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The Mind Control Conspiracy

Chapter 12: Escalation and Invention

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By Draconicon

Considering that he hadn't gotten home until at least three in the morning, Sean didn't expect to get a great deal of sleep. He hit the sheets knowing that his father was going to be there to tease him, to remind him who was in control as soon as the sun was up, and he knew that he was going to be out of it at the time.

He did not expect to be woken up with a cock slapping against his cheek, though.

The fox groaned under his breath, the musky scent of another male filling his nose as he opened one eye, looking up at the deputy mayor, at his father. The older fox didn't smirk, but he did sneer ever so slightly.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked casually.

"Well enough."

"Liar."

"Does it matter?"

"Not really. Out of bed. Now."

Sean did as he was told, knowing that he didn't have much choice in the matter if he wanted to keep the old man from knowing how things had changed. He had stripped out of his clothes before sliding into bed last night, so he was naked as he got to his feet. The metal plug rammed up his ass was still in place, grinding against his prostate, and his cock ached as the chastity cage kept it from sliding free.

He shifted from foot to foot as he took his place at the foot of the bed, standing with his cock and balls forward, his hands behind his back. His father walked to stand beside him, and familiar hands groped his balls, giving them a squeeze.

"Good. They've not been emptied since the last time I was in you."

"Who would have done that?"

"Anyone that had a chance...You've made too much of a name for yourself..."

There it was. The slight obsession, the urge that his father had for him that had driven him to hypnotize Paul to stay away from him in the first place, the same urge to own him that had driven their bargain in the first place. Aston's fingers dug into his sac, pulling on it almost to the point of pain, and his father growled in his ears.

He wants me more than he wants almost anything else...

It was a pity that he couldn't use that. If he had the power to deny his father, if there weren't more cards to force him into giving himself up than there were cards for him to play to hold back, then maybe there would have been a chance to seduce the old man in a different way. As it stood, he was limited. Sharply limited.

He stood there with his hands clasped together as his father molested his orbs, pulling on them until they hung lower than usual. Sean tried his best not to react, but there was something about that masterful touch, that dominant stroking and teasing that had his cock trying to react, trying to -

"Nnngh..."

A soft grunt of discomfort and pleasure left his lips as his cock started rising from his sheath, the tip grinding against the mesh that held it inside. He tried to think of something else, but -

CRACK!

A sharp spank, one hard slap across his ass. He squeezed down on the plug inside, ground the plug against his prostate, and his cock jerked again. A bit of pre-cum oozed from the tip even though it wasn't hard, smearing against the steel mesh at the end of the cage. He gritted his teeth at that, a soft huff escaping him.

"Are you thinking of something you shouldn't be, son?"

"Mmmph...and what shouldn't I be thinking about?"

"Paul, for one..."

Aston's fingers found their way under his tail, and they gripped the base of the thick metal plug that had been shoved inside of him since last night. Sean grunted, biting his lips as he felt it twisting back and forth, dragging his inner walls around with it, giving pain and pleasure again. The pressure that it put on his prostate had him shivering from head to toe, his cock throbbing up again, trying and failing to push the cage aside. The constant grinding of it against the steel brought a strangely erotic pain, one that made his cock throb all the more, which in turn gave more of the discomfort and erotic submission.

Fuck...fuck...

He knew that it would be a horrible mistake to think of his father as any sort of partner. They were loosely tied up in business, more tightly tied up in blackmail, but to think of him as any sort of client was bad enough. To think of him as some sort of pleasurable...master...was something that would only play into the older fox's manipulations of him. He had to hold out. He had to be strong. He had to be focused on what he wanted out of this. And that wasn't just pleasure.

POP!

The plug suddenly came free, and he rose up on his tiptoes without thinking. A soft gasp escaped him again, and he felt surprisingly empty. It was the first time that he had kept a butt-plug in him for that long, and the sudden feeling of having it slide out and leave him gaping was...well, a bit new. It wasn't the same as feeling a cock slide free, and it was a hell of a lot stronger.

His hole clenched, trying to close, but there was nothing that his body could do to imitate that full feeling again. His father's seed had split during the night, turning half-watery, half-chunky as it slid out of his hole. It dribbled along his ass cheeks, then down his thighs, running all the way down to his feet.

"Ha...ha..."

"Heh. You look better like that. You wear a mark well, for a slave."

"Mmmph...You aren't a master, father...You're just...my business partner..."

"And you're the bitch of the two of us."

CRACK!

