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The Mind Control Conspiracy Chapter 10: Father's Power Sponsored by Asbeoth By Draconicon

It wasn't the first time that his father's cock had been presented to him like this, but it was the first time that he had been tied up like this to receive it...and it was the first time that he noticed the scent as much as he did.

God...

Sean did his best to hide the shiver that ran down his spine as his dad pushed closer, dragging that fat dick up and down along the side of his face. The thick scent of maleness, the heady scent of sweat from a long day at the office, and the hot smell of leather that coated the whole thing made him feel...different. Needier, in a way, than he usually did.

It didn't help that his dad was taking all the power now, forcing him to be an obedient slut, forcing him to be a good boy for him rather than giving him willing service. There was no way to avoid being on the bottom now, no way to pretend that he had any power over the older fox.

Another breath, another sniff of that heady musk, enough to make his head spin. He opened his mouth slowly, and the older fox pushed his cock inside.

"That's what you want, isn't it, boy? That's what you've always wanted. To be a whore. To be a fuck-slut. Well, now you are. My fuck-slut."

There was a hunger in his father's voice there, something that was different from the usual ranting and authoritative tones that usually dominated his discussions. There was something...possessive. Something wanting.

Something demanding.

He's going to keep to this, Sean thought, a little niggle of fear working its way into the back of his head even as his cock throbbed all the harder at the thought of being used that hard. He wants me to be just his. No more slutting around, no more other toys...no more Paul...

The idea would have been almost acceptable if this sort of thing kept up, but the idea of giving up his brother -

"Stop thinking. You aren't meant to think. You are meant to serve."

The twitching cock on his tongue suddenly went deeper, thrusting down his throat. He had been too distracted to get ready for it, and he gagged as it popped by his gag reflex. Coughing around it, his throat sputtering slightly, he had to force himself to swallow, and swallow hard, to clear it out again.

He was still swallowing as his father started to thrust back and forth, grinding his throbbing shaft against Sean's tongue. The younger fox did his best to keep swallowing, but having his arms bound overhead on the x-frame, having his legs pulled apart and his ass filled with some sort of stretching torture device did not make it easy to focus. His father was pushing him hard, making him...

Making him submit.

Sean groaned as he felt the old man's knot against his lips, forcing him to breathe around it, to suck down more of that cock-scent and make himself breathe it in, fill his lungs with it. The heady smell was not getting easier to take, and his cock kept throbbing as he was pushed further and further down, further and further 'in place.'

His hole clenched on instinct, and he felt the cool metal that was holding him wide open again. It was thicker than most cocks that he took, almost as thick as Jack's cock, but cool enough and hard enough that he couldn't squish it the way that he did with other shafts to start getting used to it. He groaned under his breath, huffing softly over his father's knot. The smell of leather, the heady odor of body sweat, the warmth of someone bigger, stronger...

More in control than him...

The fox's cock throbbed again, slapping up against the underside of the x-frame, feeling harder than ever. He was dripping like mad to the floor, and they'd only just gotten started.

On instinct, he swallowed again just as his father thrust forward, the knot almost popping past his lips. Sean didn't gag this time, but he could feel the pointed tip of his father's cock all the way in the back of his throat, the more mature fox chuckling over his head.

"Look at that. Taking it already. Finally coming around to where you belong?"

"Mmmph."

"You belong under me, Sean. You might not have the same controls in your mind as your brother does, as everyone else does, but you will learn where you belong. You will see the truth of things, soon enough."

And so, the face-fuck began. He grunted every time that his father pulled back, swallowed every time that his 'master' thrust forward, swallowing hard to keep from gagging and throwing up. He had been face-fucked enough times to know the trick to keep from blacking out, but it was hard to keep it up when he was pinned like this. Forward, back, forward, back, those heavy balls slapping against his chin, forcing him to take it over and over and over again.

