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The Mind Control Conspiracy Chapter 9: An Idiot and a Punishment Sponsored by Asbeoth By Draconicon

The end of class came early that day, the student told that they were required to head home rather than continuing with any further lessons. That wasn't entirely surprising, considering that the school had been turned upside-down with the partial revelation of what the teachers could do to the students, but Sean hadn't expected everyone to be released so quickly.

Then again, they probably didn't want to risk anyone seeing what they did, and if the Black Hats were involved...

Yeah, they were going to be keeping this as secret as possible. They weren't going to risk any witnesses, particularly as they questioned the dean for almost exposing them. For all that he was willing to put the dean in this dangerous position, Sean wasn't sure that he wanted to stick around for it, either. The idea of getting caught in the middle of spying on something that secret didn't appeal in the slightest.

He joined the other students that had to use the bus to get home, deliberately forcing his hands away from his pockets. Considering how twitchy he was feeling on the inside, he knew that he'd start fondling the glasses, start worrying about them, and that would draw attention to him. The only protection that he had right now was the cover that no-one would have expected a student to pull off this sort of stunt. If anyone started looking more closely at him, he would be in deep shit.

So, the fox forced his tail to twitch in boredom, made himself tap his foot in annoyance like some of the other college students as he waited in line for people to pay their fares for the bus. There was no way for him to completely fake being the same as them, but he did his best, forcing himself to act as entitled and annoyed as they were rather than showing the fear that was bubbling just below the surface.

As soon as he was on the bus, he went for the seats at the very back, shoving himself up against one of the windows. The other students were still boarding, but as long as he didn't make a spectacle of himself, he should be okay.

Just have to get home now. As long as nobody follows us, I should be alright. We're this close to being home free...

"Hey, Sean!"

Oh, shit...

He looked up just in time to see Jack getting on the bus. The stallion blushed a bit as soon as he called out and drew eyes to himself, lowering his eyes to the floor. That was the way that he had always acted in the past, always a bit embarrassed to be seen around the 'whore', but now, Sean wondered if that was an act, as well.

Jack was part of the rebellion, after all, and at least some of his persona was faked to make sure that he didn't rat himself out. The question was, just how much?

The horse joined him at the back of the bus, sliding into the seat next to him. Jack's wider hips made it a bit less roomy than Sean liked, but he managed to keep himself from making a sound as the bigger guy squished him against the wall of the bus.

"What the hell are you doing?" he muttered under his breath.

"I, um, I wanted to talk to you."

"About that thing that you wanted me to help you with?"

"Yes. That."

"In public?"

"We're not too public. In the back of the bus and everything. I mean. I bet that you set up business deals back here before."

"And carried them out, but that's not the point."

A little blush. So, Jack wasn't completely a virgin about this sort of thing, but the prudishness before hadn't been entirely faked, either. That was worth knowing.

He pushed back a little bit, getting the room that he needed to not be completely crushed. The bus started up, and they pulled out of the parking lot, heading down the road to the many different stops through the city the bus had.

Sean glanced out the window as another pair of cars entered the parking lot behind them. He couldn't see much through the tinted windows, but one was rolled down just enough for him to make out a pair of white ears.

Black Hats.

They almost always seemed to be rabbits, and they always worked in pairs, at the very least. If they were here already...

They must have sent out a message as soon as the spectacle started. Nobody is wasting any time here...

Memorizing the license plates of the cars, he sat up a bit straighter in his seat, trying to stare straight ahead without looking stupid about it. Jack wasn't much better, sitting upright and keeping his face forward like all the other students.

"If you want to out yourself, go ahead, but you probably want to wait for somewhere more private," Sean muttered. "They don't exactly keep the cameras up there just for show."

"I can mute them."

"You better not."

"I already did."

"...What?"

His heart skipped a bit as he realized that Jack had taken the choice right out of his hands. Worse, the horse had managed to do something so stupid that they might both get caught right then and there.

Fucking - if they're this paranoid, they'll have circuits with the cameras telling them when they go offline. Same with the sound. They'll have a Black Hat car after us.

He didn't quite whip his head around, but he managed to casually lean against the window, flicking his eyes backwards. Just as he expected, he saw one of the Black Hat cars turning, breaking off from the first one and heading after the bus. He clenched his teeth.

"Turn it off."

"We need to talk."

"I'm not kidding. They're after us, now."

"Sean -"

"Turn. It. Off."

