[b][u][center]The Mind Control Conspiracy
Chapter 16: Party Time
For Asbeoth
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








Sean eventually sent Peter and Gerold off to whatever awaited them at his father’s specified location. Whether they were going to live or die, he didn’t know, but he doubted that they’d be coming out of this unchanged. They were already eager to serve him, and they’d retain that sort of attitude for the rest of their lives, unless someone took the time to deprogram them. If his father tried, then Aston was going to find out that the programming went deeper than he was used to. 

That was fine with him. His father could use a few surprises. 

As the rabbits left, black and white, ebony and ivory, he leaned against the bus stop outside of the bank. His feet were still damp with their spit, and they were starting to pick up some of the dust on the ground as he shifted from foot to foot. It made him feel dirty, but in a good way. 

[i]I wonder how much the party-goers are going to like a dirty slut in their midst…[/i]

He smiled. He had been looking forward to this party with Paul and his friends all day long, and more than that, he was looking forward to using the contacts to really put some of those people in their place. Paul was still somewhat out of his reach, impossible to save just yet, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t take away his brother’s options. Sooner or later, Paul would come back to him. 

Sooner or later.

Shifting his position enough to grind his butt against the glass behind him, he knocked the butt plug back into place under his tail. His tight clothes were as provocative as ever, and he felt the stares from the other people on the street as they walked behind him. They glared, some of them, and the disapproval was just as sexy as the desire that some of the other pedestrians hit him with. 

[i]I’m always going to have business in this city…[/i]

The bus pulled up with a squeak and a hiss. Several people got off, and then he stepped forward. The bus driver, a seagull, looked him over with an annoyed glare. 

“You got sandals, or something?” he asked.

“Why?”

“You’re filthy. You’re going to make my bus dirty.”

“I’m still a paying customer.”

“No shoes, no –”

Sean lifted his eyes slightly. He had been deliberately staring at the seagull’s collar rather than his eyes, and as soon as they made eye contact, the driver stopped talking. A mere thought was enough to shift the way that the bird was thinking, pushing his priorities around to be something a little more fitting for him. 

He still paid his fare, however. That was only right. 

Walking by the driver’s cube, he took in the glances and glares and stares of the other men and women on the bus. Most of them were scarcely more than a second or two of being observed, slightly disapproved of, and then looking away, but here and there, he saw more. An older woman that looked at him with all the disapproval usually reserved for a gay person in church. A younger guy, high school age, that looked at his ass with a boner rising in his pants. A man in a suit that was likely heading home from the office, getting a slower-rising bulge that nevertheless looked like it would be a good mouthful. 

Sean knew that he could own this bus, own everyone in it and make them do what he wanted if he ever decided to go that route. He could be a god, controlling people and making them do whatever he wanted. They would decide that it was what they wanted, too, no matter how much it conflicted with their previous reality. 

The urge to do that, to take some of his frustrations out on the people around him, was almost overwhelming. He could do it. All he had to do was look them in the eye, and make a wish. The contact lenses would do the rest. 

Yet, he resisted. This time, he resisted as he took a seat at the back of the bus. There were still too many risks to moving that openly, and his father could only cover for so many. Would only be willing to cover for so many, more accurately. 

[i]And even though Richard is willing to do a few things…[/i]

He didn’t want to lean on a Black Hat as a resource. Not until he had Richard’s partner under his thumb, as well. Then, maybe. Maybe he’d start taking things down from inside, moving through that agency to turn it from a threat to an asset. If he could do that, then he could definitely start being a little less subtle. 

But until then, subtlety was the name of the game. 

He rode the bus down to the downtown area, getting off about a block away from [i]Jared’s.[/i] The bar was a good meeting place, he supposed, even though it was a bit on the down-market side. 

He walked up to the door, feeling some of the dust on his feet getting a bit muddy from sweat, and stepped inside. The fox smeared his soles on the welcome mat, the smell of smoke, bear, and greasy food filling the air. The clatter of pool tables didn’t make it easier to pick out the details, nor did the clouds of old smoke and new that drifted on wavy lines. 

However, it was impossible to miss Paul at the far end of the room. His big brother was around some of the other jocks and gym bunnies that he’d associated with in high school, probably reliving the glory days since none of them had gotten into college for any real length of time. Sean glanced between them, taking in the files that the contact lenses gave him, but none of them were people that he had associated with for more than a day, at most, during his time in high school. 

In the time that it took to assess the situation, Paul and the jocks finally noticed him. The older fox grinned, waving his hand over his head, and Sean smirked as he walked through the room. 