He swallowed whenever he could, clearing his throat and mouth, sucking down air whenever he wasn't swallowing. The last thing that he needed was to breathe down cum. The musk was bad enough, and the cum would choke him, while the musk was only trying to.

Despite everything, from the pain down to the bondage, he was dangerously close to orgasm. His cock was throbbing hard, the persistent pressure on his prostate matching up well with his father's thrusts. Forced to breathe in the other man's smell, to worship him, to feel that pressure on his head and just go with it...

God, it was hotter than it should have been.

Thrust, swallow. Pre-cum was splattering over his tongue, now, making him taste it, making him taste his father's pleasure. It was salty, thin, a bit wet and bitter, too. He swallowed it all down, bobbing his head as much as the limited options of the x-frame allowed. One bob, two, three, bumping his lips against the other fox's knot again and again.

Aston was not giving him any mercy. The other fox was using him hard, and his throat was getting wrecked. He felt like he was getting fucked up the ass rather than down the throat, his body shaking from head to toe as he felt his cock bobbing, his knot starting to inflate hands-free. His hole clenched again on the wide thing inside, and he swallowed again, and again, and -

POP!

"MMMPH!"

"Remember, boy. You are an agent, and an agent is as much a thing as it is a person. You will not disobey me, and you will not fight me on any decisions that I make. You will not resist me, and you will not try and hold back from what I demand."

His father's knot had forced his jaws wide, and he couldn't open them any further. He grunted, trying to swallow, to whip his tongue around, to tease his father's shaft to orgasm. It was the only way to get the knot out of his mouth, to stop the ache. He licked, he rolled his mouth, he flicked his tongue down to the knot itself -

"Mmmm..."

And his father finally released. The older fox's pleasure ran right down his throat, thick and heavy. It was just warm enough for him to feel as it went down his neck into his guts, and he did his best not to moan from it. The last thing that he wanted his father to know was...well...how much he was enjoying this.

Paul had been good, and there was more emotional connection there, but this...this domination was hitting buttons he hadn't even been sure that he had.

As he huffed and puffed, trying to catch his breath around the thick rod that was jammed down his throat, he looked up at his father again. Aston shook his head, not bothering to smile, not even showing a hint of satisfaction despite having just cum right down his neck. His father was not even looking a little pleased.

"You are going to have to do more than that tonight, boy."

"Mmmph?"

"You're going to learn your place. And I'm going to mark you as the little bitch you are. If anyone else tries to take you, if you try and earn money from anyone else anymore, they'll know where you belong. And you...you will learn where you belong. Where you need to be. Who you serve."

The way that his father talked was not that different from the old pornos that he had watched growing up, the ones where masters took control of those that were underneath them, the ones that were eager to have harems and more under their control. They had always been hot, but he'd never imagined that he'd be in the position to heard words like that directed at him.

He was not going to be able to hold that flippant tone for long if his father kept this up.

Finally, the old man's knot deflated enough for them to split apart, and his father shook his head.

"I think that you need to learn how to control yourself, son."

"Mmmph. And how the hell do you plan to teach me that?"

"I'm going to teach you that your pleasure, and your pain, belong to me."

"Hmmph."

"Let's start with this..."

Sean hissed as he felt his father's fingers wrapping around his dick, pulling on the hard-on and making it point forward more than it already was. The sensation was not unpleasant, but it was surprising, particularly as the gloves that his father had on made the sensation that much more dominant, that much more impersonal. He grunted, his hips starting to twitch despite his best intentions.

"It rules you, hmm?"

"I think it...rules everyone..."

"Not me."

That was a lie, and Sean knew it. If that was the case, the deputy mayor of the city wouldn't be so obsessed with him. He wouldn't have been able to play on his father's thoughts and fears. He wouldn't have been able to have leverage over the old man right from the start. And Paul wouldn't have been under those restrictions.

No, the deputy mayor was not telling the truth about that at all. He was lying, projecting on others.

