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The Mind Control Conspiracy

Chapter 14: One Last Resource

For Asbeoth

By Draconicon

The night came and went, and both Paul and his father came home at some point. Sean wasn't sure precisely when they were both there, because he didn't bother leaving his room - save to use the toilet - for the entire night. Instead, he laid on his bed, his hands folded behind his head until sleep decided to pay its nightly visit.

It wasn't petulance that kept him there, or at least, not entirely. It was more down to the fact that he didn't want to tempt his father if he didn't have to. There was no way that he could turn Aston down if he actually came to the bedroom, but if he left, then he would entice the older fox at some point. If he stayed in the room, then he had the chance to avoid his father.

And it worked. Morning came, and there were no signs of restraints, no signs of anything that showed that his father might have enjoyed him in the night. No crusty crackles on his toes to suggest an involuntary footjob, no smell of his father's seed or pre-cum anywhere. He had been unviolated for the night.

Smiling to himself, he rolled himself out of bed. The chastity cage was starting to get very familiar, and he barely noticed it anymore. Instead, he was more focused on the plug in his ass, on the weight that it put on his hole. He groaned as he slowly got to his feet, feeling it tugging on his rim with every movement, and he grumbled under his breath as he felt it swaying slightly inside of him. It was getting to be just a little too small, he supposed, and that meant that either he'd need to get a bigger one, or focus more on tightening himself up.

For business's sake, tightening himself up would probably be better.

Shaking his head, he got dressed, pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Torold would have the lenses ready in the next few hours, and then he would have to pull off the Black Hat ambush that his father wanted done.

This is either going to go very well...or very badly...

The Black Hats were the enforcement tool of the Federation, and he was pretty sure that they were going to be a lot harder to hypnotize than the average person. He still remembered how long it had taken to break Richard down, and that had been just one Black Hat. He'd have to do something special to get two of them at once.

Then again...

We'll just have to see what happens with the new contacts...

Sean was betting a lot on Torold being able to figure this out. If he could, then this would be the game changer. Not only would he have a pair of lenses that were able to hypnotize people that nobody else had, but they would be an unregistered pair, doing things that weren't getting logged in the system in the same way. He would be like a ghost in their network, flitting about and doing what he wanted.

Best of all, his father wouldn't know that they existed. He would have an advantage. Finally.

He waited until ten to go out and get breakfast. His father was already gone, up at city hall doing his thing, while Paul was sitting across from him at the table. Sean hesitated for a moment, and then sat down with his older brother.

"So...what are you doing today?" he asked, trying to break the ice.

"Going to a party," Paul grunted around a mouthful of bacon.

"That's all?"

"All that matters. Why?"

"...No reason, I guess."

"Heh. You wanted to come?"

"Who says I wouldn't?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Well, not exactly your crowd, man. Lotta jocks. Lotta gym bunnies."

"Might be worthwhile for business."

"Business?"

Sean chuckled, but not quite happily. The fact that his brother had been pushed to forget that much about him, erasing even the fact that he was something of a whore...their father had been all too thorough.

"Other men are my business."

"What, you're - oh, shit..."

"Mmm-hmm," he said, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair.

"How long have you been turning tricks?"

"Longer than you'd expect, I bet. I've been saving up for a while, but I could always use new clients."

And I could stand to see what sort of strumpets you're dealing with, considering Aston hasn't told me anything...

He kept the irritation off his face, however, keeping it to the same sort of low-level smugness that he generally had around his clients. Or at least, the potential ones. Those that started paying got a higher level of smugness.

"I'll even throw in a finder's fee for you, if you introduce me to a couple of guys that might be interested in the slenderer guys..."

"Heh...well, then..."

"And besides. It's been a long time since we hung out..."

It was an olive branch, nothing more, but he was surprised at how much he felt when he said that. It was him making the offer, him making the apology for not being there as often this time. It was...it was him being the one that was vulnerable.

He didn't like the feeling. He didn't like it at all.

Eventually, Paul chuckled, nodding.

"I think we can make that work. You good to meet up at Jared's around seven?"

Considering that would give him at least four hours to deal with the Black Hats, that would either see him dead or see him successful. He nodded.

"Awesome. I'll see you there, little bro."

They bumped fists, something that he had never done with Paul before, and the older fox got to his feet, walking around the table. Sean shamelessly watched his brother's bulge as the other fox walked down the hall towards the bathroom, and then sighed, shaking his head.