“About time you got here; I thought you were going to be late,” Paul said as he approached. 

“One in my profession is never late; we merely build anticipation.”

“Profession?” a muscular lion asked, chuckling. “What the hell do you do for work?”

“Heh, Paul didn’t tell you?” 

He glanced at his older brother, arching an eyebrow. Paul rubbed the back of his neck, blushing slightly. Probably hadn’t had any good idea of how to introduce his brother, the whore, to the rest of the – likely – straight guys. Still smirking, the smaller fox turned back to the lion. 

“Frankly, I’m a whore.”

The number of spit-takes would have mussed up his fur if he hadn’t been ready to take a step back, which he did. Instead, the crossfire left the jocks gasping and puffing beer all over each other. He avoided the puddles of it on the floor as he shook his head. 

“Obviously, he didn’t tell you. But don’t worry. I’m not here to turn you gay, though if you want to learn how to be bi, I’m happy to be a teacher.”

“Okay, Sean, lay off a bit,” Paul said, shaking his head, though Sean could just make out a small grin on his brother’s face. “Just because I go around hiring bitches all the time doesn’t mean that they do.”

“What, you fucked your brother?” the lion asked. 

“Oh, fuck no. He’s not even my type.”

Sting. That barb and reminder of Aston’s interference was just enough to make him stiffen slightly, but he masked it…fairly well. He hoped. 

“But you know how it is. You got the deputy mayor as a dad, you have the funds to get the perfect lay every night, so why bother dating?”

“Heh, guess you got a point.”

[i]Well, at least they were only surprised about the whore part, rather than the gay part,[/i] Sean thought. [i]Maybe they’ll be ready for some fun without the lenses, after all…[/i]

“So, is this all of us?” the lion asked, and Sean took a look around the group for the first time. 

There was Paul, of course, and there was the lion. There was a fairly trim rat, as well, with a pair of raccoons – brothers, from the look of it, maybe twins – and a badger that he remembered from the weight room back in high school. Not that big a crowd, when you got right down to it, but enough for a small party. 

But if they were just meeting here, then the party itself was probably much bigger. That was confirmed as Paul got to his feet, stretching his arms over his head and showing off the bulk in them, how his t-shirt clung to his chest from all the muscles under it. 

“Yeah, that’s everyone that’s meeting here. Let’s get to the real party, huh?”

“And where’s that?” Sean asked, falling in line with everyone else as they went for the door. 

“Don’t worry about it. You’re riding with me, and I know the way.”

He rather wished that he could give his brother road head on the way, but he knew better. The lenses might be good enough to cancel his father’s power, but he needed to wait just a bit longer. Just a little longer, to set the trap and make sure that Aston couldn’t turn it around on him again. 

[i]Patience…patience…[/i]

#

Sean stepped out of Paul’s car outside an abandoned warehouse. Or, semi-abandoned. There were a couple of thugs in leather jackets that stood at the gates of the chain-link fence that surrounded it, and he could hear the pulsing, thudding beat of the dance music playing all the way across the grounds. The slender fox arched an eyebrow as he turned to his brother. 

“Is this a rave, or just a makeshift club?”

“Mostly club, but there’s enough drugs around to make a rave jealous,” Paul said, shrugging. “Pretty sure that you’re going to find all kinds of business around here.”

“You know, you could have said that it was something like this; I would have dressed for it.”

“Heh, in what? Fishnet tights and top?”

“I was thinking more a g-string and go-go boots.”

“HA!”

[i]Oh, if he only knew how serious I was about that…[/i]

The dance scene was a good bit different from just picking guys up in the hallways or on the street corner. Being a whore meant that you had to dress for your audience, and while tight shorts and a bit of a crop top wasn’t bad for the dance floor, this was something different again. Potential customers were more than likely to be drugged, and the more skin he showed, the more that they would have to enjoy. 

A pity, but he supposed that it would work out alright. If there was any dearth of interest, he could always use the contacts. 

“So, what are you going to do?” he asked. 

“Me? I’m gonna find some bitches.”

“You got anyone in mind?”

“Maybe an orca, or some muscle stud.”

“Heh. Gonna show them that foxes can be tops?”

“You know it. Someone’s gotta make up for the stereotype that you’re putting out.”

“Hey, that stereotype makes me money.”

“Heh, then go shake that moneymaker, bro.”

Smack. The sudden spank was more than he expected, and everything that he wanted. Sean blushed ever so slightly, the first time that he had done that out of affection rather than submission in a long time. 

But before he could say anything, Paul was gone, walking up to the guards and then stepping through. After paying a cover charge, of course. Sean sighed, rubbing his forehead. 