Though, not on Sean, it seemed. His father hooked his fingers behind his knot, and the feeling of pleasure and pressure intensified. The more that the older fox squeezed, the harder he got, and the harder he got, the more sensitive his shaft became. He was huffing already, the warm breath puffing over his cock making it harder and harder to think.

It didn't help that the x-frame kept him from being able to look down, to see his dad down there. All he could do was look straight ahead, imagining what was happening as -

"AH!"

He yelped as his father's glove scraped along the head of his cock, the rough, abrasive tip of the finger making the sensitive flesh scream in pleasure and pain at the same time. He almost slumped completely against the frame, even as he tried and failed to pull his hips back.

"This is not your master. I am. And I can do whatever I want to my property."

Another stroke, slow, with far more pressure. The sensation almost made him scream this time, his eyes watering as the pointed head of his cock came under attack. Hard, harsh rubs that ran from the tip to the halfway point, and then back up, almost like the touch of a cat's tongue against his cock.

The pressure on his knot, constant and hard, was trapping blood in his cock as efficiently as a cock-ring. He hunched his hips back, then forward, then back again, unable to keep from thrusting as the pleasure and pain warred together.

"Nnngh. GAH!"

His father was cruel, but expert in how he tormented his cock. The rough bits at the fingertips were sometimes replaced with the smoother parts around the palm, but that was its own torture, bringing the pleasure to a raging peak before letting go and delivering pain instead.

Worst of all was when his father clutched his cock at the base, milking it of pre, and then slammed his palm down on the head of his shaft. The feeling of that smooth palm 'polishing' the head of his cock relentlessly, building up the powerful stimulation until he couldn't take it any longer, only to -

SMACK!

Finally, the balls came into play, and they came in with a slap that left them swinging back and forth. Sean gasped for breath, feeling like he'd been punched in the gut, and his cock swung down. It didn't go soft, but it did dangle, pointing down...pointing down, and swinging with a rope of pre-cum that ran all the way from the head of his cock almost all the way down to the floor.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He panted for breath, struggling to deal with the mix of pain, pleasure, and the sickly-sweet feeling that came from the denial and the slap to his balls. He hunched against the frame harder than before, suddenly grateful for the restraints that kept him from pulling into a ball, or collapsing to the floor. He hadn't thought he'd need them, but he was rapidly becoming aware that he did.

His cock twitched again, swinging the pre-cum back and forth that oozed from it. The one, long line of it, heavy and thicker than it should have been.

As his dad stood up again, Sean looked up. He hadn't been used this hard for a long time, and the urge to submit, to get more, was growing ever stronger. He would have done it right then, were it not for the fact that he still remembered what his father had done.

He took Paul.

That...that was not right. That was not, not right. And no matter what the old man offered him, he had to hold onto that.

But he had always been a good actor. He would be able to fake it for now. He could pretend that he was submitting, show his father what he wanted to see, give the old man what he wanted to believe. And then...then, when the time was right, he would show what he really was. What he had always been.

Sean lowered his head to the frame again, panting softly.

"What...what do you want...me to learn?"

"Tell me, boy. What does that belong to, hmm?" Aston asked, nudging Sean's cock with his boot.

"Nnngh...that...belongs to you."

"And does anything that's attached to belong to me, too?"

"Yes."

"What else belongs to me?"

"...Everything."

"That's right, boy. Now. Look at me."

With a soft huff, Sean imitated more weakness than he actually felt. It was surprisingly easy, now that he'd made the decision. He didn't have to be strong right now, and he definitely didn't have to look strong. He just had to make sure that it was believable. Shaking, he slowly lifted his head.

His father's cock was hard again, and it oozed and dripped over his nose. The raw smell of a man's cock filled his nose, making it hard for him to think as he breathed it in again. He had to roll his head to the side a little, letting out a moan while rubbing his nostrils against the fur on his arm.

"Mmmph...strong...strong musk..."

"That will mark you. But it will not be your only mark."

"Mmmph...what will be?"

"My scent, for one."

"In me...or on me?"

