In the grimy, echoing warehouse, a circle of young men await initiation into the mysterious MK-Ultra. The air is thick with tension and the pungent aroma of farts, their bodies glistening with sweat. One by one, they're led to the center, forced to worship a colossal, veiny cock, and endure the humiliation of 'sissy training.' The room echoes with their cries of 'I'm sorry, Felipe!' as they're pushed to their limits, their bodies marked with the sacred number 666.