Another spank, this time hard enough to make his ass cheeks clench tight, to make his hole squeeze down. What little was left inside of him squirted out in imitation of a female squirting in pleasure, and he growled under his breath at the feeling of it soaking the base of his tail.

Aston nodded to himself as he tossed the plug to the ground, fondling his cock again. Sean looked down at the throbbing hard-on, then looked up at his father again.

"Just oral this morning?"

"Just oral."

"No watersports?"

"I think that you'll keep the mark well enough..."

That meant that it would be reapplied later, or that his father had a plan to extend the scent-marking in some way that he probably wasn't going to like. He kept the growls about that to himself, and slowly lowered himself to his knees, staring at his father's tapered shaft, looking at the head.

Smelling it was enough to send a shiver down his spine, enough to fill his brain with the pheromones that the older male put off. It was enough to keep his cock throbbing, even if it couldn't get hard, and he gritted his teeth as he grabbed it by the base.

Don't love it. Don't love it. Don't love it.

Sean was having to hold onto his hate for the older fox, for the deputy mayor, far more than he thought that he'd have to. It didn't get better when his father stepped on his balls, holding them down. They weren't crushed beneath his father's toes, but they were definitely held in place, kept from sliding around, kept from moving in any way.

"Suck, boy..."

The command was strong enough to get him to lean in and start doing that very thing. He dragged his tongue along the orbs just below the shaft, and then moved up to the throbbing rod itself. He dragged his tongue from the base to the tip, tasting the sheath juices as well as the beginnings of pre, feeling it dribbling its musk over him.

Despite how much he hated his father, there was a hunger to play along for now. He had been a whore for a long time, and one of the keys towards being a good whore was to find a way to fool your body into thinking that you enjoyed this. Sean had done that with horses, with bulls, with mice, and with any number of other species. He'd done it with bookworms, he'd done it with jocks, he'd done it with teachers, and he'd done it with thugs. He had done it with all sorts of people, and it meant that he knew how to make just about anything fun for himself if he really had to.

Unfortunately, it also meant that his body went on autopilot when it was in a situation like this, looking for any way to turn it into something pleasurable. Even as he dragged his father's cock into his mouth, he was noticing all the little things that he liked. The thickness that rested on his tongue, the thick, crude taste of pre-cum that splattered across his tongue, the warmth of the shaft that was slowly edging towards the back of his throat, the musk that was burning in his nose of a strong, powerful man that wanted to take charge and put him in his place. It was all flitting through his head, trying to make his cock hard, making his stretched hole clench and throb beneath his tail.

Sean bobbed his head down his father's shaft, closing his eyes as he tried to think of something else, but this extreme pleasure was something entirely foreign to him. He could feel the way that his father's fingers were digging into his scalp, forcing him down further, faster. He could take it, considering that he had been sucking Jack's cock all night last night, but this was something different.

This was something more...masterful.

Groaning under his breath as he tried to fight the submissive feelings that were rising through him, he couldn't help but pant a bit as he was forcefully shoved down that thick cock again and again, forced to breathe in the smell of it, forced to take the taste of it over his tongue and down his throat. Everywhere it touched it seemed to leave behind some remnant of that musky, aged flavor.

"Mmmph...mmph..."

He bobbed forward, back, forward, back, pulled and pushed by his father's hand. He took it right down to the base, feeling the knot throbbing against his lips, and then was pushed back to the head to feel the pre-cum dribbling over his tongue.

There was no gentleness to it, no holding back. In his father's eyes, he had been turned into a possession, a cock toy, a cum-dump that the old man could use however he wanted. There was something so wrong about that, but at the same time, something so hot.

He groaned, his cock throbbing as far out of its sheath as the mesh would allow it, smearing and aching the whole time. His cock felt like it was harder than it had ever been, blood trapped in it making it swell and throb. His knot was swelling inside of his sheath, making it more uncomfortable, making him remember just how tight it was down there.

And under him, he could feel his hole twitching like mad. As he knelt, he could press his ass against his feet, feel his hole with his toes, and he could feel how distended it had become, how desperately open it had been left by the plug. God, it felt amazing. He swore that he could be fisted easily like this.

Damn it. Stop thinking like that. You do not need more of that right now. Just get him off, so that you can go about your day...

He sucked harder, faster, swallowing around the older fox's cock. He pulled it all the way into the back of his throat, using only his mouth, never his hands. He kept his mouth wide open, then pushed his lips tight, forcing his father to fuck his face as he would a more virginal hole.