"...What do you call your owner, boy?"

"..."

"Say it, Sean. Tell me what I am."

"..."

Say it, the young fox told himself. Say it, or he won't believe you, and you'll have to endure who knows what else between now and the end...

"You are...my master..."

The shiver that ran down his spine, through his ass, and into his cock was both embarrassing and entirely too sensual. He loved the feeling of calling someone that, even though he knew that it was not going to help him in the long-term. His father was going to burn through him and then discard him, and there was no denying that. All he could do was hope to get what he wanted before it happened.

Yet, at the same time, saying it finally brought a smile to Aston's face.

"I'm glad that you can admit it, son. Now. Let me show you the reward that comes with this..."

He was left to face the wall again as the other fox walked around him. His 'master' was soon behind him, and the device that had been holding his hole wide open was being turned, loosened. The feeling of pressure on his prostate slowly started to come off, leaving him with nothing but the warmth of blood flow going back to those nerves. It was both pleasant and painful, and he suddenly found the horrible feeling of pins and needles inside of his ass.

God, that's something nobody ever needs to feel...

Curling his toes at the discomfort, he almost missed the soft hiss that announced the next part of the fun. Almost.

He gasped as the heat hit the underside of his tail, the warmth of his father's piss running through his fur. It heated him up and soaked him down, the bitter, acrid smell getting stronger and stronger the longer that the old man painted him with his urine.

It ran hot along his ass cheeks, soaking the very base of his tail, making sure that every little wag he made would fan the scent around. The stream lowered, running between the cheeks, painting his asshole. It even went inside, considering that he was still gaping from the device, and he bit his lips to keep from making any sound as it did.

As the hot piss ran out of him as soon as it ran in, he felt it running down his taint, dripping along the sensitive flesh there before running off his bruised, abused balls. It didn't quite make it to his cock, but it came damn close.

The rest of the piss ran down his legs, the line of urine running down along the back of his left thigh, then behind his knee. The warmth was thick and heavy, and the urge to submit grew stronger and stronger the more that it painted him. He had to clench, tense up to hold back, and even then, he still let out the shaky little moans that he knew that his father wanted to hear.

Even then, he did his best to hold back, holding onto his sense of self, even as the paint of piss landed on his toes. He felt it running over the pads along the bottom of his foot, along his toes, through his fur, even against his claws. Every inch of his foot was painted with piss, marking it with his father's scent and washing away his own.

Then it went down his other leg, starting at the top of his leg and then down along his thigh, just as before. He was trying his best not to let this degradation turn him on, to let this loss of control make him any hornier than it already did, but it was almost impossible. He shivered as he felt the watery piss running along his other foot, washing off his own scent and replacing it with his father's. There was no way that he would be able to get those played with whenever he got another client.

Will dad even let me get this washed off? he wondered. Probably not.

He groaned under his breath as the flood finally came to an end, his lower half soaked with his father's urine and scent. The warmth was rapidly fading, the heat evaporating as the smell clung to him. Sean groaned, a few shivers running down his back.

"That's...that's the smell, huh?"

"That's the start. I will be doing that every night until it properly sinks in."

"I'm guessing that means that I'm going to school with it on."

"Yes. And everywhere else."

"People are going to talk."

"You'll have your glasses. If you can't handle that, then you aren't worth keeping as an agent. Or a slave."

"Hmmph."

His traitorous cock jumped at the title, and he tried to ignore it. For now, that was just what his father was going to call him, but that didn't mean that was what he really was. He just had to remember that. Just had to hold onto who he was, and what he was.

"And the other mark, master?" he managed to ask.

"Heh. That...will show you where you truly belong."

His father stepped out of view again, well and truly out of view even when Sean tried to turn his head to look at him. The fox groaned, leaning his head down against the frame, trying to pull his thoughts together.

Okay...he's a possessive nut...but he's giving me chances here. He's not taking away the glasses, and he's not making me weaker. He's just taking charge, trying to own me in a way that he can't with the glasses. Hell, if he could control me, he'd be doing that right now.