[i]Well, that was quick…guess I shouldn’t expect much more than that.[/i]

Still, it was at least something. It wasn’t just hypnosis that had pulled them back together, though it had been the primary force. He could still have his brother, to some extent. Aston hadn’t stopped that, yet. 

He put that out of his head. He had a reason to be here, and he needed to get inside. Swaying slightly more than usual, he walked up to the gate. The big Dobermans looked down at him, pushing together so that they were shoulder to shoulder, standing between him and the warehouse. Sean smiled. 

“I’m assuming you need ID?”

“And $50,” the Doberman said. 

$50? For a cover charge? That was pretty crazy, though he imagined that this was a bit of a con in and of itself. He wouldn’t be surprised if there was someone working with the DJ to get everyone drawn in, and then, at some signal, they’d start packing it up and running while one of the guards called the cops. It would keep the noise down, the organizers looked responsible, and they didn’t have to hire security. Win-win all around for them. 

But if that was the case…

He flicked his eyes to one guard, then the other. They both tensed up as the information downloaded from their minds to his. 

No con in their minds, but there was a bit of a shifty organizer involved. A mouse by the name of Frank. He was passing out the drugs, alright, but not only didn’t he partake of his own substance, but he seemed to be taking down names of everyone that took a sample. 

[i]Either a businessman looking for clients, or the drugs aren’t just there to get people high…I should find him.[/i]

He walked straight ahead while the Dobermans were out of it, leaving a few programs behind in their minds. Nothing dangerous, just enough to make sure that he wasn’t going to have any trouble from them. The last thing that he needed was to be interrupted while he was conducting…business.

As the thudding beats from the warehouse echoed over the enclosed grounds, Sean made his way through the crowd that was slowly starting to move to the beat. They were mostly bigger guys, and it was starting to feel as if the advertising for this party had mostly gone through the gyms and fitness clubs in the city. There were very few slender people, and very few smaller or unfit people. He was starting to feel like the only one that wasn’t built like a mountain. 

In a way, that was a good thing. It meant that he’d stand out all the more as a result. Then again, that was also a bit of a bad thing. People would remember him, and that wasn’t always good. 

Paul had already disappeared into the crowd, a crowd that was seething and bouncing and jumping outside the warehouse. Some of it spilled out the front and back doors of the big metal building, too, and he wondered just how many had been jammed inside. Enough to create a fire hazard, he shouldn’t wonder. 

With strategic mental zaps to those around him, he cleared a pathway forward. A tranced person was easy enough to shove out of the way, and those that were particularly easily tranced were all the easier to move. He ducked and bobbed and weaved through the crowd, gradually moving closer and closer to the building proper. 

[i]If this Frank is dealing, he’s going to be handing it out near the building. Going through the crowd is too big a risk for finding pickpockets.[/i]

After nearly a minute of pushing his way forward, he was at the edge of the crowd just outside the building. It was packed so tightly that there was no way to avoid grinding up on the person in front of him and behind him, and while he appreciated the ass against his chastity cage and the cock against his own rump, he didn’t want to be stuck there all night. Sean stood on his tiptoes, looking over the crowd to see what was going on.

There was a band in the middle of the warehouse, one that was pulling on strings and playing a guitar and drumset decently enough. The singer was nothing special – he couldn’t hear the guy, so he put him out of his mind – but the fact that the band was…

Well, they were naked, and he supposed bouncing bits between one’s legs were definitely enough to get the attention of some of the guys out there. And the naked girl in the back was probably drawing the attention of all the straight ones. 

Shaking his head, he slid sideways, feeling the fat dick that was digging into his ass cheeks sliding off his hip and into the guy in front of him. He probably started a fight with that, but he wasn’t about to stay and take the blame. 

Wiggling sideways was easier, even though it meant that he was getting all kinds of compressed. The smell of sweat and hot bodies was usually a pleasant one, but out here, with this many people, all pushed into such a tight space? It was becoming a sour experience that he could not get away from quickly enough. 

Finally, he managed to wiggle over to the side of the building. There were rips and tears along his shorts, unsurprisingly. Claws had tried to keep him in place more than once, and his shirt showed signs of wear and tear, as well. He’d need some fresh clothes when he finally got home. 

But at the side of the warehouse, he had a chance to get some rest. The fox leaned against the sheet metal wall behind him, letting his head fall back so that he could catch his breath. 

“Completely nuts…all of them.”

“You got that right.”

Someone new. He slowly rolled his head to the right and found himself looking down at a mouse. He kept his eyes up just enough to avoid eye-contact, making sure that he didn’t start a trance by mistake. 