In, out, in, out, that fat cock and those heavy balls slapping against his face, rubbing on his chin, leaving that thick, fatherly musk wherever it touched. He could feel it grinding into his fur, taking the place of the bitter piss-scent from the night before. Forward, back, forward, back, every time feeling that cock thrusting into his throat, opening him up, leaving him gasping around it despite his experience.

Forward, back, forward back -

Forward.

Sean was held there, his nose buried in his father's crotch fur. He breathed in the hot, spicy scent of arousal, sucking it down as the older male held him there and came. Spurt, swallow, spurt, swallow, each splash of cum in his mouth followed by another, weaker one. He took it all into his guts, swallowing it like there was no tomorrow, making sure that there was nothing left in his mouth by the time that Aston pulled out.

The deputy mayor panted softly, shaking his head as their eyes met once more. They stared at one another, Sean with some hate, his father with more than a slight amount of satisfaction. They were not hiding anything from one another, not anymore.

"You did good."

"You knew I would."

"I suppose all the whoring was good for something."

"You don't mind me sharing myself out, then, if it makes it easier for you to take your pleasures?"

"I don't mind you doing anything, so long as it is what I want."

And there was the difference. Aston needed everyone to do what he wanted. Sean just wanted everyone to avoid doing a few things that would inconvenience him. And that was why they were going to have to clash over and over and over again as they worked together, because they disagreed on one of the most fundamental things. Aston wanted to tell people what to do. Sean wanted to tell people what not to do.

Do not be ashamed.

Do not be held back.

Do not bother with anything that made him feel hurt.

It opened up more options, while his father's limited the options. Telling someone what not to do made them more aware of the things that they could do, the things that were not forbidden. Telling someone what to do meant that they had but one course to follow, one road to take. Sean hated it.

His father gestured for him to stand, and he did. Aston pointed to the bed, and Sean sighed, leaning against it with his tail in the air.

"From now on, you're going to keep this plug in unless you need to use the toilet, or unless you are getting fucked," the older fox said, rubbing the steel plug against Sean's puckering hole. "I want you to make sure that you keep it in at all times."

"Hmph."

"This might make it a bit more difficult for you to get into the more official areas, what with the metal detectors and all, but I'm sure that you can find a way around that."

"You're deliberately sabotaging me now?"

"Why not? You're strong and smart. You can figure out a way around them."

And he was sure that he could, but he was halfway convinced that this was something else. He doubted that his father knew that he had made contact with the rebellion, with the resistance, but he was sure that this was some sort of punishment for the way that he had handled removing the Dean at the university. This was a way of getting payback for him being obvious, forcing him to be a bit more subtle.

Or that much more open about what he was doing, he supposed. If he was genuinely pushed, he was pretty sure that he might find a way to make it more obvious, more annoying, just for the sake of pushing his father's buttons.

The plug slipped in more easily than he'd like, probably due to the implant that he'd gotten back there a while back. His ass could get a bit puffy and a bit wet on its own due to the implant, something that he'd gotten when he was first getting into the whole whoring business, and it was certainly useful when he had clients like his father, the sort that wanted to just go right for it rather than getting him lubed first.

He shrugged his shoulders, using his inner muscles to pull the plug in a bit further, to lodge it into place. The feeling of it against his prostate again was enough to make his cock surge, to ooze pre-cum against the mesh.

"You can go shower now. I'll have an assignment for you later."

"You better."

"And this one will be...quite interesting."

"I'm sure."

"Oh, what's the matter? Annoyed that someone is finally outsmarting you?"

The smugness in his father's voice would have been enough to cause a violent reaction if Sean had been any less smart than he was. He knew what Aston was doing, knew that the older fox was trying to get a reaction out of him. If he gave it, then his father would know how to get his goat, how to get him out of his comfort zone and how to push his buttons. He needed to be better than that, smarter than that.

So, instead of responding, he chuckled. Just, chuckled, as he walked out of the room with nothing but the cage on. If his brother saw it, so what? It would be something else for Aston to deal with, some other level of hypnosis that would have to go into Paul's brain that he'd need to untangle later.

For now, he needed his shower, and not just to get all the old smells off of him.

He walked into the bathroom without being seen, turning on the hot water. With the door locked, he still knew that there was very little expectation of privacy. His father probably had the whole house wired with security cameras, or at least, the intimate places. There were times when he imagined that Aston had webcammed his room, made sure that he could see the various different encounters that the fox had while he was at home, and he wouldn't be surprised if the shower was likewise bugged.

That meant that there was no way for him to fiddle with the cage here, nor was there a way to take the plug out and get himself off since he was blue-balled to hell and back. He'd just have to deal with the difficulty there.

