team here at MCP Institute. To make sure a smooth and comfortable transition into your new roles, I have brought along our current team for an opportunity for you all to 'mingle' with the existing staff and learn to get along together. So boys, let's get to know each other better now!"

With that said, the floor was open and the room quickly descended into an endless gay orgy of muscular guys in full rubber bodysuits. Jack and the other recruits were quickly grabbed by the other guards, pinned down on his hands and knees, and immediately ganged up at both ends. Jack could feel a hot cock ram into his butt and pumped away rapidly. At the same time, a thick throbbing dick appeared in front of his face and was immediately shoved down his throat all the way in. Jack was no longer concerned about the intense gay sex, and strangely, he also did not feel any urge to gag as the cock pushed right up to his throat in full force. There was also no discomfort at his rear end from the merciless pounding, but rather increased arousal as the cock repeatedly poked his prostate. But he didn't have time to worry much about all of that, the cock at his back soon shot its load in Jack's ass, and he could also taste the thick goo pumped into his mouth from the other dick almost right after. Taken over by the sudden and intense sex, Jack's horniness went into overdrive as well and he felt his own dick pumping out a huge load underneath, but that was not the end. As soon as the first two spent cocks pulled out another two immediately filled Jack's holes again. The new recruit soon lost track of the number of dicks shoved into him, or the number of orgasms he had, as the party seemed to go on forever. There was somehow no more sense of time or space, and no feeling of soreness or tiredness. Jack's senses became blurred once again, he couldn't seem to see who was fucking him or where he was. His feelings narrowed down to only the dicks: the one in his mouth, in his ass and the orgasms from his own.

Start of New Life

Since that "graduation party", Jack and his fellow recruits have all started their new lives as full time security staff at the MCP Research Institute. Their daily tasks were fairly routine, mostly just patrolling the seemingly endless corridors of the facility. As Jack expected, there isn't much to do in terms of security; there is hardly any people and the facility is already highly enclosed. So it came down to endless wandering through the infinite corridors, staircases, countless doors and labs, where Jack seems to be navigating on autopilot. It's as if his body knew which way to go on its own and he didn't need to think about it and would never seem to get lost. It didn't seem to make sense to Jack, but he didn't really worry about it. Although ever since he came to the Institute, he couldn't remember ever stepping outside at all and he never recall coming across any doorway or window to the outside at all. For some reason, he is not alarmed by the thought either, not that he has really any need to go out, he thought: his work and all his needs are taken care of inside the building, so he couldn't find any reason to need to step outside. Everyone is happy, and they all get along and work along well together.

Speaking of needs taken care of, perhaps the biggest perks of this job by now is the endless supply of sex. The constant arousal that Jack and his fellow recruits experienced during the training week did not go away, and their desire and appetite for sex only seem to grow stronger everyday. For some strange reasons (again Jack found odd, but somehow he did not feel shocked about it), sex appears to be a completely normal and open thing to do for staff at MCP Institute, literally. Whenever he encounters another person during his patrol, that person would come up to Jack for sex right there: in the hallways, a lab, an office, the washroom, dining hall, elevator...you name it. Mostly it is other security guards that he cross paths with, but it could also be one of the lab researchers, doctors that work at the facility. Jack felt a bit uneasy about it at first, but after being on the job for a while, he has gotten used to the practice and enjoys it along the way. These encounters seem to be daily...hourly...no, almost like a continuous stream of events, so frequent that it seems to be the only thing occupying Jack's mind, or that he could remember. Again, his memory seems to be only in snippets of events, as if they were separate scenarios jumping from one to the next with no particular sense of time, and the sex encounters seem to be the only pieces that he has any clear picture of in his mind. Waking up to a blowjob in bed with Eric, fucking another guard in the shower room, getting ploughed at both ends by other guards on the breakfast table, sucking off two lab technicians in the elevator, getting lost in an orgy with another patrol team in the staircase, getting pulled into one of the doctors' office for a suck while he continues to work on his research...the scenarios were endless. But somehow, Jack never felt exhausted or drained, each time he runs into another man, he can suck or fuck as good as his first run of the day, and his orgasms are as powerful as the last one. The thought of his job as security guard seems to have taken a back seat, as the endless great sex has taken up much of his focus. Jack loves his job and can't get enough of it.