Just as Jack had taken this decision out of his hand, the bus took it out of Jack's. They hit a speedbump, and a little gadget hopped right out of the horse's jacket pocket. It hit the floor of the bus, and Sean stomped on it without breaking posture.

"Hey!"

"Sit up. Wait."

The bus was slowing down, and they weren't anywhere near a bus stop. Jack finally got the message, sitting up straight, copying the other students that were slowly going more and more rigid and limp at the same time. Everyone stared straight ahead, and he had to imitate them, just as much as Jack was.

At least, he hoped that Jack was just imitating them. The last thing that he needed was for the horse to completely rat them out right now. The fox didn't gulp, didn't swallow nervously, even though he wanted to.

Control. Control. If you can pretend to like getting fucked by a limp-dicked twit, you can pretend that you're mind controlled right now.

The bus finally came to a full stop, and the car stopped behind them. The white tips of the long rabbit ears that were as synonymous with the Black Hats as the very hats that they wore passed under the windows. The door opened, and two agents stepped into the bus.

They looked up and down the line of students, each one getting a quick stare before the rabbits moved on. There was a stiffening, a slight jerk of the student being stared at, but the movement was timed so well that he could imitate that.

Sean gasped softy as he felt the stare go over him, and Jack did the same. The rabbits paused, looking over the group, then one of them turned to the camera. A bit of fiddling later, the rabbit pulled back, nodded at his partner, and they left.

As if nothing had happened, the bus started up again and continued on.

It took the fox almost two blocks before he could breathe normally again, and Jack wasn't much better. He wanted to punch the horse in the face, but he settled for elbowing the stallion right below his ribs.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"We needed to talk."

"You didn't think they might have safeguards?"

"I didn't think they were that smart."

"Well, now you know. If you want to talk, find a different way to get my attention."

The stallion shook his head slightly, looking off to the side. Sean felt no sympathy for him at that moment. No matter how important Jack thought the rebellion might be, it was still something to be smart about. You didn't risk the people that you were trying to recruit, and you didn't send out an agent like that without some way to get them back home if they made a mistake.

Even his father knew that. The older fox might have them on a different sort of arrangement, but mutual self-interest meant that they had to work together, support each other, if they didn't want to go down together. Whatever else happened, he knew that Aston would get him out of trouble if he made a mistake. The rebellion probably wouldn't do the same for Jack.

Silence fell between them as the bus wound its way through the city, dropping off students here and there as it went. The stallion started to talk more than once, and each time, Jack silenced him. They weren't going to risk talking where a microphone could pick them up. He wasn't going to get himself in that kind of trouble.

Finally, they reached the transfer stop. He got up, getting off the bus, and the stallion followed. Grumbling under his breath, Sean waited until they were off the bus, past the little overhang that marked the station, and then grabbed the horse by the crotch.

As expected, Jack jerked as soon as they made contact, the horse's cock stiffening slightly under his clothes.

"What are you doing?!" Jack hissed.

"The system already knows I'm a whore. At least this way, you look like you're doing something, that us sitting together meant something inconsequential."

"Are you really comfortable with that?"

"More comfortable than with jail cells."

That was the best that he could come up with, too. At the transit stations, there were sure to be more cameras, but there might be less microphones. There would be too much background noise with busses and more coming in and out all the time, so it was just possible that they might not have the same sort of coverage out here.

And if he was in the process of sucking dick, too, then it might disrupt the cameras even further. He doubted there were that many perverts in the upper echelons of the authority out here.

Dragging Jack by his dick around the corner, he shucked the horse's pants right off him, falling to his knees. The stallion tried to stop him, muttering something about 'not in public,' but that faded as soon as Sean leaned in and fondled the horse's admittedly huge balls.

"You going to make your sales pitch, or am I just going to give you a freebie?" Sean muttered.

"What? Here? Now?"

"Nobody's going to be paying attention to what you say if I'm doing this. Now, you better get started. Unless that hair trigger of yours was an act, too. I'm only giving you until you cum."

Jack looked down at him as if he couldn't believe what was happening, but Sean was deadly serious. This was a good way to keep eyes off of them, and a public misdemeanor like this would be much easier for his dad to talk them out of than anything more serious, like sedition and treachery.

So, he started sucking. He pulled the tip of the already-rising horse cock into his mouth, lashing the tip with his tongue and pulling it further down his throat. Already, Jack was slumping back against the concrete wall behind him, gasping for breath, and the thick shaft was running down the fox's throat.

