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The Mind Control Conspiracy Chapter 8: College Play Sponsored by Asbeoth By Draconicon

Somehow, the bus ride to college seemed to take no time at all. While he was tempted to use the glasses beyond simply saving himself money on a fare, he restricted himself from going too far. The last thing he needed was to leave a trail of hypnosis and mind control for someone to track him with. The Black Hats were good at their job when they were finally put on the trail of someone that had defied them, and the last thing that he needed to do was make himself a target.

Besides, he had a hard enough job ahead. He didn't need to go around making it more difficult.

As the fox got off the bus at the edge of the school parking lot, he couldn't help but look around. The fact that he had glasses that were all the way up at level six meant that he could do whatever he wanted. Managers were level seven, and he imagined that the teachers would either be managers or just slightly less than that. They were supposed to hold their classrooms in thrall, and that meant that they needed a decently high clearance.

Then again, they were mostly dealing with unemployed students, and those students were probably programmed to obey a teacher set of glasses. Regardless, he imagined that the only member of the faculty that would match him was the headmaster, and that was something that he could work around.

He grinned to himself, curling his toes in his shoes in anticipation of a fun day.

As he walked across the parking lot, he pulled his glasses out. Bracing himself for the shock, he slid them on and started looking at the different students that were making their way inside.

Not you, not you, not you...

The files that popped up in the lenses were great for filtering out the ones that would be too much work, or that would be a little less than enjoyable. He was able to see what their habits were, what sort of stuff they did in their free time, what kind of life they led. The glasses seemed to have more access to personal files the higher level they were, since the ones that he had gotten from the assistant librarian had been nowhere near this detailed.

He paused as he looked at a larger wolf, one that he believed was on the sports team. One of them, anyway, as he hadn't had much interest in the jocks save for potential clients for his business. Sean tapped the side of the frames, looking more intently at the canine in question.

John Darpin. Leading scorer of the soccer team. Closet gay man, using family money to hide it by hiring girls to keep his reputation as a stud.

"...Access internet history," he muttered, wondering if it would actually work.

It did. The glasses started streaming image after image in front of him, showing what sort of stuff John tended to look through on a daily basis. Tons of sluts that were tied up, that were pinned to the wall, that were begging for a hot dick up their ass. Some were being done in public, and some were being held down by bondage, and some were being used by machines.

And all of them were foxes.

He smiled, thinking that he might have found a new source of money. Jack was probably going to be a bit difficult to keep around, now that he knew that the horse was part of some 'resistance', and he needed someone rich to keep him in the lifestyle in which he had grown accustomed. John could very well be that new guy.

Access programming history.

Files splayed out across the glasses as he kept following the thick-shouldered wolf across the parking lot, following him up the stairs. There weren't that many files on the wolf's mind, it seemed, mostly focusing on pushing him into sports, making him into a good man, and ensuring that he was -

Oh, yes. There was one that was keeping the wolf at a high level of libido, making sure that he was constantly churning. Apparently, John's dad was looking forward to having grandchildren, and he was trying to keep his boy horny enough to knock someone up the first time the opportunity came up.

So very easy to work with that...

He chuckled under his breath, pushing the glasses a bit more firmly against his face as he picked up speed. Paul was going to have a bit of a sloppy ass to work with today, but he imagined that his nasty brother would enjoy that. The fact that the older fox seemed to like dominating him, putting him in his place, forcing him down like that was not lost on him, and he felt that Paul would like the opportunity to show him where he 'belonged'.

It was easy to catch up with John, and he tapped the big guy on the shoulder. The soccer player turned, looked down at him -

Initiate trance.exe.

And as soon as they made eye contact, the glasses had him zonked. He stiffened, then relaxed. The fox smiled, putting his hand on the big guy's shoulders, and pulled him up the steps while maintaining eye contact.

"Follow me. We have to talk."

"Yes...talk..."

They passed between some of the other students, catching eyes here and there as they walked from the stairs to the restroom. Sean made sure that the room was empty, then pulled the janitor bucket that had been left behind the day before under the door handle. No need for them to be interrupted.

That done, he sat on the shelf that housed the sinks, crossing his arms as John followed him, continuing to stare into the glasses.

"Let's see...how long has it been since you fucked a guy, John?"

"Too long. My dad keeps wanting me to breed, but we haven't gotten a contract on that yet."

"But he doesn't let you fuck guys on the side?"

