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The Mind Control Conspiracy Chapter 4: An Upper Hand Sponsored by Asbeoth By Draconicon

The bus ride home was filled with all sorts of little annoyances, petty as they were. Every little delay, whether it came from a disabled person getting on the bus - and requiring everything to come to a halt as they were tied down in the front - down to the traffic troubled Sean, forcing him to keep calming himself down with one ritual after another. Tapping his fingers on the window, breathing deep, anything that made him think about something other than the fact that his dad was going to be involved in this before long.

Deputy Mayor Aston Decar, he thought. He can't exactly just ignore this, not with all the work that he's put into trying to climb the ladder...

He shook his head. His father had been part of the political system of the city since before he and Paul had been born. A campaigner that was picked up by one of the bigger politicians, and then pulled into the whole mechanisms that ran the city, the older fox was still gunning for higher and higher positions. He'd heard his father talking about running for mayor next year, taking the chance to move from his deputy position to the real one, and considering the number of press conferences he had done, Aston probably had enough public awareness to claim the spot.

His father wouldn't want to let anything get in the way of that, whether it involved his family or not. Already, he'd focused Paul's lusts into whores, and then pushed his brother to get involved with the military. Hell, that might have been due to the fact that the old man wanted to have a military presence in the family to sell his political campaign.

And if Sean's antics were enough to get him into trouble, then the old man would have to distance himself...or hide it.

Please, please, please get home before he does, he thought, tapping on the bus window. Must go faster, must go faster...

Finally, the bus pulled up a block or so from his house. Sean leaped to his feet, running out the door before the driver had completely stopped, and then darted across the street. He ran so fast that he could feel himself wobbling, almost falling over from his own momentum as he ran down the sidewalk.

There was no car in the driveway when he got there, so that was something. He let out a small sigh of relief...and then fell right on his face as he stumbled at the edge of their yard.

Sean faceplanted right into the dirt, grinding to a halt a few feet away from the door. He groaned under his breath, wincing at the feeling of the abrasions along the side of his face, but slowly pushed himself to his feet. His legs ached, his face hurt, but at least he had managed to beat Aston home.

"Paul?" he called out with a small groan. He clutched his face, rubbing his muzzle. If he'd busted something...

"Paul? You home?"

The door opened, his brother looking out at him with a bemused expression. Not the sort of thing that really took away the ache and humiliation of slamming face-first into one's lawn, but better than some of the alternatives. The older fox was dressed in a pair of sweat pants that did nothing to hide his bulge, either, and he hadn't put on a shirt.

Must have stayed home all day...

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Long story," Sean muttered. "Come on. Let me -"

"Glad you finally got home. I was just about to start calling you to come over," Paul said, smirking as he pulled out another hundred. "I've been thinking about last night, and I think I need another round."

Right now? Really?

It wasn't often that the fox was actually surprised at something, but the last twenty-four hours had been full of them. This was just one more to throw onto the pile as his brother waggled the hundred-dollar bill back and forth. The fact that Paul wanted him to go back to being a whore now - now, of all times - was both flattering and arousing.

And it was also the stupidest thing that he could do. Shaking his head, Sean waved it off.

"I need to talk to you."

"You can talk after."

"Paul -"

"Shh."

His brother pulled him close, stuffing the hundred down his pants. Sean's eyes went wide as he felt the pressure of the bill against his cock, the bill sliding partway into his sheath in a surprisingly expert push from his older brother.

"You can talk after. Right now, you should be giving me all the service you did last night."

"Paul, I'm serious. We need to - mmph!"

His eyes went wide as his brother unzipped him right there on the porch, pulling his sheath and balls out and grabbing the latter tight. He hissed at the sudden, dominant tug, unable to resist as he was dragged into the house again. He could feel his cock rising already, the roughness getting to him.

Fuck, fuck. This is not a good time for this...

He fumbled for his pocket, but Paul was already taking charge. His older brother pushed him to his knees, holding him there with one hand and pulling him close with the other. Sean's nose brushed against that thick bulge in his brother's sweats, the hot scent of sex and cock already pushing through the fabric and filling his nose.

"Come on, you know you want this."

"Fuck...Paul..."

"Come on. You loved your brother's musk last night. Show me how much you love it now."

It was stronger, too, which meant that the older fox hadn't bothered to shower after their romp. He groaned as he breathed in the thick smell of hot male scent, feeling it burning through his brain and setting his needs on fire. His cock pushed up against the bill lodged in his sheath, the tip already spilling free.