On occasions at night, or at least when he thought it was nighttime, when he is not at work and having sex, Jack would feel himself hazily wake up from a deep slumber and find himself in total darkness. Still in a dream-like state, he feels like his whole body is immobilized in some heavy layers, like a body bag or suit, and there are tubes stuffed down his throat and nose, as well as something huge stuffed up his ass, and something wrapped tight around his dick, with another tube down his pisslit. But before he could figure out what was going on or react to it, he feels himself fall back into that deep dark slumber, with a far away voice telling him to sleep, obey, and produce cum. His sense of awareness is quickly shrouded again and Jack eventually falls back into a deep sleep, until the next day, where it's another exciting day of endless sex working at the MCP Institute.

The Reality

Dr. Roberts swipes his access card over the reader and the elevator made its way down to the basement level of the MCP Research Institute. While the research facility appears to run the typical biomedical research and development work on the surface, it is in these underground levels where the real focus, and the most valuable and prized work, that the facility, and its founder Dr. Roberts, truly operates for, is located. This is also what gives the true meaning to the Institute's full name: MCP - Male Cum Production. The Institute true mandate is a facility that harvests human male cum and supply it out for various purposes, including genetic research, sperm banks, protein products, or for sale on a "high-end black market" to those few super-rich elitists around the world, who could afford the extremely high prices, for "private use and enjoyment".

The operation down here is highly lucrative, but the measures that the Doctor has taken to collect or "harvest" a large steady supply of quality human sperm would be considered completely unethical and illegitimate by most people. As a result, only the Doctor himself and a few select individuals of the Institute is aware of and have access to these restricted basement levels. Because of its extremely attractive profits in the black market and the strategic value in the development for genetic and biological researches for potential human and population control, Dr. Roberts was able to get a number of powerful high government and military officials (several of them closeted gay men themselves) to buy into his program and secured full government and military support. The Doctor was even able to get the army officials to classify his institute as one of the "Classified Military Agencies", which ultimately allowed the MCP Institute to operate like a secret military agency, with unspoken privileges above some legal and moral obligations to facilitate some of its rather unethical activities.

The Institute is located in a remote site deep in a desert valley, where the nearest public road is about five kilometres away and the nearest trace of human settlement is at least a three-hour drive away. No visible road or land access is linked to the site; a small airstrip and helipad provide access. Given its classified status, the facility is protected by high-security fencing around the perimeter of its vast property. The research facility itself is located in a large non-descript concrete warehouse-like building that sits in the middle of the protected site.

Dr. Roberts stepped out of the elevator into a large control room with several rows of computers and control panels and around five technicians are busy monitoring the stations. The walls are also lined with screens showing monitoring camera footage of a number of different rooms.

Dr. Roberts approached one of the technicians: "How are the recruits doing so far?"

"Pretty good, Doctor." replied the assistant. "None of them have shown any signs of rejection since they were put on line about two months ago. All of their physical stats are still in good shape and the production rate has been improving steadily."

"Who has the best performance so far?", the Doctor inquired.

"Unit R235, formerly Jack Wilson, and Unit R236, Eric Bradley, sir. They both have the highest production rates and volumes amongst that new batch of 20. They have also been the most receptive and adaptive of the mental and sexual recalibration."

"Good. Keep a close eye of this new batch, as we all know that the initial three months are still a highly vulnerable period for the Units, as there is still a possibility that their minds could reject the programming. These are all carefully chosen Units that are valuable assets to the Institute, we cannot afford to have anything go wrong with them. I'd like to go take a look at them."

"Yes, Doctor. I understand. Please follow me this way", the technician responded and led Dr. Roberts across the control room to another secured door with a "Restricted Access" sign at the other end. He swiped the door open and let the Doctor in. Dr. Roberts wanted to walk around on his own, so the technician nodded politely and closed the door behind him.

Dr. Roberts is now in another long hallway with ten airtight doors on each side, and another elevator at the end of the hallway for the other levels below. The doctor made his way over to the door labelled R-12, swiped his access card on the reader. The heavy door slid open and Dr. Roberts stepped into the chamber. The small sterile room, with white fluorescent lighting, clean white walls and floor, and regulated air conditioning to keep the room fresh and comfortable, looks like a hybrid between a storage locker room and a computer terminal backroom. Four rows of "storage terminals", built with strong resistant metallic material and built into the concrete pedestals, are placed in parallel in the centre of the room. Each row of terminal is 7ft tall and contains five storage cell units side by side. A number of tubing and connection infrastructure are connected to each storage cell at the top and up to the ceiling, where these are connected further to the larger systems of the facility. As the door slides shut behind the doctor, he walks around the room to check on the terminals. The only sound in the isolated room is the air flow from the vents and the faint buzzing of the electronics at work. As he made his way past the cell with the label "R235" at the top, Dr. Roberts stopped in front of one of it and observed his latest acquisition inside. There, behind the thick, airtight tempered glass door of the storage unit, is Unit R235, or formerly Jack Wilson, although no one would be able to recognize him, or any other of the "Units" stored in the other cells, given the predicament that he is in now.

