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The Mind Control Conspiracy Chapter 7: The Opposition Sponsored by Asbeoth By Draconicon

His father was not one for delays, and as soon as they'd finished their fun, the older fox was back at the foot of the bed, pulling his shirt over his shoulders, sliding his arms down the sleeves and buttoning up.

"You're quite the whore, Sean."

"It works for what you want," the younger fox muttered, rubbing his ass. It was still filled with seed, his father's load mixing with the little bit of Paul's seed that had been left after the douching that he'd done. "I doubt you'd be as interested in me if I didn't have that set of skills."

"I've been interested for a long time, boy. Don't doubt me on that."

"Yeah, I'm sure."

He didn't bother rolling over just yet. It would just mean more laundry, and he prided himself on the fact that he had managed to hold all the older fox's seed inside of him. The fact that nothing had slid out despite the fact that they'd done a fair bit of knot-fucking was not exactly a common whore skill, after all.

Yet, at the same time, it was hard to remain still when he knew that Jack was waiting outside.

Glancing at the window, Sean wondered how much the horse had heard. There was no way that he could have avoided guessing that something was going on, considering the whoring that he had a reputation for. The question was, did the stallion know that he'd just let his dad fuck him, or would he still be in the dark about it?

Either way, it was something to talk with him about in a few minutes.

As his father stood up, pulling his pants on in one smooth motion, the older fox leaned down and patted Sean's feet. The bigger man chuckled, shaking his head.

"I have to admit, I was hoping that you'd be a good agent, but I never expected you to exceed my expectations like this."

"The file, you mean?"

"Yes. I'm looking forward to seeing just what else you're capable of. Keep this up, and I might just raise the level of your glasses. Speaking of which, where are they?"

"My room."

"Safe?"

"Yes."

"Good. Make sure that you don't show them off in public too much. If you keep that up..."

"The Black Hats will come for me."

Aston nodded, and the two of them shivered ever so slightly. The idea of one of their family being taken away by the Black Hats was not something that either of them wanted to consider for long, though Sean imagined for different reasons. For him, he definitely didn't want to think about being put into their power, and he definitely didn't want to spend much time thinking about what they'd do to him if he was in their grip.

The deputy mayor pulled his tie back on, then his jacket. He sat down to pull his socks and shoes back on, shaking his head the whole time.

"I'm going to a meeting with the mayor. If things go right, I'll be in line for another promotion soon."

"Going to spring this little surprise on him tomorrow?"

"Late tomorrow. Make it a bit less obvious that it was planted."

"Smart."

"I'm not where I am because I'm stupid."

No, but you are there because you're a bit more aggressive than you should be, he thought. His father had always been an ambitious fox, the sort that pushed further than they should, the sort that wanted what they wanted, and would do anything to get it. The number of people that had fallen to his father's ambitions were probably in the double-digits, if not the triple, and he imagined that half the reason that Aston was the deputy mayor rather than in prison was blind luck. Pushing so many people out of the way tended to create enemies, and he had no doubt that there were people that wanted to see his father fall.

And he imagined that there was something that he could use there, if his father ever started getting out of hand.

Just have to make sure that I don't play that card early...

Finally dressed, his father nodded at him.

"You may take a shower. I'll mark you again another time."

"Are we talking cum or piss? The second costs extra."

"You'd still charge your father?"

"I'd still charge Paul, and he matters more to me."

"Hmmph. Short-sighted boy."

"Aren't you late for that meeting?"

"You're lucky I am."

As his father left the room, Sean slowly rolled to his side. He tested his grip on the cum load in his ass, found that it was settled into his depths pretty nicely. It'd stay there for a few minutes, at least.

Getting to his feet, he stretched his arms over his head. Despite knowing that he had a file on himself, and knowing that he'd been exempted - somehow - from the birth conditioning that everyone else had, he was starting to wonder if he'd been hypnotized in another way. The fact that he was so blasé about his father and brother fucking him should have been a bit of a clue, he guessed. Being quite that okay with it...

Eh, he'd figure that one out later. So long as it didn't come back to bite him in the ass, he should be okay.

As he stretched out a bit more, a finger tapped against his father's window. Sean looked over his shoulder, and wasn't surprised in the slightest to see Jack poking his head over the windowsill.

Well, I suppose it's time.

He opened the window, and the horse climbed in. He helped his long-term client to his feet, shaking his head.