He couldn't help himself as he nuzzled into that thick bulge, grinding the side of his cheek against it. His brother's erection was getting thicker and harder against the rough cloth of the sweatpants, which in turn only made him harder in anticipation.

It didn't get easier as Paul pushed down on his cock with one foot, the thick toes clenching around the sides of his erection. Sean groaned under his breath, his hips twitching.

"Heh, what's the matter, Sean? I thought that you were the best whore out there. Don't tell me that I need to start calling someone else to take care of this?"

The surge of professional pride didn't help, either. He grumbled under his breath, trying to fight the hunger for fun with a bit of logic.

You don't need money right now.

This wasn't about the money.

You don't have to prove anything.

This wasn't about the pride, either.

You have plenty of other dicks to ride.

But this one was special.

He doesn't really want you.

That did it. Sean panted as he pulled his head back, finally grabbing the glasses out of his pocket. He pushed them on, pulling them on and ignoring the shock to his skull. Paul was already chuckling, looking at him and saying something about a nerd fantasy.

_ Trance.exe. _

And just like that, his older brother went still, deep into the trance state. Sean groaned, panting for breath for a few seconds before getting himself back to his feet. The feeling of getting off his knees was more of a relief than he really wanted to admit, particularly with how hard it had been to pull himself back from giving his brother all the excellent services that he could provide.

Need to focus. Need to focus on getting things straightened out, then I can focus on him, he thought. If dad catches us...

That was the rub. He remembered that Aston had done something to Paul, made it so that his brother wouldn't do anything to Sean for some reason. That had been really, really strange to see in the record, but he'd been too busy pushing for other bits of information to really think about it. That, and the fact that he'd needed to install an incest fetish, had been enough to convince him that there wasn't really any interest there.

But what if there had been? What if there...

No, that was crazy talk. He needed to stop thinking about that and start thinking about what he was going to do with their father. Sean pulled his pants back up, then pointed back to Paul's room.

"Go to your room. Stay there. I have to deal with something."

"...Yeah...sure..."

His brother's voice was quiet, subdued.

"And don't forget to give me that information I asked for."

"Yeah...will write...will forget..."

It was definitely different from the last trance, almost sounding a little disappointed. Sean didn't know what to make of it, but he hoped that it didn't mean what he feared it did. He didn't need his older brother getting a crush on him or something like that. He needed to keep it business.

He needed to make sure that one of them did, at least.

As the older fox walked away, Sean glared down at his dick. It was still throbbing, still begging for attention, and he sighed.

"Looks like I got a problem client..."

Shaking his head, he took off the glasses, hissing at the painful shock again, and put them back in his pockets. He walked down the hall to the kitchen, getting himself a glass of water. He'd barely managed to get it poured before the sound of an approaching car pulled him out of his funk.

His father was home. Deputy Mayor Aston Decar was home.

Time to put on a show, I guess, he thought.

Sean pulled himself onto the kitchen table, sitting on it like it was some sort of lounge chair. He kicked off his shoes, getting as comfortable as he could, and he rested his hand near his pocket so that it was as close as possible to the hypno-glasses inside. The last thing he needed was to face his father completely unarmed.

The older fox stormed in. He was graying in the face, slightly, his whiskers starting to droop and some of the white fur turning more silver along his chin. Despite that, his dad's suit was filled out still, stiff and firm along the shoulders and torso, and there was a commanding presence in the other fox's eyes that belied his age...and had nothing to do with the glasses, either.

"Sean."

There was a plethora of emotional feelings in that word, and Sean knew every single one of them. Annoyance at the path that he'd chosen. Irritation at the way that he was always pushing the limits of society. Sadness that he wasn't falling in line. A hint of pride that he was still around.

And something else, something that had always been there but he had never had a word for. Fear. Not fear for him, but...fear of him.

The fox smiled slightly to himself, leaning back a bit further. Despite his 'respectable' shirt being stained, he managed to pose like he was showing himself off, thrusting his chest forward a bit, giving a slight vixen look rather than a full 'tod' showing.

"Yes, Deputy Mayor?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Don't. For once in your life, don't."

"Why not? It's not like you're not banging your secretary."

"This is serious, boy. What did you do?"

"What did I do? Nothing at all."

"Don't play games with me. This is serious."

"Like you sending Paul to join the military wasn't?"

There. A hint of surprise. A hint of something that hadn't been expected. His father was on the back foot, just like he had been two years back when a reporter had flung a question at him that hadn't been expected. Something that hit at a secret that wasn't supposed to be known.