As he stared at Jack/Unit R235's, heavily secured body inside his eternal living tomb, Dr. Roberts reflected on the process that got these fine young men into their current state in front of him. Recruitment is one of three ways that the MCP Institute gets its supply of male cum producers (the others being "Solicitation" and "Detainment") and it is also the default method in order to guarantee a steady regular supply of specimen. Given its secret government ties, the Institute regularly puts out "phoney" job advertisements at local public employment centres for various positions that would require fine, young, fit men as bait to lure potential candidates in for screening and background checks. Once a set of suitable candidates has been shortlisted (good physical and mental conditions, young and single, with few strings attached), these recruits would be invited to MCP's local Recruit Processing Centre to prepare them for delivery to the Institute. An introductory video is shown to the recruits about the Institute, but it is in fact embedded with subliminal hypnotic messages that gradually puts the viewers into a trance and light hypnosis. This step has been found to be the most effective in gaining easy control over the recruits, ensuring a smoother process and also makes it an easier acceptance and transition into their new roles.

Once the mental control is achieved, the rest of process is then only formalities. A declaration form is then signed by the recruits (instructed under the hypnotic instructions) consenting that they have consented all of their possessions and rights to the Institute and they will remain property of the Institute for the rest of their lifetime. After that, still under the influence of the hypnosis, the guys remove all of their clothing and step onto the bus to be taken to their final destination. Once the bus is on its way, anaesthetic gas is released into the cabin to put everyone out for an extended period. The recruits are then driven to a private airfield, where a company private jet is waiting. The unconscious naked recruits are loaded onto the plane, strapped securely into the seats, which resemble more a prisoner transport chair than any normal airplane seats. A gas mask is fitted over each of them to keep them sedated for the entire flight to the desert. The recruiting chief passes through the cabin to confirm and register the identity of each recruit one more time and assigns a Unit number to each, which he writes down on their chests with a marker. ¬

Once the plane arrives at the MCP facility, Jack and the other recruits are unloaded and taken in for the final preparations to begin their permanent "employment" at the Institute. In a large white-tiled room, the naked unconscious bodies of the 20 new recruits are laid on metal tables spread across the room and the attendants begin the procedure. First, the attendants, dressed with heavy duty rubber gloves, boots and apron, on top of their standard full-body rubber bodysuit uniform with attached hood, pull down a hose from above each table and begins spraying each recruit's body with the bluish solution coming out from the hose. With a scrub in hand, they also scrub down the recruits' bodies, and gradually, all of the hair on the bodies are washed away until not a strand remains (except for the eyelashes). The table has a porous surface with another mesh filter underneath, so all of the liquids can drain away below and the hair is caught in the filter and disposed of. This treatment ensures that the hair will be permanently removed from their bodies to allow a smooth fitting of the bodysuit that awaits their body.

After the hair removal is complete, the attendants clean off the bodies with clear water and dry them out for the next step. Another group of staff enters the room, each carrying a plate with several black rubber objects on it, and make their way to each of the 20 recruits. This next step is to install the rubber tubing into the recruits' bodies. They begin by turning the bodies over facing down. One of the attendants picks up an 8-inch long, 4-inch wide dildo from the plate and pushes it gently into the recruit's butt hole. The black rubber dildo is hollow with an opening at the tip end and a tube protruding from the base end. This will allow for the recruit's waste to pass through and be collected by the central waste collection system. Another function of the dildo is that it will be able to vibrate and provide mild electric currents to stimulate the recruit's ass and prostate. A wire connection from the base for this will be linked to the computer control system.