"Guessing you have a lot of questions, huh?"

"Well, kinda...I mean..."

The stallion gestured around them, deliberately not looking down at Sean's naked form. The fox rolled his eyes.

"Get over it. It's business, nothing else."

"Yeah, but...but that's your dad."

"And?"

"..."

"..."

"It's kinda freaky, okay?"

"Please. It's just business. He pays me in favors instead of cash. That's all I need."

"Is...that where you got your glasses?"

"Yep."

"I'm kinda surprised. I mean...they're not supposed to do that. Let other people have the glasses, I mean."

"Well, this is complicated. But so are you, I think."

"Me? No, no, I'm not complicated at all. Just a customer. Uh. Speaking of which, can we -"

Sean silenced the horse with a finger to his lips, slowly shaking his head. The fox wasn't about to listen to that sort of bullshit, not now.

"The way I see it, you have two choices, Jack. You can tell me what's going on, or I can make you tell me what's going on." The stallion's eyes widened. "Yes, I mean the glasses. I will use them on you if you try and keep lying to me. I don't want to, and I'd prefer you to just tell me what the hell is going on without me having to force it, but you and I both know that I'm more than willing to do dirty work if it means that I get what I want. So...think very carefully about your answer, and then tell me...what are you, exactly?"

He held his fingers on the horse's lips for a second or two longer, then slowly lowered them. Jack kept staring down at him, his eyes wide, a bit of fear in them. It was a rather different look than he was used to seeing on the jock, and one that he, if he was honest, actually liked. It was like getting a little respect, something that he got precious little of as a whore.

Eventually, the stallion nodded.

"It won't hurt to tell you. You're not in the system, not the way that everyone else is, right?"

"According to him," he said, nodding off in the direction his dad had gone. "He kept me from being brainwashed when I was a kid, so I have some kind of resistance. They could probably still pull it out of me, but it'd be harder. That's as much as I've figured out."

"Well, that's something." The horse shook his head, gesturing at the bed. "Can I sit down?"

"Go ahead."

He sat down, too, feeling the wet sliminess of seed rolling around in his guts. It was slowly working its way down as it always did after a business meeting, and he knew that sooner or later, it'd be soaking his asshole, almost like a woman's pussy getting a nice lubing up from a creampie.

Maybe that'd be good for him or Paul, he thought. And dad better have that paperwork going...

He put that out of his mind, focusing on the horse, instead. Jack was rubbing his hands together, 'washing' them as he looked down at the floor.

"I, well...this is hard to say. We don't usually talk about this with people."

"Rebellion?"

"More of a resistance," the horse admitted. "We don't have a lot of power, and we can't exactly do an armed strike the way that a rebellion would do. All we can do is spread as much information as possible, get the people that figure out the system out of the way, and hope for the best."

"Like that rabbit."

"That...didn't work the way that we wanted. We were hoping that you could get him further on, now that you had a pair of glasses."

"You know, not that easy to figure that out when you just drop them in my lap."

"Yeah, um...hindsight kinda agrees with you."

"No shit."

Sean shook his head. There was no way that he would become a runner for people trying to get out from under the government's control. He had no idea if this conspiracy ran throughout the country, or through the world, or something else entirely. All he knew was that this was beyond his scope of operations.

He'd gotten into this out of curiosity, out of knowing that something wasn't right. He wasn't here to fix the situation. He was here to understand it. Maybe use it to his own advantage here and there, but he sure as hell wasn't putting himself under the freedom fighter label.

Shaking his head, he leaned back on his arms, looking up at the ceiling. The fact that the government had this level of control over its people was bad enough. The fact that there was a resistance...

Well, that was just turning this into a cheesy movie at this point.

"What kind of stuff is your resistance doing besides getting people caught?"

"He wouldn't have gotten caught if you helped him."

"He was going to get caught. The Hats knew he was coming and they were right there waiting for him."

"...How did they not get you?"

"No programming, remember?"

"Maybe you can strip that from other people."

That was a thought, and one that he hadn't actually had yet. If the glasses got to a high enough level, maybe there was a way to plug that backdoor into people's heads. That would probably leave a lot of fuckery for the people at the top of the heap to undo, and that, alone, would be nearly a good enough reason to give it a try.

At the same time, the moment that someone was 'unplugged' from the system, they would become a target, and the authorities would be hot on the tail of the person doing the unplugging. If he started doing that...