You never change, do you, father? he thought. Never get better. I guess that's what happens when you have the glasses.

He smiled as he pulled one leg up, the movement done calculatedly, pushing the borders of propriety in the way that it made his ass tighten, the way that it made the curves of his rump that much more obvious. He cocked his head to the side as he looked the older fox in the eye, watching for the -

Yes, there it was. The tell-tale look down, the glance for something that was a bit naughty, something that only a man interested in other men would do. Oh, his father had some interests, alright.

I wonder if he was just projecting on Paul, then, Sean wondered. He wanted me, so maybe he thought that Paul would, too...

He smirked, despite himself. It was hard not to feel overconfident when he was seeing something like his, when he was being handed blackmail on a silver platter. The young fox stretched his leg back out, wiggling his toes.

"You know, father, you have been playing a lot of games. I saw a lot of records, actually."

"Sean. What. Did. You. Do?"

"Nothing that you wouldn't. Nothing that you haven't."

"..."

"I've been curious for a while now, actually." He was playing a dangerous game, and he knew it. There was nothing that he could do to back down from this if he played it wrong. But it was the only way to keep himself safe. His father had to be at least a level 7, maybe higher. And if he could give the old man what he needed... "Tell me, why did you protect me? Why didn't you make me like Paul?"

"...What do you mean?"

"Don't play coy, father," he said, smiling as he laid back further, shifting his pose to make his ass a little more visible. He rolled to the side, putting his back to his dad, feeling those eyes looking down at his rump. He even flagged his tail slightly to make the offer a bit more clear. "I got a pair of the glasses. I can see the records as well as you can. I was never hypnotized, never conditioned."

"..."

"I know that had to come from higher up. Someone that didn't want me to be easily hypnotized, a drone like the others. Why do that, hmm? Why put such a danger in a family?"

"Maybe I was just trying to be a good father. Maybe I regretted what happened to Paul."

"I don't think so."

It was painful to say something like that, but the game required him to be honest. If he played coy, his father could pull the rug right out from under him, start setting the terms. No, he had the older fox on the back foot, and he needed to keep that advantage, needed to stay on the attack so that Aston couldn't take control back.

He rolled off the table, throwing a swish into his steps, one that had his ass shaking back and forth. His father was watching, he was sure.

Oh, father. Staring at your own son. I bet if I looked at you with your glasses, I'd see so much more than just secretarial pleasures from you, he thought.

He poured himself another glass of water, turning around while leaning on the countertop. Sean swirled it about the way he imagined a high-class businessman might have done, all the while thinking it through. He was running forward at a ridiculous, frantic pace in this conversation, figuring it out as he went. What else was there?

"You were already higher than most when you had me. You knew that I'd be a good little tod if I had those hypnotic commands put in me. You also knew that meant that other people could control me instead of just you..."

There was a twitch there, something that couldn't quite stay hidden. Annoyance, yes, but something more. His father didn't like him digging here, didn't like him unearthing the different things that had been buried in the past with this little operation.

Think. Think clearly. You need to get this right on the first go, he thought. Why would someone so ambitious - oh, that's it...

"You wanted someone that was a free agent. Someone that other people couldn't control. Someone that you could direct, if you had to, someone that would do what you said, and only what you said."

"...How did you know?"

"Not that hard to figure out, father," he said, shaking his head, putting the cup down again. "You want something big, something hard to attain on your own. The world is filled with different controllers, different people that are trying to maintain an order all their own. It would mean that any allies that were under you would be vulnerable to someone that was of your rank or higher. And it would mean that you had no chance of relying on others to carry out your orders if they were constantly at risk of being pulled under someone else's control."

He shook his head. It was just like the older fox to push someone else into his game, to look for a way to go with the rules while still finding a loophole to work around them. He had done that his entire political career, bringing down his opponents by pointing out when they had broken the laws while still finding every loophole to work himself into a better position. His father knew the letter of the law better than anyone that he had ever met, and the older fox was not afraid to use it to his advantage.

Sean still remembered the case where the former mayor - the one that had served before his father's current boss - had been indicted on a prostitution and racketeering charge. The whole city had been in awe at the way that it had been handled, right up until the media started tweaking the story. But Sean still remembered.

It had been legal for his father to give the 'gift' of pleasurable company to the mayor, but it had been illegal for the mayor to accept it and start regifting. The older fox had known what would happen, and had played it out for all that it was worth.