That's it. Just let it happen. Get nice and fat, and then blow your load...

He was the consummate professional. He knew how to get his clients off, and this big lug was no exception. After working with Jack for months, he knew the stallion's every tell, his every kink. There was no way that he was going to be holding out for long against this sort of pleasure.

He slid forward, back, forward, back, making sure to keep that growing cock lodged in his throat at all times. His tongue flicked along the underside, guiding it to be bigger, fatter, harder in his throat. Jack kept opening his mouth to try and say something, but whenever it seemed like he was getting used to the blowjob, Sean changed it up a bit. Maybe he'd turn his head for a better angle, or he'd take the time to deliberately gag around the thick shaft in his throat, clenching down on it for more friction. Maybe he'd reach down and play with those balls, rolling them between his fingers.

Or maybe he'd just thrust his head forward, burying his lips slightly into the horse's crotch, showing off just how deep that cock was going.

The whole time, Jack never managed to get off more than a single word, maybe a word and a syllable of the next, before the pleasure got too much for him to think through. Sean lunged forward, then pulled back, then forward, then back, each time making sure to give the big guy that little bit more pleasure. He swallowed, he sucked, he licked.

Then, just as he was feeling the balls starting to rise, he pulled back to the head.

Gripping around Jack's medial ring, he gave it a tight squeeze while lashing right around the urethra. It was not that dissimilar to what happened when you teased a canine or vulpine's knot, working them into a frenzy and then hitting them with the full pleasure. The flared head was also sensitive, he'd learned, and this -

"AH!"

Jack groaned and almost screamed, covering his mouth at the last second to avoid it getting even louder. The horse's cock jumped, and Sean ducked at the last second to avoid a facial. The spurts of cum went flying over the concrete, soaking the road below and leaving a white trail back to the two of them.

Bounce, throb, bounce, throb. Jack was still twitching, still cumming as Sean got back to his feet. The fox dusted his pants off, shook his head, and then smiled.

"Better luck next time, Jack. I imagine that you'll want to try again later, but for now, I have a bus to catch."

"Smug...asshole."

"You know it."

He left the horse throbbing there, knowing that the big guy would be spurting for a while now. There was a lot of cum that needed to slide free at this point, and he doubted that the horse would be done for at least another minute. He usually had very long orgasms, the sort that could put pigs to shame.

When he got on board his next bus, he wasn't followed. The stallion probably was going back to headquarters, trying to get some information, some idea of how to handle him. The fox welcomed the attempt. If he was going to throw in with someone else - and he didn't have any plans for that yet, but he imagined that it was theoretically possible - he wanted to make sure that he had plenty of good stuff waiting for him on the other side.

After all, he might be a whore, but he wasn't cheap.

The bus deposited him a few blocks away from his house by his own choice. If the Black Hats wanted to go through the recording later, he didn't want to give them a clear shot to where he lived. Yes, his records were going to put his address in their hands anyway, but if they saw that he got out early, at least then they'd need to start looking at places further away from his house as well as directly at it.

It would give him time in the future, at the very least.

He walked down the sidewalk, shaking his head as he looked at the houses around him. The more that he learned about the Federation and the authority that ruled it, the more he marveled at the fact that everyone else couldn't see it. He knew that they had been programmed to not notice what was going on, but it was rather fascinating that they didn't see the sort of things that he did.

Sean paused, looking up one of the telephone poles. Pulling out the glasses, he put them on and pressed the crown in the center. The HUD that filled the lenses focused on one of the little metal bars that stuck out of the top of the pole, and he shook his head.

Authority Enforcement Transmitter, the glasses called it. The information spreading along the side of the lens confirmed his guess, that it was a booster for the programs that were in the minds of everyone in the city, a way of re-applying the hypnosis that they all operated under.

Out of curiosity, he kept walking. Every other pole had one of the transmitters on them, which either meant that the Federation was keeping up a remarkable system of redundancy, or that they were incredibly short-ranged and inefficient. Every other pole had one...

Except the one right in front of the family house.

Sean stopped there, looking up the pole. He saw the little metal point at the tip, but this one was not one of the AETs, it seemed. Or maybe it was, but it had been disconnected. The glasses didn't tell him if there was a sphere of effect from the others, or if his house was not in the middle of one, but he imagined that this was his father's way of maintaining a sort of independence.

Dangerous, for sure. That meant that the old fox had been applying the hypnotic commands to Paul ever since the disconnect, going the extra mile to make sure that Sean's older brother was never showing any signs of being unplugged from the commands that everyone was supposed to get.