"Well...at least it's not completely gone..."

They still had something together. Even if it wasn't in the amount that he wanted, they had something. He could work with that, build on that. Maybe he could even get them back to what they were supposed to be.

Maybe.

Sean rubbed his head, getting up and going to the kitchen proper. He needed breakfast, too, even though he doubted that he was going to enjoy it. He did not need hunger pains later, particularly if he was already deep in trancing out the secret agents of the Federation.

It was somewhere just after noon when he got off the bus at the city center, feeling the pressure of the chastity cage on his cock and balls just as much as ever. The weight of the mesh against the head of his sheath was just as strong as it had been the day before, but the feeling of it was not as oppressive. Maybe it was due to him taking steps to free himself, or maybe it was down to the fact that he felt a bit less oppressed in general, but he felt...good, today.

He shifted the cage through his pants, letting it rest a bit more on the base of his sheath rather than on the tip of his cock, and then pulled at the back of his pants, adjusting the plug in the back so that it was in its proper place. There was no need for either of them to slip around this time.

Here's hoping that Torold has that done today...

If nothing else, he needed the glasses back. If he couldn't get the job done with the lenses, then he would need some sort of tool to take a shot at it. He knew better than to think that the Black Hats would be easy to take down with his AEA, but he knew that his father wasn't going to slow the operation down. There were specific times mentioned, and that meant that Aston expected this to be done, or him in jail, before the time passed.

He wouldn't slow it down. Not for his son.

So, Sean moved quickly, darting through the crowd and feeling cage and plug shift with each movement. The former kept the effects of the latter from being too visible, but at the same time, he could feel the pleasure and the need that they offered him building up with each passing second. He grumbled under his breath, the constant smooth press of the metal plug against his prostate doing more than enough to keep the tip of his cock nudging against the torturing mesh of the cage.

Grumbling almost continuously by the time that he hit the back-alleys, he started to take the turn towards Torold's shop when he felt something. Nothing physical, just a feeling. Something that he didn't like. He kept walking, instead, his hand running along his pocket to his phone.

Hmmm...

He pulled it out, sliding the battery back in before turning it on. As he kept walking along, Sean pulled the phone up and looked into the screen, the camera mode on. He casually tilted it to the side, almost like he was flipping it over to look at an image in the wide-screen mode, and glanced over his shoulder.

It was Jack.

The stallion was disguised, alright, but not very well. His muscles were just as prominent as ever, and the horse's walk was exactly the same as the big male's had always been. He was dressed in a coat and fluffy pants rather than in his usual jeans and t-shirt, and he wore a bandana rather than going open-faced, but it didn't do anything to disguise him for the experienced vulpine whore.

Great...

If the resistance was sending someone to tail him, then that meant that there was something wrong going on. Either they needed his help with something else - forced or begged, either was problematic - or they were trying to keep an eye on him, and doing it badly.

Or...were they?

They might have been using Jack as a distraction, someone that was obvious to hide someone that was less obvious. Sean kept walking, coming to an intersection. Jack was following him, but was there someone else?

He tilted his phone down, holding it back in front of him like any other phone-text zombie, and he flicked it back over the rooftops. At first, there was nothing, but after a few seconds -

"Heh...got you..."

He'd been right. Jack was the one following him to keep his attention, but there was a second guy, a seagull, that was flitting from roof to roof, just out of view, but definitely keeping an eye on him. A pair of agents, it seemed, though what they wanted, he didn't know.

Looks like I'll have to lose them before getting what I need from Torold...

He could do that easily with Jack, but someone that was following him from above was going to be tricky...unless he just outed them. That would probably work. After all, he didn't have something that they could out him on, at least, not yet. He didn't even have the glasses on him, this time.

Sean smirked, turning around. No sooner had he set his eyes on Jack than the horse froze in mid-step, anxiously looking back and forth. The stallion leaped for a nearby alley, ducking into it, but it was too late.

The fox rounded the corner, looking in at his old client, shaking his head.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Well, um...I was thinking...uh, I mean..."

"Come off it, Jack. You know I know it's you."

"...Yeah, I figured you might."

The horse pulled off his bandana, gagging slightly as he did, and pulled the coat off. He was dressed normally under it, and he was obviously sweaty. It must have been insulated to hell and back inside of that thing.