His dad was very, very good at what he did, but Sean was starting to wonder if he was just a little bit better.

His father looked at him, slowly shaking his head as if in disbelief. Sean just smiled back, leaning on the counter.

"If you want me as an agent, then I suppose that we'll need to talk about what you want me to do."

"You're still willing?" His father arched an eyebrow. "That's surprising."

"I'm not particularly stupid, father. You're the one that made me into what I am. Smarter than the average fox, and with more free will than anyone else in my generation. That means that I owe you a certain something...and it means that you still have the keys to make me do things that I don't want to do. Unless you were stupid enough to not put in a back door?"

"Of course I wasn't stupid enough for that."

But you might have been unable to, anyway, Sean thought. It depends on how it works...If by putting in a back door, you risked losing me to someone else's control...

He didn't know how it worked, but he knew better than to push for details right then and there. His father was right on the edge of losing control, here, and if he pushed his dad for too much more, the deputy mayor might just decide it was worth losing the asset that he had planned for himself in order to keep himself safe.

But still...

"I'm sure you have something to keep me working for you, then. But keep in mind, I figured all this out," Sean pointed out. "I know what you did. How you broke the law."

"..."

"I don't want to expose you. Because that would expose me. But if you push me too hard, if you decide to try and make me do something I really, really don't want to do, I can push back. Do you understand me, father?"

"...This was not how this was supposed to go."

"I suppose it wasn't, but this is how it's going now."

"Let's make one thing clear, Sean. You work for me."

"Heh, I work for anyone that can pay, father. I hope that you have the resources to get what you want."

"You know I do."

"Then let's talk about what I get out of it, shall we?"

"...What do you want?"

"To start, an unassigned pair of these."

He reached into his pocket, pulling out the glasses. Aston took them from him, not looking surprised in the slightest. Not that the fox had expected his father to. He had to have known that the head librarian hadn't been responsible for the latest actions. The older fox folded them up, putting them in his pocket.

"I'll see that you get something."

"Level 7, at least," Sean said.

"I'm level 5. 7 is too high for you."

"If you want me to be effective, I need to make sure that nobody can question me when I'm using them. Level 7 is the minimum for public work."

"You better have something to offer me to make sure that it's worth it."

"Father, you think I haven't been watching where you're looking?"

For the first time, Aston blushed. Not much, but there was enough heat in his cheeks to light them up, to show off just how much that statement had embarrassed him. It was enough to make the younger fox smirk.

He reached down to his pants, thumbs hooked into his waistband, and he slowly shimmied out of them, swaying his hips from side to side. It didn't take long for the jeans to fall to his ankles, and it took even less time for him to step out of them. His g-string was starting to tent in the front, his cock pushing forward against the flimsy satin.

His father's eyes were locked on him, staring up and down his body as he approached. Sean loved that look. It wasn't a hypnotized fascination, as Paul's had been, but rather a genuine hunger for his son's body.

Yes, that's it. Look at me. Look at what you've been wanting for years. Look at what you wanted to take but didn't let anyone else touch...

Coming to a halt in front of his father, he reached down and cupped the older man's groin. He wasn't quite as well-endowed as Paul was, but there was no real lack of shaft down there. The old man had a good dick, a little bit longer than his, but not quite as thick. At least, not yet.

"You give me the glasses, and I'll make sure that you get all the willing service that you want, old man."

"I...You really are a whore..."

"More of a whore than you can imagine, father. You want your son to suck on you, hmm? Or do you want to see just how deviant I can be?"

"..."

"I'll take that as a yes. Come."

He smiled, taking his father by the bulge. This was almost better than hypnotizing someone into wanting him. This time, it was something that he could take charge of with his own instincts, his own charm.

It didn't take long to get his father out of his clothes once they were back in the master bedroom, and it took even less time to get that dick up and hard. The elder statesman varied between confident and nervous, and it only fed Sean's power trip to hold it over his father's head.

No wonder he was always humping those secretaries, Sean thought as he held the old man's cock in hand, leaning in to nuzzle along the side, sucking in the scent. He was trying to keep himself distracted...

Not that the old man had done a very good job at that. The more that he thought about it, the more he realized that his father had been ogling him for years. Ever since he became of age, he had been the subject of the old man's stares and fantasies. He imagined that the various secretaries that got used back in his father's office had become more and more like him, more like vixens, then feminine foxes, then slightly more burly tods.

Always working up to him. Always working to give him something like Sean.

He chuckled, lifting his father's shaft to lick at his balls. The older fox groaned in pleasure.