"He said that doesn't help the family line."

"Ah, poor guy. I bet you're all sorts of pent-up."

He lifted his sneaker, pressing the toes to the wolf's crotch. No sooner had he made contact than John groaned, arching his back a bit, pushing his hips forward almost as if on inspection.

"Mmm, you like that?"

"Nobody's touched me in too long..."

"Then let's see what we're working with, huh? Take it out."

"Mmmph...Now?"

"Now."

The wolf nodded, reaching down to his crotch, and Sean lowered his legs to give the other guy some room. He leaned back, wondering just how much he was going to see when that zipper came down.

Plenty, it turned out. The wolf's cock was longer than Paul's, topping out at just over ten inches, though the knot was about equal. It looked like a big fat thing for a big strong wolf, though, so it fit him a bit better than Paul's cock fit him.

He smiled to himself, reaching down and stroking a finger from the base of the shaft all the way up to the tapered tip. Already, it was dripping, and he could see the file that the wolf's father had put in there. It would basically make it so that the guy had a hair trigger for any hole that his cock was slammed into, ensuring an instant breeding for any unfortunate female that caught the big guy's interests.

Let's see if we can tweak that...

"What are your kinks, John?" he asked. "Tell me."

"Machine sex. Bondage. Feet. Domination. Foxes. Watersports. Master/Slave play. Prostitution."

"Hmmm, quite a list."

"Gaping creampies, too."

"You have a lot to work with."

And a lot that he would have fun with, particularly as some of the files that were coming up showed that the wolf family had a dungeon on their property, a place where people could go for some rather intense play sessions. He imagined that he would be visiting John there in the future, allowing the wolf to blow off some steam for a bit of cash.

That said, he'd need to be careful to make sure that he could still leave the dungeon at the end of that, but he imagined that he could figure out a way to make that work.

He smiled as he undid his shoelaces, pulling off his socks and shoes and stuffing them under the sink. Lifting his feet up, he wiggled his toes in front of John's nose, and he watched the hypnotized jock sniff the air, huffing in the smell.

"Yes, you like that, don't you?"

"Mmmph..."

Splut, splut went the wolf's cock, squirting on the floor. Yes, he liked it, alright. Hell, he could probably make the big guy cum hard right then and there, if he stroked the shaft a few times. It might only take one with his hypnotized hair-trigger. Of course, that would be rather disappointing when it came to sex...

Let's fix that...

With a thought, he brought up the files that detailed the way the hair trigger worked. It was easy enough to go through that and add a few conditionals. Surprisingly easy, for that matter, but that was probably because of the level of his glasses at the moment. If he had still been at the level of the assistant librarian, he doubted that he would have been able to do any of this.

As it stood, he shifted the condition. It would be a hair trigger, but only if it was inserted into pussy. Other than that, it would be in a chastity lock, the wolf's cock nothing more than a dildo unless he was given the command to cum. It was a hard command to give, he had to admit, but he wanted more than just a cum fountain with his customers. That, and the fact that he could push it further whenever he wanted, making the big guy cum however and whenever he liked, was too good an opportunity to pass up.

He also made it so that the wolf would get a hard-on whenever he looked at a fox, and harder still when he saw Sean. He wanted to make sure that John started to get an addiction to him, wanting him whenever he was walking down the hall.

The best way to get ahead in life was to make sure that everyone that needed him simply couldn't imagine their lives without him.

As the glasses told him that the modifications were made and saved, he lowered his feet to the big guy's cock. It was a thick shaft, and it was already slick and wet, dripping still despite the chastity order. He supposed that made sense. After all, there was no reason for him to stop oozing pre-cum, and it was actually kinda sexy to watch.

The sight was getting even better as he worked his feet up and down the shaft, working his toes from the base to the tip, and then back down. He could feel the wet slime warming the bottoms of his feet, soaking the pads and then along to the toes, and then soaking the fur as well, oozing musky goo against his soles.

He grinned a little wider as he started batting the wolf's cock between his feet, watching John's face. It kept twisting up in pure pleasure, happy bliss, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he started getting more into one particular fox than any other.

I might have to add something to keep from being kidnapped. Don't want that obsession to get too out of control.

Sean tilted his head back a bit further, leaning against the mirror as he jerked that fat wolf cock off between his feet, groping himself as he watched John's legs shake, as the big stud shivered and shook above him. The way that he was spitting pre against the counter was a beautiful sight, one more reminder of his power.