But it also meant that the house was free from the sort of commanding presence that the rest of the city operated under. It meant that the baseline could be moved.

And that means that father's under less restriction than most people, too, he thought, pulling the glasses off. He might have the same sort of implanted commands, but they're not as fresh as everyone else's, not as implanted as they are. That means that he can do more of what he wants and less of what the city wants him to do. He can think. He can be ambitious...very smart...

And very dangerous, if they were ever caught. He knew that the deputy mayor had to have something in reserve just in case he was ever caught, but Sean didn't know what it was yet.

Until he did, he couldn't just outright resist his father. They were still in the mutual-destruction games, with his dad holding a few more cards than he had. They needed to find some way to shift that balance, and soon.

He opened the door -

"Strip."

That would be his father. He arched an eyebrow as the older fox walked out of the living room, wearing nothing more than a bathrobe. Sean slowly closed the door, shaking his head as he started pulling off his shirt.

"Any special occasion for this?"

"I ordered Paul out of the house for the night. He is currently at a bar three miles away, with instructions to...enjoy...the company of a few whores."

"Heh, he's not going to enjoy them as much as me."

"I noticed your tinkering. I did not appreciate undoing that."

Pausing in the process of untying his shoes, the fox looked up at his father. He paused for a moment longer, banishing the unsteadiness that was trying to creep into his throat.

"...What?"

"Your interference in Paul's sexual preferences was not acceptable. I returned him to his primary programming."

"Dad...that was one of my..."

"Your agreement was to keep him out of the military, not to keep him as a toy for yourself. I understood that you had had your fun with him, but to turn him into an addict..."

"I -"

"Silence."

The older fox bared his teeth, shaking his head.

"Continue stripping. You are not allowed clothing tonight."

"..."

"Strip!"

Something had changed. His dad was angrier than usual, and that was saying something. It wasn't that Aston was normally a person of fury and rage, but the deputy mayor had always been quick to irritation in a way that most people were not. This...this was something different. This went deeper.

It didn't take long before the fox was down to his underwear. His father shook his head, taking a deep breath.

"I raised you in hopes of making an agent of change. I believed that you would be a suitable figure to accomplish my goals. But you are becoming more and more difficult to manage."

"You wanted an agent that could think for themselves, you got one."

"I had not realized how much I benefited from the current system. A pity that it is too late to install the commands in you without the help of the central authority...but perhaps a more traditional breaking will remind you where you belong."

"What are you talking about?"

"I have allowed you your perversions, your pleasures, because I imagined that you would eventually come out of them. I imagined them to be a phase that you would enjoy, and then return to being a proper son, a proper member of society."

"This from a man that wanted nothing more than to fuck his son?"

"At least I understand the propriety of keeping it to the home."

For now, Sean thought, imagining that his father would take it far further if they were ever successful in making him mayor. With the things that he had imagined his father planning, he had every reason to believe that the average way of life would change dramatically for the people of their city.

However, his thoughts were knocked right off their tracks as the older fox finally disrobed.

White fuzz fell away to reveal thick, black leather that crisscrossed the older male's chest, a leather pouch that held his sheath and balls. Boots that were thick and black, with a broad, treaded sole covered his feet, and at his sides were paddles, and more. The older fox glared down at him, shaking his head.

"I will teach you your place tonight, Sean. Regardless of your plans, regardless of your whims, I am still your father. And if you will not respect your father, then you will respect your master."

Master? That was a new one, but he would admit, it wasn't the first time that he had imagined a client taking things that far. Sean started to smile -

Crack!

The sound of the paddle slapping his father's hand was loud enough to echo through the hallway, filling the house with enough sound to echo for a full three seconds afterward. The younger fox stared at his father, his eyes widening slightly.

"I'm serious. If you are going to work for me, then you will respect me. And if I can't get through to your common sense, then I will get through to your libido. Come."

"Dad -"

"Father, or Master."

The older fox must have been particularly frustrated to go this far, but Sean had to admit, there was a part of him that was getting into it. His cock started rising in his briefs, and he chuckled.

"Alright, 'Master.'"

"Come with me."

His underwear continued to tent as some deviant part of him wondered how seriously his father was going to take this. He had imagined that he would have some sort of fun with the old man tonight, have to do a few deviant things to make up for having done something so obvious at the university, but this was something that was completely off the charts. None of his clients had gone this direction with hiring him before, so this was going to be interesting.