Next, the nude bodies are returned to the face up position. A pair of small soft rubber tubes is fed into the recruit's nose and then carefully pushed in until they are deep down the airways up to the lungs. A small bulb is threaded though each tube up to just inside each nostril, sealing the nose around the tubes and securing those in place. A long portion of the tubes still hand freely outside the nose; these will be hooked up to the life support system to provide regulated air supply to the recruit. Another larger and thicker tube is then fed into the recruit's mouth and pushed down his throat and into the oesophagus to provide nourishment. An inflatable bulb is threaded through the feeding tube until it sits inside the recruit's mouth. The attendant then fills the bulb with a liquid rubber solution until the bulb expands and fills up the entire space in the mouth. The bulb is then sealed off permanently and the solution quickly hardens into a solid, but slightly chewy, rubber ball, effectively holding the feeding tube in place and silencing the recruit completely. The tube will likewise be linked to life support systems for food.
Once all 20 recruits have been properly fitted with the tubing connections, the attendants then move the bodies onto stretchers and wheel them into an adjacent room for the fitting of their rubber suits. The next room is in stark contrast to the cleaning room: lined with black rubber surface from floor to ceiling, and a thick rubber bodysuit hung on the wall at each of the 20 work stations across the room, waiting for their wearer to arrive. The attendants immediately begin to slip the suits onto the recruits as soon as they have been pushed up to their designated station. The suit is made of thick black rubber material, similar to the uniform worn by all the staff at the facility. However, these suits are thick, but also stretchy to ensure it wraps tightly around every inch of the wearer's body. The bodysuit is also lined with a stretchy latex inner layer, which is interwoven with a fine web of electrodes that will send tiny electric pulses to simulate tactile sensations on the skin, from head to the sole of each foot, even each finger and toe can be stimulated to give the most realistic simulation possible.

Feeding in from the back opening of the suit, the staff start by fitting in each leg of the recruit. The suit has continuous rubber socks and soles that fit snugly around each foot, down to the toes. Stretching the suit up each leg, the guys reach up to the crotch of the recruit and they work on fitting the recruit's genitals into another special feature of the suit, perhaps the most critical piece of it. At the crotch level of the suit there is a small sleeve protruding from the suit for the recruit's cock to fit in, as well as a small pouch underneath for the balls to be held separately. Similar to the rest of the suit, there are electrodes covering the entire length of the cock and all around the balls. However, in addition, the cock sleeve is slightly more rigid than the rest of the suit since it has some built-in vibrator rings that will massage the member for extra stimulation on top of the electric stimulation. A length of tube coming out from its tip will be connected to the central collection system to collect the extracted cum. A hole at the back of the suit also allows the tube from the anal plug to come out.

The rest of the suit is pulled over the upper body and sealed shut at the back. The bodysuit also comes with an attached hood with opening for the eyes, and holes at the nose and mouth for the associated tubing connections to pass through. Once the entire bodysuit is fitted properly, smoothed out and sealed tight, the attendants put on the final piece of the set: the VR helmet. The helmet is similar to a boxing headgear, with heavy padding around the head and over the ears, where there are also built-in soundproof speakers. The only difference is there are heavy goggles fixed across the eye level with snug padding to ensure a complete seal from any outside light into the eyes. The goggles themselves contain an HD screen that will project the necessary scenery and images, as programmed by the computer system, to the eyes of the wearer as part of the VR experience. With the bodysuit and helmet connected to the Institute's computer system, once activated, it will allow the recruits to be fully immersed into the virtual reality programmed by the system. All of their sensory stimulation will be controlled and monitored by the computer in line with the programmed scenarios and their minds and senses will be completely detached from their real world predicament.

This virtual stimulation is necessary to make sure that the Units can maintain a steady rate of cum production everyday. By feeding them with endless streams of erotic scenarios, the Units will therefore be constantly aroused, and coupled with the physical stimulation all over their body and genitals in sync with the sexual scenarios, it makes it much more effective for orgasms to be achieved at an industrial rate, which would otherwise be impossible under normal circumstances. The Units are tasked to produce continuously daily, 365 days a year, 16 hours a day, from 8AM to midnight, with 8 hours of rest through an induced sleep cycle. They are not stimulated for sex during their sleep, but they are still being fed subliminal messages to hypnotically condition their minds to enjoy this virtual life of endless sex under the Doctor's control.

The mild mind control and conditioning is also necessary to alter the minds of the Units into accepting and enjoying a lifetime of endless virtual gay sex. Why gay sex? It is true that simply subjecting the guys to any scenarios that matched their natural sexual preferences would have been sufficient to fulfill the purpose, but it has been decided by Dr. Roberts that all of the cum production Units at the Institute would be transformed into desiring for sex with other men. The only actual reason for this is no other than simply because the Doctor himself is gay himself, and with a sadistic desire in keeping a stable of sex slaves under his control and in captivity for his secret enjoyment. Anyone who knows the operation long enough would have guessed it, but no one would or dare to mention or ask about it, for fear of possible "repercussions". The government and military do not care either; the operation itself is already unethical to begin with, as long as the Doctor can supply the cum and bring in the cash, they will turn a blind eye on what goes on at the Institute, as long as the Doctor covers his tracks and keeps it all out of the spotlights.