And who says that a whore can't have power, can't have respect?

He was right on the verge of pulling his pants off and giving that fat dick a ride when his phone went off. Sean looked down at his pocket, groaned, and then held up a finger to the soccer player.

"One second."

Flipping his phone out, he tapped the screen and held it to his ear.

"Hello, dad."

"Glad you're prompt. What are you doing?"

"Messing with a rich kid."

"I told you not to go too far."

"I haven't. I've just added a few small things."

"No root changes?"

"No, just a few surface ones."

"Fine. But you're on the clock now, so get your ass back to work."

"You have an idea for taking down the headmaster?"

"Of course."

"And his replacement?"

"The head of the math department."

"Professor Thalen?"

"The very same. The man owes me a lot, and he'll owe me even more when I give him his dream position."

It was an interesting choice. Professor Thalen was the one that ran the math department with an iron claw, the eagle looking out for any slight discrepancies in the numbers that his professors submitted to him. He was the uptight asshole that everyone else feared, and the sort of person that would make life hell for anyone that was immediately under him. Putting him in charge of the college would make it impossible for anyone to sneak anything through without the eagle noticing.

Which was probably why his dad wanted to have Thalen in charge. It would mean that one of the sharpest people in the city was working directly for him, and it would mean that he'd neutralized someone that could track his habits in the city. His father had picked out a surprisingly good place to start.

I'm going to have to watch out for the old man a bit more than I thought.

Still rubbing his feet along the wolf's cock, he pressed it up, curling his toes around the head as it oozed like a flowing lotion along his feet. He rubbed along the underside with his other foot, still chatting away.

"And how do you want me to get rid of the headmaster?"

"I'm sure you know that there's ways of discrediting people."

"You want me to make another scandal."

"A live one this time. You think you can handle that?"

"I'd ask you to give me a challenge next time, but you'd actually do that."

"That's not what I asked you."

"And you already know the answer. It'll be done in a few hours."

"I can make a report by then?"

"What is it, nine? Call the news at one. There'll be something for them to find here by then."

"Cocky, aren't you?"

"Justifiably. See you later."

He ended the call, shaking his head. One. Heh. He already had an idea of how to handle the rotund headmaster. The elephant would be easy to knock off his perch, even with the likely fact that the pachyderm had a similar level of authority to him. There were plenty of ways to create a scandal in this day and age. All he had to do was pick one.

First, though...

Glancing up at John, he smiled.

"I want you to get to the soccer team ready. Bring them to...let's go behind the library for this."

"Are you going to let us all fuck you?" the wolf asked, sounding almost eager.

"Not yet."

Yet. Heh. It'd been a while since he'd done a full-on gangbang, and if they were as well-hung as John, he might need to practice a bit...but it was a hot little idea, and one that he stored away for later. Not now, though, as he shook his head.

"No. I just need something to distract people with. Get them ready, and I'll meet you there."

"Can I pull my pants up?"

"...Sure. Pity to hide that thing, but you know how it goes."

Sean pulled his feet back, not even bothered in the slightest as he pulled his socks on and smeared the pre-cum even further across his soles. It was a rather sexy feeling, he had to admit, and one that he hoped that he would get a bit more often.

As he pulled his shoes on, the pre-cum making a sloppy squelch in his socks, he set the glasses to putting together a temporary hypnosis file. He needed to make sure that the different members of the soccer team were all showing a similar sort of indoctrination, and more to the point, he needed to make sure that the file disintegrated before anyone could examine who had actually made it.

This would be a bit delicate, but...well, he imagined it would work out.

Sean waited in the hallway outside the headmaster's office as the all-wolf soccer team stood in a line, staring at the door. They were all zonked out, and they were all pitching tents in their pants.

The problem with a hypnotized society. You can bend 'normal' for individuals, but if you start playing around too much with groups, the illusion starts to break. Let's see how you do with this...

The fox tapped the edge of his glasses, activating the temporary file in the heads of the soccer players. As one, they yanked down their pants, grabbed their cocks, and started jerking off. As a chorus, they started shouting.

"Two, four, six, eight, who do we appreciate? Headmaster, Headmaster, who makes us masturbate! Jerking off and thrusting hard, cumming for the man Come on out and catch our seed, master of the land!"

It was an improvised chorus line, and one that was meant to make it look like the headmaster had gone around and abused his power by hypnotizing entire groups. It would not reflect well on the older man, for sure, and it was the sort of thing that would get the higher-ups incredibly angry with him.