Very interesting, it turned out. His eyes widened as his father tied him to an x-frame, his cock sliding just under the middle of the X and getting pushed down by the heavy wood. His arms were pulled up and out, held to the sides, and the metal that chained his wrists in place was thick, and not actually padded for a change.

Wonder if he got this from a vintage torture set or something, he thought, looking around the basement. If I'd known this was down here, I might have hosted more clients.

His father stood behind him, a paddle in one hand, a flogger in the other. The leather-bound fox shook his head, dragging the split ends of the leather flogger along Sean's ass cheeks. They almost tickled, and probably would have if they weren't quite as raggedy against his fur, promising pain in a moment.

"Tell me, son. Do you like pain?"

"I've enjoyed it before."

"Do you take pleasure in it?"

"Sometimes."

Thwack!

The first hit came from the flogger, and it struck across his ass hard enough to leave tingles of raw fire through his fur. He hissed, biting his lips gently as he felt the sting run through him, running all the way up from his taint to the base of his tail from the impact. God, he had not expected it to come from below like that, nor did he -

THWACK!

The second one was harder, and this one came from above. It was like a whip running down the base of his spine, over his tail. He hissed, trying to go on tiptoe, but only able to flex his legs as the x-frame bound him off the floor.

"You will learn discipline. Your master will teach you what is allowed, and what is not."

"Mmph...you're going to need to do...more than that."

"Really, my son? You crave cruelty that much?"

"I think you want to give it..."

There was a pause, a pause that was ended only when the flogger's handle was pressed against his pucker. Sean groaned at the sudden pressure down there, feeling his hole parting slightly already from his many experiences with penetration.

"Shameful," his father said. "I had hoped for a more disciplined son, one that knew the value of his body."

"How do you think I made my money?"

"I said the value, not the ability to make transactions with it. You've cheapened it. So easy for you to be filled..."

The flogger handle pressed up and in, and it was thick. Not as thick as Jack was, but thick enough that he felt every inch of the dry penetration. The mixing of pain and pleasure had his cock jutting forward, hard, and he could already feel some pre-cum oozing out. Some bit of it rolling down his shaft, right until -

"MMMPH!"

His dad twisted the handle, and it twisted his hole at the same time as it pressed down on his prostate. Rolling pleasure, twisting pain, and it forced his cock all the harder as he strained against his restraints.

"If I must teach you how to handle your own body, if I must take charge of my whorish son, I will. But you will learn how to follow orders. And you will learn how to do it in a more appropriate way. After all..."

As the handle started twisting the other way, rolling his hole in the other direction, his father reached under him. Gloved fingers clutched his balls, bouncing them up and down against a rougher palm.

"I can punish you in many ways that doesn't violate our agreement."

"Mmmph...Well...I can say one thing...Master..."

"What is that, son?"

"You're a lot kinkier than I thought you were."

Flippant behavior was definitely the key to earning punishment, it seemed, as his father grabbed his balls and squeezed. Sean clenched his teeth, lowering his head against the wooden frame, hissing as his balls were clutched, squeezed, almost bruised from the sudden pressure around them.

Yet, at the same time, his cock had never been harder.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

The flogger handle came free, and something else pressed against him. This one was thicker, heavier, and he shook his head to try and clear it. The pain-pleasure of the ball torture was slowly fading away, but this felt different. This felt...this felt kind of new.

"If you are so insistent on ruining your body, perhaps your master should help you along the way."

"What is that?"

"Many would consider it a punishment, but a whore like you? I couldn't think of a better reward."

Once more, it was a dry entrance, but this was smoother than the flogger handle, even if it was wider. Colder, too. Possibly metal? It went into him, pressed deep and held against his prostate once more.

And then...then it started opening.

His eyes went wide as he felt the metal parting inside of him, spreading wider, and wider, and wider still. With every turn of a crank behind him, his father was forcing the device to spread wider. It wasn't a speculum, but something bigger, more plug shaped that was coming apart. One side was utterly crushing his prostate, sending paroxysms of pain and pleasure through him at the same time, while the other just forced him open.

"What...what the fuck..."

"If you must have a gaping hole, Sean, then it will truly gape."

His father left it open - it felt like it had to be almost four inches apart - and moved around to the other side of the x-frame. The older fox pulled down the front of his leather thong, letting his cock tip slide free, rubbing it over Sean's face.

"Suck, boy. Show your master you can still do that while you're restrained."

The End