No. That'd be stupid, and it would mean that he would lose the sort of control that he already had. There were very few people that he'd even consider unplugging, anyway.

Paul.

Sean groaned under his breath as he thought of that. His brother not being under the control of the establishment would be a wonderful thing, and it'd mean that they had a better chance of being...well, together, in a good way. His father wouldn't be able to blackmail him about taking control of his brother and sending them off. They'd only have to worry about physical threats.

At the same time, if his brother was unplugged that way, he'd lose the fun that he was getting with his older brother. Paul would be back to normal, possibly not even gay anymore, and then...

Well, everything that he'd started to enjoy would be gone. He would be back to square one, back to being just a whore. A whore with glasses that could get any customer he wanted, admittedly, but that was a different thing to being a whore that had someone that cared for them that much. And Paul definitely cared for him.

"Not a good idea," he muttered. "Not yet, anyway."

"Well, I'd like to hear a better one."

"Getting more glasses."

"...Come again?"

"More glasses," Sean said. "If you had more of those, if you had even some, your little resistance would have a chance against the low-level enforcers, at the very least. They'd not be broken down the second that they stared into someone's eyes and were zonked out."

"They're better than that."

Rolling his eyes, the fox turned and fixed the horse with a level stare. Slowly, Jack sighed.

"Okay, they're not. But they're trying, and they got good hearts."

"Hearts mean nothing against something like this. If you want to have a chance, you need to have the equipment, too. Otherwise, all that willingness is going to disappear as soon as someone stares at them and puts a new command in."

"...You're right. So, can you help us?"

"Heh, probably not. But I'll keep my eyes open."

"If we can find some way to bring down the establishment, then we can start making things better. Free will can come back again. Nobody brainwashed anymore, nobody obeying orders that they don't want to obey. We can make it good again."

"...It'll never be that good. There's always orders that you have to obey. That's work."

"It doesn't have to be. We can make it good. We can start over."

There was little point in pursuing that line of conversation, he was starting to realize. Jack was a complete idealist, the sort of person that had been sold on the company line and believed it wholeheartedly. That was a good thing for a front-line soldier, he supposed, the sort of belief that might just buy the stallion a second or two against the power of the glasses. It wasn't likely, really, but it was just possible.

And he supposed it was a good way to show off the dedication of your people, when it came down to it. Seeing someone like Jack would inspire some of the less cynical folk out there to stand up to the government, to try and do something.

It wouldn't work, long-term, but he imagined that there was someone in the resistance that already knew that. This was just the propaganda to keep them going for now.

He felt the slipperiness in his guts moving further down, and he knew that he'd need to either find someone to make use of that slickness soon, or he'd need to find the toilet. He glanced down at Jack's crotch, and was disappointed to find the horse completely soft. The big guy probably had too much on his mind to think of their regular appointment.

Speaking of which...

He leaned to the side, half-exposing his ass, and the horse's eyes went down. Sean chuckled.

"I'm guessing that you're wanting to reschedule?"

"You mean - oh, god, yes, that. That..."

His cheeks burned a bit, but not as much as they did at the school. So, some of the humiliation about 'being gay' and 'experimenting' were an act that had been put on. Not all of it, perhaps, but enough to be a bit embarrassed about letting it fall now. Sean would remember that.

"Um, yes. I would like to reschedule that."

"As just a sex session, or something else?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You are going to try and recruit me at some point. Do you want to just get that over with at the next session?"

"Come on. You're free from the programming. You'd make the best agent for the resistance that we ever had."

"And I'd be the most obvious target for the Black Hats, too. I'm not gonna throw myself on your side without some serious reasons for it."

"What better reason than freedom?"

"Safety."

And pleasure, he thought, thinking of his father and brother, and everyone else that he could start affecting with his glasses. He had only just started having his fun with the world, and while he was completely understanding of the rest of the city, perhaps the rest of the world's fate under the system of the glasses and their mind control, he wasn't going to just throw in with the people trying to overthrow them. He knew how the world worked. Either he'd be one of the agents least trusted, thrown to the authorities the minute that things started getting tough for them, or he'd be the one that was kept in isolation, only brought out when he was most needed, and his family would be sacrificed.

Neither option sounded good to him.

"I can pencil you in for Saturday, next week?"

"Come on. Please?"