"Well, you spotted me. What do you want?" Jack asked.

"First off, I spotted both of you. That seagull was doing better than you, but not that much better."

"Fuck."

"...Okay, first point five. You don't out the other agent if someone tells you that they were spotted. It could be a bluff."

"You didn't know?"

"I did know, but if I didn't, I would now."

"...Fair."

"Second, I want to know why you're following me. Obviously not for a meeting if you're trying to avoid me, so what are you doing?"

The horse looked up, and so did Sean. The seagull had just poked his head over the side of the building, and the fox glared up at him. As the bird squirmed back, Sean sighed.

"You...are...completely...hopeless."

"Hey, be fair. We were doing pretty good."

"You were the most obvious tail that anyone has ever had," Sean muttered. "And I only missed your friend the first time because I was so busy staring at you."

"You weren't supposed to look up," the bird chirped from the rooftops.

"Just...get down here."

With both stallion and seagull standing in front of him, Sean wondered what in the world he was supposed to do with the resistance. They were obviously a bigger problem than they were a benefit, but at the same time, he didn't think that he could just ditch them. They were his biggest and best hope to do something about Paul. That had to be remembered. That had to be the thing that he kept at the front of his mind.

"Now...tell me. What the hell do you two want?"

"Well..."

The stallion rubbed the back of his head, hemming and hawing, but it was the seagull that answered.

"We wanted to make sure that you weren't stabbing us in the back."

"And why do you think I'd do that?"

"Because you had a Black Hat at your place yesterday. If you were a traitor, we needed to know."

"...You were watching, then. Apparently, you had better people on shift yesterday."

That was surprising, but not altogether impossible. He hadn't exactly hidden the fact that he was whoring himself, but for them to have put that together that fast...

Wait...

He blinked as he figured it out. Slapping one hand across his face, he turned and leaned against the brick wall behind him. Bonk, bonk, bonk went his forehead against his arm.

"I'm dumb."

"What? What's the matter?" Jack asked.

"You have a list, don't you?" he muttered.

"A list? Well, we have a couple of them, but -"

"Of members of the Black Hats. You know who they are."

"..."

"Oh, stop being coy. He didn't do anything with the Black Hats at my house, and he didn't do anything when he left, so the only way that you'd know is if you had a list."

"...I guess we can't deny that," Jack admitted.

Sean banged his head against his arm one more time. He couldn't believe that he hadn't asked about that before. With his connections - or, well, his father's connections - his new contact lenses, and the list of names, he would be set for life. He'd be armed with the perfect way of hunting them down, one by one, when they were vulnerable. All he'd need was their addresses to go with it, and he could hit them while they were alone, while they didn't have their partner around.

And that meant that he could do it without leaving a phone trail. He could set this up with his father being none the wiser...and without incriminating himself in a phone call that his dad could later pull out as more blackmail.

"Give it to me."

"What?" the seagull asked, blinking. "You can't be serious."

"I'm dead serious."

"But...but that'll..."

"It'll do nothing to you, and everything for you." Sean glanced up at the horse. "Vouch for me here. I'm not stupid."

"...No, you're not."

"You know I hate them."

"Yes, you do," Jack said. "And that's why I'm a bit concerned. Just why do you want it?"

"Does it matter if it means that there'll be a pair of the Black Hats knocked off the list every week? That you'll see them stop doing as many arrests and disappearances? Do you really want to ask these questions right now?"

"...Not really..."

"Then give...me...the list..."

"..."

"..."

"Fine," Jack muttered. "I'll send it in a few minutes."

"As soon as you can. And now, you two better get out of here. They're better at spying than you are."

He shooed them away, though not before he got a glare from the seagull over the whole thing. Sean watched them leave, staring at them as they walked across the street and back to one of the big plazas where the bus stop was. Even then, he waited, just because he knew that the seagull wasn't going to give up -

Yep, there he was. The seagull flew up to the top of one of the buildings, the long-necked bird trying to be sneaky. Sean kept his eyes glued on the avian, and the seagull finally gave in, turning around and flying back to street level.

Shaking his head, the fox leaned against the wall, letting his phone stay on just long enough for Jack to send the message. As soon as he got the notification beep, he forwarded the message to a private email account, and then from there to a secondary one. It would be held there for a while, and he could deal with it later.