And it worked to get him out of the office, too.

Sean grinned as the elephant shoved the door open, pulling his monocle off his face and fumbling with a pair of glasses in his jacket pocket. In that moment of vulnerability, Sean struck.

The fox didn't attack the elephant's mind, but rather, his glasses. There was no point in trying to plant a memory in such a short time, and knowing the system, he imagined that there were ways for a skilled user of the glasses to remove a memory to keep it from being found. However, if he planted the file that was used to condition this team in the elephant's glasses...

Thankfully, it was a comparatively small file, and he watched it disappear into the pachyderm's glasses with ease. The big man had them on, and was hurriedly deleting the file from the minds of the masturbating team, but by that point...

Sean looked around, smirking as the doors to class after class after class were opening up, people poking their heads up, students and teachers that were far from zonked looking at the disturbance in the hallways. There were more than one set of dropped jaws, mouths hanging open at the apparent flagrant display of power.

Teachers were pushing their students back inside, using their glasses to try and restore order. The fox, on the other hand, had ducked right back around the corner and hidden, keeping himself from looking too obvious in the middle of the chaos.

That should just about do the trick...

There were going to be witnesses from across the board, teachers and students and more that the Black Hats could look into. The elephant would step forward to claim that he had never had anything to do with this, expecting that he would be completely innocent in the eyes of the Black Hats when he showed that he had never done anything with his glasses. Then they'd find the file, and...

Well, it was one thing to use the power of the glasses to keep order. It was another thing to use it to mess with people for your own pleasure, and to do it in a way that exposed that sort of power.

Someone's going to be out of a job by the end of the day.

His dad should be happy enough about this to want to give him something of a reward. And better still, it should provide Paul a bit more of a delay before he could be shipped out to the military.

The thought of seeing his brother leave now was...well, not something that he would ever want to happen. The way that they were getting along, the way that Paul pushed so hard for time with him - sex time, admittedly, but still time - was something that he had missed. Something that he...that he genuinely wanted.

I'm not letting you go. I'm not.

He took a deep breath, the smile falling off his face. It was going to be okay. It was going to be okay. It was.

After a few seconds, the fox pulled himself together and darted off to his class. He was going to be late, but it wouldn't be that hard to put a suggestion in the teacher's mind that he had been there the whole time. Not like they were submitting the attendance reports until after class, anyway.

He left the history class with a headache, though that was more from the subject than from the manipulation of the teacher. Sean groaned, rubbing his head at the hundred and one contradictions that the bull had been shoving down his throat, and worse, the way that he'd had to almost choke himself to avoid contradicting him.

The temptation to turn it into an actual lesson, to force the bovine to tell the truth, had been nearly overwhelming. Hell, if he had been there on his own, he might have done it, just to know what was actually happening. As it stood, though, it would have gotten him exposed, and the last thing that he needed was to let anyone find out that he could control people the way that he could. It was bad enough that his dad knew, and worse that Jack knew. If anyone else cottoned on to that fact...

I have to slow down. The glasses aren't supposed to be so public.

He was starting to see why the Black Hats worked in groups. They had one person that was doing the interviewing, the questioning, the arresting, and others that were keeping the public from knowing what was going on. It allowed for better group control, less fear of full exposure.

And he didn't have a partner, and despite the benefits, he didn't want one. The more people that knew, the more people that operated together, the more likely it was that someone would slip up and get the entire group caught.

That's what's going to happen to Jack if he's not careful...

Much as he sympathized with the resistance, understanding why they wanted to free people from this controlling regime, he knew better than to think it would be that easy. They were going to have a long, uphill battle, and most of the people that they encountered would be fighting to keep things the same. Most individuals would be relatively happy to let their free will go if it meant that they had a decent life.

That was, unfortunately, the way that most people were. They didn't want to fight. They just wanted to be content.

And that leaves it open to the people that want more to take it, he thought. Nobody's fighting dad, or anybody else in authority, because this sort of 'abuse' doesn't really matter. They just want to live an okay life, have enough to get by, and as long as they have that, nothing else really matters.

The general blasé attitude was a rather disgusting one, but it was the sort of thing that he was used to. He got to see how people acted when they were clients, got to understand how they really were. Nobody bothered to lie to a whore. They told their deepest thoughts, and then just scarpered off, never thinking that it would be remembered.