"Jack. This is business. You've already overstayed your time."

"You're seriously going to treat it like that?"

"Yes, I am. Now, do you want that appointment, or are you going to make me look for something further off?"

"...Fine. I'll take it. But I'm going to persuade you eventually."

"We'll see. Now, back out the window."

It was clear that his long-term client didn't like the new arrangement, but just as clear that he was going to stick to it. He nodded at the window again, and the horse got up, adjusting his pants for a moment before climbing out. Sean watched to make sure that he actually left, going around the house, and then shut the window behind Jack.

Then, he darted down the hall, running to his room. He grabbed the glasses of the nightstand by his bed just as the horse showed up at the other window. Jack was in the process of reaching for the window when the fox held up the glasses, twiddling them.

Ah ah ah, the gesture said. You want them? You have to persuade me, too.

Jack shook his head, mouthing 'can't blame a guy for trying' before heading out. The fox watched him leave, shaking his head slowly before making his way back down the hall.

He's going to be a problem, he thought. Now that he knows, he's going to either want me, or the glasses. Me would be better, because I know the glasses and the system and I'm in a good place to work with, but if he gets the glasses, he can blackmail me with them, make me agree to things to get them back.

Yes, things had just gotten more complicated. Maybe the next time he saw the horse, he should just take the glasses and control him the way that he had done to the others...

No, that would just get Jack in trouble with his organization, possibly get him ratted out. Depending on the way that the group worked, how violent they were willing to be, it might even get the horse killed.

Things were definitely more complicated. And he needed a distraction.

He put the glasses on again, ignoring the slight spark at the side of his head, and walked over to his brother's room. Paul was still naked, his cock half-hard and starting to rise, and the older fox grinned as soon as he looked up.

Before his older sibling could say anything, he activated the glasses, bringing him down to a trance. It didn't take long for his brother to be completely out of it, staring straight ahead with eyes half-closed, his cock getting harder, stiffening, dripping, filling the room with musk once again.

"You are going to be as rough as you can be. You are going to use your younger brother as hard as you can. You are going to fuck his brains out, and you are going to make sure that he's walking funny tomorrow when he goes to school. Everything that you've been feeling, all the frustration, all the annoyance, all the arousal, all the...affection...You are going to put that into the fuck, and not stop until you are done. End command."

The next morning came with some soreness, alright, and with more than a bit of stickiness. Sean rolled to the side of his brother's bed with a groan and a moan, his head aching just a bit and his hole burning more than just a bit. He managed to go from his side to his belly, and just like that -

Squelch.

"Mmmph..."

The round-bottomed fox groaned as he felt his brother's seed oozing out of him, the pressure on his stomach squeezing some out. It was a genuine squirt, too, shooting out of his loosened hole down to his thighs, and then slowly running from his gaping pucker down to his balls.

It was still warm, too, wet and messy from just how long they had been fucking through the night. Sean was pretty sure that he hadn't gotten more than a few hours of sleep, and that was disjointed and disconnected through the night. It was like he had been fucked in his sleep at least once, and he only woke up when he was reenergized enough to be woken up by the hard fuck.

Paul, at least, was completely out of it. He imagined that his brother was going to be out of it for the rest of the day, if not for the rest of the night, too. That command had been...well, it'd been enough to bring out a beast in the other fox. Maybe the military would have been a good place for him, after all.

No. Don't even joke about that.

Sean got out of bed, another squelch sending another large creampie down his legs, streaming down his thighs all the way to his feet. He groaned as he left cummy footprints on his brother's carpet, and then on the hallway floor as he walked to the bathroom.

He ended up squatting over the toilet for a good ten minutes, squeezing his belly and forcing everything inside of him out. If he had other clients in the next hour, that would have made decent lube, but for now, it was better to just have it all out and out of the way. He needed to get to school, after all.

The fox washed up, cleaning off the worst of the smells, and then got dressed. His father was already long-gone for work, and that meant that he had the house to himself. He was just getting settled for coffee when he found a note by the machine. He sighed, picking it up to give it a read.

_Sean,

I will have further instructions for you later in the day. We are going to be removing the current authority at your college, and then replacing them with someone that can keep an eye on things for us. I will call you when you arrive for further instructions. Make sure that you can get your phone out. To ensure that you are not restricted, I have temporarily upgraded your glasses to level six, enough to avoid getting caught out and commanded by anyone short of the headmaster._

Do not abuse this beyond what you already do. I do not need to be called out of my meetings with the mayor and city council to pull you out of the fire.