Then, the battery came out, and he walked down the side alley. It was time to go talk to Torold.

The crow had the door open when he arrived, and the tools were all set off to the side, showing quite a bit of debris on the floor and a few sliced bits of jelly-like things that he didn't really want to think about. Sean stepped around them, seriously starting to consider at least sandals by the time that he reached the work-tables and the crow standing beside them.

"Any luck?" Sean asked.

"Some. Not quite the same, but..."

"But what?"

"Well, they work. I figured that out."

"You used them?" He blinked. "How did that go for you? Who did you use them on?"

The crow turned around, and Sean stared.

The crow's eyes were definitely different than before. They were brighter, the pupil bigger so that there was a bigger black disk in the middle of the eye. As soon as Torold turned to look at him, the crow flinched, pulling on a pair of sunglasses and wincing as he moved around.

"What happened to you?" Sean asked.

"The contacts were...a bit overpowered," the crow admitted. "Light sensitivity right now. Trying to deal with it. Might need some prescription sunglasses for a while. No charge, stupid mistake."

"...Didn't happen to fix that afterward, did you?"

"Think so. Should be okay. Shocking. Ow."

The crow had obviously been at least a little affected by the lenses, then, and that was a bit concerning. They were supposed to be something that was surreptitious, not something that left that big a mark. It was something that he'd need to keep an eye on when he used them.

"Where are they?"

"Here."

The crow handed over a small box, no bigger than what a man might stuff an engagement ring into. He took it, flipping open the lid and looking inside.

The lenses were not the soft, smooth, easily ripped substance that he was used to seeing people use. Probably because it needed to keep a more definite shape, he supposed, and so that it could transmit the different signals. Definitely something to keep in mind while wearing and carrying them, too, so that he didn't cause himself or other people problems.

"How waterproof are they?" he asked, pulling one out, balancing it on his fingertip.

"Enough to wear, and that's about it. Could moisturize your eyes a bit, but not much. Could overwhelm the circuitry. Very delicate."

"You mentioned. Is it comparable to the lenses?"

"Better."

"That's what I wanted to hear."

He supposed it was time for the moment of truth. Without wearing them, he had no chance of knowing just how good they were. Shock or not, they needed to be tested, and...well, it was time.

Sean took the lens on his finger and held it in front of his eye. He took a deep breath, held his eyelids open, and then let it touch his eyeball.

The shock almost took him to his knees, the pain of sudden electrical jolt going right through the pupil and into the back of his eye. While it had always stung to have it go through his temples, this was something entirely different, and far harsher. He stumbled to his knees, huffing through his nose, cupping his hand over his eye.

"Fuck...fuck..."

"Hurts, doesn't it?"

"Fuck you..."

"You didn't warn me, I didn't warn you."

"...Mmmph...Fair..."

Still shuddering, the fox forced himself to open his eye. The contact lens was just heavy enough for him to feel it against his eyeball, just solid enough that he knew that it would take a few hours for him to get used to it. He resisted the urge to rub it, knowing that would only make it worse, and dragged himself back off the floor.

Testing it out, he turned his head toward the crow. He waited for it to initiate its trance program -

"Mmmph...mm..."

Except that he didn't have to. He barely had to make eye contact, and the trance began right off the bat. He blinked at the sudden shift, reaching up towards his eye before stopping himself.

Okay...so it's definitely stronger...that's something. Maybe it's because of a faster link to the brain? Or...Okay, sort that out later. For now, find out how much stronger it is. Identify Clearance Level.

AEA Clearance: Level 3.

"Holy shit..."

"Nnngh...ah..."

Torold was still standing there, still out of it from the brief glance, but the crow was slowly fighting his way back. Sean closed the eye with the contact lens in it, shaking his head as he helped his contact out of it.

"What did you do?"

"What do you mean? I made it better."

"How?"

"Wouldn't understand. Programming. Base variables. Tweaked several."

"You just gave me something that...okay, okay." Sean let go, pressing his hands to his head. "The less you know, the better. That's all that you need to know."

"Hmmph."

"The payment -"

"Done."

"Good. The glasses?"

The crow nodded to another box at the back of the work-table, and Sean took them, tucking them into his pockets. If nothing else, he'd have the chance to use the glasses for the more public work, and the contacts for the private stuff. His options were increasing, little by little.