And perhaps some whores, the cheap ones, didn't remember. But he did.

Sean made his way to the parking lot, looking out at the cars. He had seen Thalen already going from classroom to classroom, the eagle finding one witness after another and grilling them for information. The Black Hats were going to like that sort of initiative, and he imagined that the eagle was already lined up for the succession. All that needed to happen was for the Hats to be called in, and the scandal announced.

The fox pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapping the redial button and holding it to his ear. It only rang once.

"It's done?" Aston asked.

"Yep. Done and done."

"That was fast."

"I wanted the rest of the day off. Just call Thalen, and you'll see the sort of scandal I cooked up. I doubt that the headmaster will see the light of day again after this."

"...What did you do?"

"Simple. I made him look like an idiot."

"That's not going to get him fired."

"Let me rephrase. I made him look like he was using his glasses like an idiot."

"That's reckless. You could have exposed more than just him."

"No less reckless than your real plan."

"I merely want to become mayor. That's all."

"Keep telling yourself that, dad."

"..."

"And if you even think about wiping my mind, keep in mind I have plenty of back-ups to sink you. We're still in the loop of mutual destruction, old man."

"You're getting too clever for your own good."

"Then pick up the pace if you want to keep up with me."

"..."

Click.

This time, his father ended the call, and he felt an odd surge of satisfaction for telling the old man off. The fact that his dad was getting this antsy about him, this concerned, meant that the gap in power between them wasn't quite so wide as Sean had thought it was. He might not be able to get around the older fox just yet, but he wasn't going to need to be completely subservient for quite so long as he thought.

He leaned back on the bench, sliding his phone into his pocket as he looked out at the parking lot. There were so many cars out there, so many students that were being controlled on a daily basis. The world was completely molded for them, their understanding fitted in so carefully so that they could never challenge it. Not because they were being directly controlled, but because their understanding of how the world worked was completely different from how it actually did.

Every student came to this college already partially warped, but with every lesson, their understanding of their own history, their collective knowledge of the nation's economy, everything that they knew about the world around them was ripped down, built up again, and then ripped down once more, always taking something away and always adjusting it so that they had to follow orders just to function.

It was a sadistic, horrible way to run a world, but for all that, he was forced to admire the sheer effort that had gone into attaining and maintaining this level of power over the populace. He wondered just how long it had been in place.

Centuries, probably, he thought. At least, on the psychological level. Pushing the mind with the strength of authority, making people believe what you wanted them to believe, and then when the tech came around to make them think what you wanted them to think...well, it was just the next logical step...

That was rather depressing, and it reminded him of why he didn't like to get into the whole philosophical range of topics. It just kept reaching the point why some level of abuse of authority was inevitable with the nature of human beings. When one person had power over others, the way that they used that power shaped the nature of reality for those that were under them. A man that made life good through the use of authoritarianism shaped the belief that authoritarianism was a good thing. Even one that made life bad through that sort of governance would be able to hold onto it if they made the people believe that the alternatives were worse, as so many governments had proven throughout the course of history.

The manipulation of thought and belief was a long-standing weapon in the hands of government and authority. The glasses were just a way to make it a bit faster, a bit more literal.

He looked down at his pocket, seeing the slight bulge that they made. He'd need to get a carrier for them, eventually. They had been sturdy enough for what he needed, but if he wasn't careful, he could end up breaking them, and he was pretty sure that his dad wouldn't let him have a second pair at this point.

Agent or arrestee. Heh. That's a horrible choice.

Shaking his head, he looked at the cars again, thinking about how their world, their existence, their hobbies, their minds had been shaped by the world that they lived in. They were not drones; they were still people, but their ways of thinking had been shaped and controlled for so long that they were more similar than they should have been. Which, in turn, probably made them that much easier to control.

He shook his head. If people wanted to be controlled, then they had to hope that the people doing the controlling were decent folk. If they weren't, then they were doomed to being cattle, servants, and worse for people that didn't give a shit about them, that would use them up and throw them away.

But what if they did have someone that cared about them?

Sean chuckled, shaking his head. That would never happen. Power corrupted, as he had already seen and experienced. As soon as he got the glasses, he did things to people that he would never have considered before. If he had further power, he would not be that heavenly benevolent dictator that everyone asked for. He'd still be a selfish whore, getting what he wanted and then moving on.

Still, that didn't mean that things wouldn't be better...

...Maybe I should think about that...

The End