Once the bodysuit and gear are fitted, the recruits are ready to be moved again to their final storage room and begin production. Four large racks are being wheeled into the room. The racks are similar to a monkey bar, with two large rectangular metal frames placed in parallel and five shorter perpendicular beams placed in between along the top of the frame. Hanging vertically from each short beam is a full body harness, which is made up of leather straps that form a net in the shape of a human body from neck down. One by one, the new Units are pushed up to the rack and the attendants carefully fit each one into the harness in accordance to their assigned Unit number, and then strung up in the rack.

When all 20 Units are strung up in the racks, dangling like some slabs of meat at the butcher (only they are heavily wrapped in rubber), the attendants push them out of the room, through a long corridor, down the elevator, to arrive at their storage room. Each rack is then moved up to a row of storage terminal in the room to transfer the Units into place.

A mechanical crane and winch system from the ceiling inside the cell is activated until it is extended about a foot outside the cell. The attendants pull two heavy leather straps from the winch and secure them on the rings on the each shoulder straps of the Unit's harness. Once the connections are secured, the attendants steady the Unit's body and engage the winch mechanism until the Unit is hanging about four inches below the top. The attendants then retract the mechanical arm back into the cell, with the Unit now hanging facing out, and further adjust the winch until the Unit's feet are clear from the floor. The staff connects all of the required life support, electronics, and collection tubing and wiring into the corresponding ports at the back of the cell. A monitoring screen on the side displaying the vital and other stats of the Unit comes to life and boots up as the system calibrates itself. The attendants attach the remaining straps all along either sides, down the back and below the feet of Unit until he is firmly secured in place inside his new home. Double checking that all of the attachments are in place and all systems are running properly, the attendants close and lock the heavy tempered glass door, completely sealing the Unit from the real world inside his soundproof and airtight prison. This 3ft by 3ft by 6ft5 "locker cell" would become the new permanent "home" for Jack and his fellow Units for the remainder of their lives, where ejaculating endless loads of cum has become their sole task and purpose in life, although none of them would realize this; in their minds, they are still security guards patrolling the grounds of MCP Institute, in search for their next hot gay sex encounter, which seems to be endless and always tireless.

Doctor Roberts looks up at the monitoring panel of Unit R235 and notices that the Unit has just ejaculated again. The rubber man inside the cell, that was once Jack Wilson, barely twitched in its bonds from the orgasm, remaining seemingly lifeless, yet highly active and excited within, like the 19 other Units in the room. The orgasm counter on the panel now reads 14, and the timer running at 8hrs:25mins:33s. Dr. Roberts quickly glances over to the neighbouring cell of Unit R236, or Eric Bradley, and the counter indicates 13 orgasms so far. The Doctor is pleased with the stats: these two new recruits have really "settled in" well with the programming and the virtual life and has made considerable progress in their cum productivity, much ahead of the others in their batch. They are now basically capable of shooting cum almost every half hour and the volume of each load is also becoming increasingly steady. Over time, the Doctor's goal is to push them until they are ultimately able to achieve ejaculation once every 15 minutes.

Dr. Roberts walks around the room one more time to make sure all of the Units are safe and sound, then lets himself back out into the hallway. He glances around at the rows of doors to the other Unit storage rooms and is satisfied with how well his secret program has come along after all these years. With over 200 Units in production now, his hard work at building the MCP Institute has paid of, with more success coming. A new wing with capacity for 600 Units is in final stages of construction and should be ready to receive in two months' time. However, the production Units are only his staple source of income to secure the viability of the Institute, and also provide the income to allow the Doctor to pursue his darkest desires underneath. Simply having rows and rows of faceless rubber cum drones in storage is not all of what Dr. Roberts wants. What he truly desires is to build a personal "collection" of prized prime male specimens in rubberized displays for his own viewing pleasures. With years of hard work and building trust with the government, he was finally able to make this impossible dream his reality. Over time, the Doctor has created his own "Collection Galleries" on two levels below the Unit storage rooms, which are completely off-limits to anyone other than the Doctor himself, or unless given permission. The "specimens" stored in these lower level galleries are not random recruits like Jack or Eric; these are specifically targeted subjects that the Doctor has carefully selected, and are placed into the collection through either the "Solicitation" or "Detainment" process.

Dr. Roberts walks to the end of the hallway, slides his access card on the reader, steps inside the elevator, and makes his way down to the gallery to check out his latest "acquisition"...