Aston.

He shook his head, burning the note a few seconds later by holding it to the stove and letting it fall into the ash collectors at the bottom of the burner ring. So, his father was moving to expand his control even further. No surprise, he supposed. The fox was definitely ambitious...

But if he was trying to control more than just the city council, was trying to do more than just remove the mayor, that meant his father was going for something big. He wanted supporters in the college, which meant that he might be trying to remove any high authorities in other places.

Replace the council with sycophants, perhaps? he wondered. Maybe take down some of the sheriffs that keep watch on the county properties around the city?

If that was the case, his father's ambitions might be more than just taking over as the mayor. He might be -

Sean tapped himself on the forehead, stopping that thought in its tracks. If he was right - and he was starting to think that he was - then his dad was playing a very, very dangerous game. If he was right, and he let himself finish that thought, then it would be something that someone else might be able to pull out of his head. If that happened, it would be his dad sentenced to jail, him handed over to the Black Hats, and Paul put back to military duty. He couldn't let that happen.

Dad...you're running right on the razor's edge...

That said, he was intrigued enough to go along with it. Not just because of the fact that his father had him over a barrel, too - they were still in the dance of mutual destruction - but because he was interested to see just how much he could make people do with the glasses. He was having too good a time having this power, this reach, this...this godly ability. Sean wanted to take it further, to push people to do things in real life that they would previously only do in their fantasies.

Oh, he would follow his father's orders, there was no getting around that. But, like the file that he still had hidden in Paul's room about the plan to turn people into true, open slaves with the glasses, that didn't mean that he was going to ignore the potential loopholes in the commands. There would be ways to turn things to his advantage, to start building up different possibilities for his own advancement.

You aren't the only one that's smart, dad...

He tapped the counter, thinking about what he could do with level six glasses. His father was a level five, if he remembered right, which meant that he was pretty high up. His father would never bring him up to that level, but...

He tapped his chin, thinking about it. If his father did displace the mayor, that would mean that the deputy mayor - again, his father - would have to step in to hold the seat until the city council and the city in general could elect a new person to replace them. The powers that were might just decide that his dad was a better idea, allow him to hold the seat to maintain continuity with the people, and if that was the case, his father would be upgraded, probably given a new level of power with his glasses.

But if he could be there, if he could find a way to swipe the mayor's glasses before they were taken off-line, he might be able to bump up his glasses without his father knowing. If he could be quick about this...

Yes, that'd work out well. Then he and his father would be on the same tier of authority, and only he would know about it.

Sean smiled at the possibilities, nodding to himself. If he could pull that off, it'd be perfect.

There was a groan from down the hall, and he knew that Paul would be getting up soon. His brother would be spent, though, so he didn't worry about getting fucked. Instead, he just got up and walked back to his brother's room.

His glasses were still on the nightstand. Putting them in his pocket for now, he lingered as he looked down on his brother, the older fox rolling slightly onto his side, groaning as he pulled himself around a pillow. It almost looked like Paul was cuddling it, and the way that he nuzzled against it a bit, too...

Shaking his head, Sean sat down beside his older brother, running his hand down the other fox's hip. It was hard to put into words what he felt. He wanted to keep this business-like, wanted to treat his brother like another client, but there was something there that kept changing. The more time that he spent with Paul - the nice Paul, the wanting-him Paul - the more that he wanted to be there. It was like...

I'm not falling in love.

Sean couldn't afford that, even if it was true. He didn't want it to be, but he had to acknowledge that it was possible. He needed to keep his head clear, his intentions focused, his plans running forward.

But that didn't mean that he couldn't feel a bit sorry for this big lug.

Shaking his head one more time, he got back to his feet, getting his things, making sure that he was properly dressed, and then walked out of the house. He would need to wait for a while to catch the right bus, and if his father had a plan for the college, he needed to be in place early.

Particularly if he was going to have a bit of fun with his new glasses.

The fox smiled as he reached into his pocket, running his fingers along the frames. So far, this had changed his life. They'd given him the power to feel respected, the ability to be himself and make other people okay with it. They'd made everything feel right.

So, how much more could they do? How much further could they take him, and how much better could they make his life?

He intended to find out.

The End