If I can just keep him from taking too much, I can still get what I want. I might not be able to whore anymore with this smell clinging to me, but that doesn't mean I can't do everything else.

The click, click, click of toe claws told him his father was back. The older fox circled around the x-frame, and he carried something between his hands. Sean looked up, and his father smiled as he let him get a glimpse of it.

It was a chastity cage.

Sean's face fell as he realized just how much control his father was taking. Not just in who was in charge, or who Sean was allowed to have fun with, but whether he'd be able to get off at all. The old man was taking every trick in the book to try and turn the fox's libido against him, to turn him into a good little slave.

The fight between them was getting more and more difficult.

The cage itself consisted of a mesh tip, something that would allow him to piss through it, but the cap that held the mesh end would make sure that his cock never got out of his sheath to begin with. He'd have to mount a toilet like a feral, leaning over it rather than standing to be able to relieve himself, and his cock would be in perpetual submission whenever he was getting railed up the ass.

Fuck...

"This will ensure that you come back to me, boy," Aston said. "I want you to know that I take great pleasure in caging you. You've been a wandering whore for too long. From now on, you will serve me..."

As his father applied ice to his hard-on, forcing his cock to go soft, Sean stared straight ahead and tried to ignore the submissive urges that were rising the second that he felt his cock starting to slide back into his sheath. The weird feeling of being controlled was growing ever more enticing, and only the raw anger at the obstacle Aston posed between him and Paul kept him from getting horny to it all over again.

Well, not that horny, at least.

As his cock finally slid into his sheath, Aston set about putting the cage on. Sean felt every inch of it, from the stiff steel rods that ran down along the sides of his sheath to the steel ring that was wrapped around the back of his balls and the base of his sheath itself. It was heavy enough that it felt like it was dragging his cock down a little bit, and pushing his balls forwards, besides.

It got worse as he felt the weight that was applied to his testicles, a steel band that not only forced them forward but pushed them down. Even if he was getting fucked in the chastity cage, he wouldn't be able to cum easily, not with his balls pulled down the way that they were. He groaned under his breath, his cock twitching -

"Mmmph!"

Only for the sensitive tip to run right into the mesh blocking it. He gasped softly, the denial almost as sexy as the pleasure that he had been enjoying only a few moments ago.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

This was going to be hard. This was going to be very, very hard if he had to deal with this day in and day out. He had always been able to think clearly because of his various customers, from the way that he got the silly fucked right out of his brain. Usually by noon, sometimes earlier. Having it all pent-up would mean that he was always focusing on that rather than the real objectives that he had to fulfill.

Yet, at the same time, he had a role to fulfill now. He had something that he had to do if he didn't want to lose his cover.

"Thank you...master..."

"You're welcome, son. You belong to me, now. Remember that."

Sean was allowed to leave the house two hours later, after he had been filled with two loads of cum and his hole had been plugged with a metal plug that was weighted at the bottom. He had to clench at it constantly to keep it from sliding out, and he could already feel the fatigue that it was leaving on his asshole.

But that was nothing compared to the feeling of the cage up front.

The fox had always been in tight clothes, but this time, the tight clothes were causing a problem. Not just from the fact that the cage made him look quite a bit bigger in the crotch - and that was an entirely different problem from his usual attention-grabbing outfit - but it was constantly rubbing against the cage, making it shift and roll and pull at him, dragging his attention down to it.

And the more that he thought about his cock, the more that he wanted to play with it. And the more that he wanted to play with it, the more problems he had.

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

He stumbled off the bus, feeling the cage pushing his cock back into place, keeping more than the tiniest bit of his tip from poking out of the fleshy tube. He gritted his teeth as he tried to focus on what he needed to do rather than what he was feeling. It wasn't an easy thing to do, particularly as he could still smell his dad's scent on him.