He smiled to himself, realizing just how much he had done in so short a time. He had joined the resistance, to an extent, had gained a new set of weapons, had even gone so far as to recruit one of the Black Hats for himself. All in little more than twenty-four hours.

I'm coming for you, Father...and I'm going to rip you down...

Shaking his head, he thanked Torold one more time, and then left the workshop. He knew better than to stay for long. Any sort of tracking chips in his phone might have been disabled, but sticking around for long with his cage on and the plug in his ass was just inviting trouble at this point.

He walked back to the plaza, taking a seat at the bus stop before pulling his phone out and turning it back on. Going to his email, he found the private message with the various names of the Black Hats in the city. They were all rabbits, unsurprisingly, and that meant that he would have an easy time tracking them down once he found where they lived.

Sean stared at the list, slowly shaking his head as he realized just how much power he had at his disposal. He had glasses and contact lenses that could control the minds of anyone that he looked at. He had the names and addresses of the different enforcers that the Federation had in the area. He had a group that could make people disappear, and a father whose ambition would lend him a few favors if he played his cards right.

If he really wanted to...if he was smart enough...he could do more than just save Paul. He could do more than just take revenge on his father. He could...he could supplant Aston, take his position, take everything, including his plan.

The thought alone sent a shiver down his spine, and Sean looked from side to side to make sure that there was no-one looking at him. The idea that someone might have picked up a thought was insane, but then again, so was his life right at that point.

That's stupid...don't start getting stupid...

But the idea of it, the idea of taking what his father had started and running with it until he ruled the city, was more than slightly tempting. He shivered as he imagined taking that sort of power, knowing that it would mean entrancing every member of the Black Hats to stay under him, to ensure that they were enforcing his will rather than being victim to someone else. He would...he would...

He would have control of every mind in the city...hundreds of people...programmed to act as he asked them to...

Or at least...doing the things I liked...

The idea was enough to make his cock throb, even as he shook his head again. No, no. He could indulge in fantasies later. For now, he had a specific amount of time to deal with the Black Hats, and then he had to get running. Paul expected him at that party, after all, and he needed to be there, to show his brother just how close they could be.

And with the new contacts...

He looked at the box with the other contact lens in it, and he took a deep breath, deliberately forcing his hands away from it. No matter how much it would be nice to go home right now and fix that problem, he knew better than to rush it. He had time. The lenses were at a level 3, which trumped his father's level 5 glasses. He would be able to get rid of that as soon as they saw each other again, hopefully, and this way, he didn't leave his father wondering what was going on.

It was going to be hard enough to convince Aston that the way he was going about converting the different Black Hats they needed was the right way, after all. No need to add another wrinkle.

With one more deep breath, he waited for the first bus to come into dock, and then hopped on. He pulled his phone to his ear, dialing 411. It didn't take long for the number to connect.

"How can I help you?"

"I need the address for a few names, if you don't mind."

"That would require an official warrant, sir."

"What information am I allowed to access without one?"

"Place of occupation is as much as I am allowed to offer, sir."

"That'll do. Now. If you don't mind, I need the contact information - job or otherwise - of Mr. Peter Silens."

"Please hold, sir."

He nodded, tapping his fingers against the bus seat as he stared straight ahead. Sean knew that he was committed, now. Whatever else he did, eventually, someone would make the connection between his phone and him asking about a Black Hat. Someone, somewhere down the line, would be joining up the dots, and they'd be figuring out just where this whole operation started. Hopefully, by that point, he would be close to untouchable, but he might not be. Not if he worked stupid, and not if he worked slow.

From here on out, it was a race. A race between him and the authority that ruled the world.

"We have a match, sir. You were asking about a Mr. Peter Silens?"

"That is correct."

"Mr. Silens works at the 51st national bank in downtown. You can find it at the intersection of 51st and International."

"Heh. Ironic."

"Sir?"

"Nothing. Thank you."

Click. He hung up, leaning his head back against the seat. As chance would have it, he was already on the right bus. He just had to wait to get there.

The End

Summary: Sean wakes up and has a little time with his brother, managing to find something good still buried inside of Paul. After that, it's time to get his contacts, but something interesting happens before he can collect them...

Tags: M/solo, worldbuilding, plotting, planning, chastity cage, butt plug, metal, horse, fox, series, seagull, crow, pain, mind control, dystopia,