"Mmmph...never thought I'd raise...such an eager bitch..."

"I bet that's what you wanted all along, wasn't it, father?"

"Fuck..."

"You like it when I remind you, hmm?" Sean asked, chuckling. "You like remembering it's your son licking you down here? That I'll do anything you like, so long as you keep giving me what I want?"

"Damn it..."

"How close am I to earning those glasses, hmm?" he asked, dragging his tongue along those hot, fat, furry orbs again, dragging his tongue down along the taint as his father leaned back. "Or do you want to see just what else I can do with my tongue before you decide?"

"Fucking Christ...you want to eat your dad's ass?"

"I want to do anything that gets me paid..."

His father hesitated for a moment, then leaned back, pulling his ass cheeks apart. It was clear that his dad's ass had never taken a cock, considering how tight it was. It was pulled taut, the pucker almost inviolate. Perhaps it had taken a tongue or two, but he'd bet that his dad had always been one to order that rather than have it offered.

Sean didn't mind eating ass. Hell, often enough, he loved doing it, and loved having clients that liked him doing it.

He grinned, licking his lips as he leaned in. He huffed, puffing a hot breath over his old man's hole, then leaned in to take a breath. The hot, slightly bitter smell of that pucker drew him in, as did the slightly spicy smell of the sweat lingering in the fur around it. The fox stuck out his tongue, dragging it from the base of his father's tail to the twitching hole.

One lick, two, three, each one sucking off some of the sweat and musk that clung to the flesh and fur down there. He groaned under his breath, starting to huff against it, dragging his tongue along the pucker line. His father moaned over him, jerking his cock slowly, while Sean kept nudging his tongue against the hole proper.

That's it, get nice and relaxed, nice and horny, he thought, flicking his tongue against his dad's asshole again and again. A little more, a few more laps.

He swirled his tongue around that hole, feeling the wrinkled skin starting to relax against the licks. The deputy mayor of the city groaned, leaning back further, spreading his ass cheeks further than before. His legs were up in the air, his toes curling, and Sean smirked at the whole thing.

He might be on the bottom here, but there was no doubt as to who was in control.

Two, three, four more licks, then he pushed against that pucker again. His dad flexed against him, but it was too late. One firm push of his tongue -

"Nnnngh!"

And he was tongue-fucking his dad rather than just rimming him. He grabbed hold of those ass cheeks, holding them, keeping his dad's rump pressed against his face as he forced his tongue in deep. The old man's grunts turned to gasps, and those gasps turned to moans in short order.

"Fuck...never had...someone that eager before...Hoo...hoooo..."

Nobody ever understood how they could get so turned on when they were getting rimmed properly, Sean had found. Even experienced doms seemed to get a little lightheaded when they were getting eaten out back there, and not many of them could stand up to a proper ass-suck. He thrust his tongue in deep, finding the prostate every time, flicking his tongue around to get that hole nice and slippery.

Not for fucking, of course. He knew better than to think his dad was interested in something like that. More to make a point. More to make sure that his father knew that they were going to be in this for the long haul, and that as long as he got what he wanted, his dad would get everything that he needed.

He kept up the tongue-fucking for a good few minutes, finally pulling back when he could feel the pre-cum rolling from his dad's cock running over his face. He rubbed his muzzle dry, then smiled as he pulled himself up onto the bed. He straddled his father's lap, grinding his ass back.

"Nnngh. You little...fuck-slut..."

"That's the job, dad. Tell me, how many times do I gotta make you cum?"

"Let's start with four."

"Heh, least now I know where Paul gets it from..."

"...Paul?"

"Let's just say that he's had first dibs."

There was a sudden glint in his father's eyes, and the hands that had been rubbing along his hips suddenly clenched. The tight grip told him everything that he needed to know, and Sean smirked as he leaned back, teasing that twitching dick with his hole.

"Oh, did I let that slip? Were you hoping to be the first man in the family to have my ass? Because Paul had it all night long last night..."

"That...fucking..."

"Maybe you should see if you can out-fuck him..."

"Oh, you fucking bitch. Get on that cock, boy!"

"Yes, sir."

He smiled as he slammed his ass down, taking his father's cock dry. The pre-cum was the only thing that gave it any ease, and Sean was grateful for the work that he'd put in with his brother's cock. Paul might have been pushy, but goddamn it had helped to take that monster for as long as he had.

His father might not be as big, but the old man definitely had motivation, and that made all the difference as he was bounced in his father's lap in an entirely new way.

The End