As he slid under the hot water, however, he started thinking. With the musk of his father's pre-cum and the piss from last night finally washing away, he was able to think clearly. Well, clear as a tired fox could think, he supposed, which was clear enough to get the job done.

He had the resistance's favor now. He could cash that in for just about anything, considering the amount of debt that they'd have from getting that file off of him. Once he had the clearance to get his brother snatched off the street without someone seeing, he could get that out of his father's hands. However, there was something else that he'd need to take care, something that was going to be rather problematic.

His father's touch was...addictive, to say the least. The hunger that the older man was able to take advantage of, the need that he was able to wake up in the fox's loins, was one that he needed to find a way to counter.

Sean enjoyed being dominated, enjoyed being on the bottom. He liked having big men over him, powerful men, but most of the time, he needed to be in charge. He needed to have the ability to make it go the way that he wanted it to go. Otherwise, he started to shift from a power bottom to a full bottom...and his father had been taking advantage of that.

I need someone to take the edge off those cravings, he thought, rubbing his fingers through his fur, washing the rest of the slime off of him. A few crackly bits came free around his ass and cheeks, but not too much. I guess it's time to start opening some try-outs...

His father's domination was a powerful thing. He knew that there weren't that many people out there, even with the help of the glasses, that would be able to match that sort of push. Paul was able to take charge, but that was something that he wasn't going to get for a while. He needed someone else, someone that could fill that need until he could get his brother back.

Or maybe, he supposed, several someones...

His father eventually gave him the next assignment sometime before lunch. Having been bored waiting at the house, Sean had gone out to the city center, making his way through the different stores and considering his own plans. The fox had been contemplating zonking out the lion that was trying on the different outfits in the department store men's department when his phone started ringing.

Beep beep, beep beep, beep -

"Hello."

"You really are starting to slack, aren't you, Sean?"

"I had a bad night of sleep."

"I knew you were lying."

"Yeah, well, you called me on it already. So, what's the job?"

"We're going to hide a hostage."

Sean blinked, sitting up a bit straighter in his chair.

"I'm sorry?"

"We're going to be escalating things. I need someone from the Black Hats under me, so we're going to be taking things up a notch. I want you to find someone, someone reasonably young and pretty, and make sure that he or she disappears. Then, I'll give you a number to call. Preferably from a payphone, if not something else more anonymous. Have someone else give you their phone, perhaps."

"I can plan this on my own. You just tell me what you need me to do."

His heart was racing. Bringing the Black Hats into this meant that his father wanted to expand his reach, to grab someone inside of the group that kept the rest of the system accountable. That meant that he was planning on making his move for mayor, and more, very soon. Sean had thought that he had more time, but...

"Fine. Get the hostage, make the call. When the Black Hats get there to handle it, make sure that you deal with the both of them."

"Both of them. And define...deal with?"

"As long as they are both alive at the end of it, that's all that matters. You have two days to figure out how to do this."

"..."

"Tell me when it's done."

Click. He looked down at the phone as the call ended, and the urge to curse his father out was stronger than ever. The fox took a deep breath, put his phone back in his pocket, and then slowly leaned his head into his hands.

Okay, well...this just went off the rails...

The Black Hats had been terrifying every time that he had seen them, even though he knew that they weren't able to affect him. They might not be able to make him tell the truth or zonk him out, but that didn't mean that they couldn't do other things to him. They had the power to make people disappear, to send them off where nobody else could ever find them.

More than that, they always worked in pairs. He doubted that he'd be able to do anything to get them split apart. If he could get that much done, then there was a chance to get their glasses away from them, take away their protections so that he could zonk one of them out to deal with the other one. But two at once...

...Fuck. This is going to be tricky...

But not impossible. Not entirely. Not if one idea that he'd had percolating in the back of his mind for the last few days worked out. There was...a possibility...a very slender possibility, but a possibility.

He took his phone out again, dialing a different number. This time, it only rang once.

"Hello. You know who this is, so what do you want?"

"Custom order," Sean said.

"Another one? Last one took you a week to recover from."

"I need this one done in a day."

"No can do."

"Ten thousand."

"...Alright, might be able to do."

"We're doing something eye-based. Think you can get this done in twenty-four hours?"

"For that price, I'll try anything."

"Good. I'll be there in twenty minutes. Make sure that the front door's unlocked."

Sean clicked the phone shut, and he got to his feet. Twenty minutes meant running, and he had never run with a chastity cage on before. However, there was a first time for everything, and he wasn't going to give this guy any chance to back out of the deal. And just because anyone else might have been watching, he pulled the battery out of his phone. No one needed to know about this.