The first step off the bus was a reminder of something else, too. He was still barefoot, and the concrete was just starting to get cool. He hissed softly as he walked down the sidewalk, drawing stares from going shoeless, and he was sure that at least a few of the wolves he walked by noticed that he smelled like piss.

Damn it, Aston...

His father had essentially made his life a great deal harder, and he knew that the old man would feel no grief about it. Whatever it was that made the older fox want him so much had finally driven the deputy mayor around the bend, forbidding him from more than one shower a day and taking away one of the basic rights that anyone had. Aston wanted the smell-claim that he had to linger, to attract attention.

It sure as hell wasn't going to make his job as an agent any easier, though. He needed to avoid getting noticed all the time, avoid having people stare at him and remember that someone like him came through. If he pulled something off in his father's name, then had some random witness say that someone smelling like pee came through, then that was going to get them both in trouble.

But no, his father wasn't going to listen to that. His 'master' wanted the mark to stay, so stay it would.

Well...maybe I can market it as my pimp's thing...

He didn't have high hopes for that. He was going to have to rely on the glasses more than ever, and that meant leaving more of a trail behind. If that happened, then he was going to be dealing with the Black Hats sooner than later. He wasn't ready for that, no matter how much success that he'd had so far.

Sean shook his head as he finally came to a halt, looking up at the bar sign overhead. This was where Paul was supposed to be, probably hard at work rutting someone. The fox pulled out his glasses, pressing the button on the front as they shocked his head again.

Authority Enforcement Apparel, activated. Level 7.

So, they'd been downgraded again. That meant that his father wanted to make sure that he couldn't just change Paul's conditioning back to what it was supposed to be. Back to wanting him over everyone else.

Fuck dad...

It sent a little pang through his heart to think that, remembering when Paul had said the same thing not that long ago. The two brothers had been united for a short time, thinking about and wanting the same thing: dad's interference out of their lives.

Hoping it wouldn't be as bad as he thought, he pushed the door open -

"Yeah, shake that ass!"

And found himself standing at the door of a gay bar, his brother half-drunk, waving around his credit card, and getting a muscular reindeer shaking his ass in his face. His brother grabbed the big, furry rump, smacking it before kissing it.

"Yeah, no twinks here. Just big, muscular guys. Fuck, you got anyone bigger here?"

"Mmm, only one bigger than me is the polar bear in the back."

"Bring him out. I got the money for you guys tonight. Just no twinks; I don't want to see any rodents, any cats, or any foxes here but me."

...So...he was that thorough with it...

Sean stared at his brother from the doorway, watching as the thicker, heavier men that his older sibling had asked for gathered around the table. They could not have been more different to his build and shape, could not have been more exaggeratedly shoved to the other side of the spectrum. They were the ones that Paul wanted now, not him.

He kept staring, unable to take his eyes off the display. Something in him just couldn't look away, almost like he had to burn this moment into his brain.

He wasn't sure if something broke, but something definitely cracked. Maybe it was his heart, maybe it was something in his sanity, maybe it was something else entirely, but staring at this, seeing what his father had done to his brother, having his one comfort ripped away from him did something. His anger surged deep inside, growing hotter and hotter until he had to close the door and step away.

Walking down the street, he took a few deep breaths, his hands curling into fists and then relaxing, then clenching again. For about a block, he was fine. Then, after crossing the street, something slipped.

"Nnnngh GAH!"

Sean pulled his hand to his chest, at least one finger bruised - maybe broken - after punching a streetlight. The pain snapped him back to reality, put a shield around him against the anger. He still clenched his hand in a fist, though, even as he snorted in pain.

Dad...you might be in charge for now, but when I finally figure out a way around you...around this...you are going to pain. You are going to FUCKING pay...

When the pain died down enough for him to use his fingers again, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He flicked through his contacts, then dialed one number. Ring ring. Click.

"Don't say anything. I'm on my way to the park. Meet me there in an hour. I'm ready to hear your offer."

The End