The fox slowed outside of the shuttered fried chicken joint. The blue shutters covered the front door and windows, and there were no power lines leading down to the building. It looked like a piece of junk, surrounded by more junk in the alleys and at the front of the building.

Sean walked up to the door, tapping his finger against it. Three quick raps, two slow, then five quick ones.

The shutter opened by about a foot, lifting up to make a small gap between it and the ground. Throwing himself down, he wriggled in, barely making it through in time before the shutter came down again, slamming into the concrete. His tail lost a few strands, but he was through in time.

Looking up, he saw that his contact was already waiting. The crow leaned back against a narrow workbench, his arms crossed, wearing a black trenchcoat that covered him from neck to ankles. And that was about all he wore, really. No surprise, of course. Torold didn't tend to wear much because he didn't get much in the way of visitors, or clients. As a back-alley modder, both for bodies and tech, he was someone that not many people needed to see, and those that did didn't care how he dressed.

"Barely here on time," Torold said.

"Well, I got stuck in traffic."

"More like caused it, with those shorts."

"If you got it, flaunt it."

"And hopefully you've been flaunting my work."

"No complaints from my clients since."

The crow nodded, gesturing for him to come forward. At least they were on better terms than the first time that Sean had come by; the crow had been throwing every tool known to mortal-kind at him, and some of them had left bruises behind.

"What am I doing? You mentioned something about eye-work."

"Yeah...yeah, I did," Sean said, pulling the glasses from his pocket. "You've seen these on some of the bosses around the place?"

"Yeah. Why? You want some sort of special designer sunglasses?" the bird asked with the nearest thing a beaked being could get to a sneer. "If that's all -"

"Not at all. You've got this place wired up for security cameras, right?"

"Of course."

"Turn them on. You want to record this."

"...okay..."

As Torold reached behind him, tapping a few buttons on an unobtrusive terminal, Sean pulled the glasses on. The familiar shocks zapped the sides of his head, but he was already opening the _ Trance.exe _ program, and Torold started sliding into it as soon as they made eye contact.

It was time to install a bit of security...and then make the bird do something different.

"...How the hell..."

Sean sat on an ice pack as he watched the recording play back. The crow had done quite a bit to him, and considering that the avian wasn't actually gay, he imagined that it was probably quite disconcerting to see himself not only fucking the fox's ass, but also shoving a fist up there and jerking himself off in the process.

That had taken some effort on his part, considering that he wasn't that stretchy, but it was enough to convince Torold that the glasses were important. By the time that the recording was over with, the crow had the evidence to believe that he had been hypnotized, and deep.

"How the hell does that work?"

"The more you know, the less safe you'll be," Sean said, holding out the glasses. "I need you to try and convert these over to a pair of contact lenses."

"Contact - do you know how much fucking miniaturized tech is in these already?"

"Yeah, and I need it smaller."

"You're kidding me."

"Are you saying you can't do it?"

"Fuck no, I can do it, but...fuck..." The crow turned the sunglasses over in his fingers. "I'm not sure if I want to."

"You're getting paid, right?"

"Yeah, but...knowing what these can do...that there's so many people that can do it already..."

"Trust me. I'm not going to be making it easier for them."

Torold fixed him with a raised eyebrow, but Sean didn't say anything else. He was already risking a hell of a lot just by doing this. The battery out of his phone would keep his father from tracking him that way, but if there was a tracker in the butt plug, or in his chastity cage, then he'd already put a blip on his father's records about where he was. The security programs that he'd installed in Torold's brain would keep the casual lackey from being able to hack into his brain and see what happened, but as soon as anyone competent got involved, things were going to get hairy.

And he needed those contact lenses. If he was able to wear those, then he'd be able to present a non-threat when he was actually fully capable of fighting back. As far as he knew, there wasn't anyone in the hierarchy that had gone that far yet. He needed any advantage that he could get, and this was probably the only one that he could get.

"...I'm keeping the designs for myself," Torold said. "If they break, you gotta buy a new pair."

"That's fine."

"You're not going to fight that?"

"Nothing wrong with you keeping the designs for the lenses. Besides..." He smiled. "I already made it so that you couldn't sell more without my permission."

"Wha - oh, you piece of shit..."

"Gotta watch my own back, too."

"...Fair."

"Twenty-four hours?"

"Twenty-four hours."

That was all that he needed to hear. He got to his feet again, crawling out of the miniature workshop. Time to find something to do for the next day until he could get his plans moving forward...

The End