The way that the mouse looked at him was familiar, too. Not the way that a client looked at a whore, but rather the eye of a dealer looking for a customer. He could see the way that the mouse’s eyes started keen, seeing the way that he was looking a bit out of it already, but then the slight eye-smile started to fall. 

“Fuck, you’re just another dirty bum, aren’t you?” the mouse grunted. 

“Hardly.”

“Look at you. You didn’t even come here with shoes.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“You’re either homeless, a talentless whore, or a freak,” the rodent said, shaking his head. “Either way, you can’t afford what I’m offering.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that.”

“Fuck off. You can’t even afford decent clothes.”

“Yeah? I can afford this.”

Sean dropped his eyes, and the mouse went still. He kept the trance from going quite so strong, just enough to keep the rodent aware, enough to keep him from looking away or causing a scene. Enough to keep him completely frozen in place, unable to move. The mouse’s eyes widened. 

“I think you get my point.”

“You…you’re one of ‘em? I’m sorry, boss, I didn’t know they was sending someone.”

“Indeed. They wanted to check on your operation.”

Lovely. Another bit of improvisation. Not something that he had planned for, but what the hell? He might as well jump into it while he could. The files were coming, too, and that’d tell him something. 

This was Frank, alright, and frankly, Frank was foul. The information popped into the fox’s head, giving him a picture of a man that had been offered the chance to avoid prison by shifting his product. He wasn’t just passing out stuff to get people high, here. He was offering stuff that dulled the mind, and – 

And made the music slide deeper into the brain. 

[i]Hmm…another way that they keep control…[/i]

He supposed he shouldn’t have been surprised. The whole system was organized on the idea that the populace needed to be controlled by a few select individuals, people at the top of the ladder that could call the shots and make sure that society ran the way that they wanted. In order to do that, most people were indoctrinated at birth into being good little lab rats, good little subjects that would follow any order that was programmed into their heads. 

But even that had to fade, he supposed. There had to be ways of keeping that initial programming strong, and why not make it part of these ‘rule-breaking’ parties? Have people like Frank there, do something to make the music something that people would come to listen to, and then just…shift the track after putting people in the right frame of mind. 

Just one more means of control. 

He shook his head, and Frank gasped as he was given control of his body back. 

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult ya, sir. You want the take so far?”

“Yes. Hand it over.”

The mouse did as he was told, rustling around in his grubby little pockets for all the money he had. It wasn’t too surprising to find out that it was in fifties and hundreds. People coming here would be willing to break the rules, and they would be more than willing to pay extra for the chance to break more of the rules. If only they knew that they were paying to put themselves more firmly in line with the rest of the mind-controlled society around them. 

He tucked the money into his waistband, and then fixed Frank with another stare. This time, he put the mouse deeper into trance, forcing him into a more unaware mental state. When he saw the other man start to drool, he poked his forehead. 

“This is what you’re going to do. When you wake up, you’re going to flush all those drugs down the toilet. You’re going to take off all of your clothes, except your underwear, and then you’re going to run around and make a pest of yourself. You are going to shake your ass at all the big guys, you are going to flash your cock at all the little ones, and then you’re going to keep being an ass until you are kicked out. You will not remember me. You will not remember that you gave me money.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes…I…Understand…”

“Good. Now. Strip.”

The mouse did as he was told, getting out of his clothes in fairly quick time. He was soon down to nothing but his briefs, and he had a decent enough bulge down there. Not enough to entice the size queen of a fox, but enough to be seen. 

“Now, get.”

He slapped the mouse on the ass, sending the white-furred rodent into the crowd. Shaking his head, he sighed, leaning back against the warehouse wall. If he was lucky, then Paul hadn’t already gotten a dose of the drug, and he’d leave this party with nothing more than the conditioning that he already had. If he was unlucky…well, it’d be another wrinkle to get out of his brother’s head. 

With the music thudding boringly behind him, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Ring ring, ring ring. 

Click. 

“[i]You’re starting to make this a habit, my predatory slut.[/i]”

“Just curious. Are you guys running a mouse named Frank?”

“[i]One of the Control Maintenance operations, I believe?[/i]”

“That’s right.”

“[i]He was one of ours, but we let him go recently. He was getting a little too unreliable, and his mind was getting spotty.[/i]”

“That explains that, then…”

“[i]Is there information that you need to share with me, hmmm?[/i]”

“Heh, perhaps later. Thanks.”

“[i]We will need to meet soon, slut. You’re accruing quite the debt.[/i]”

“I know. Soon.”

Click. He looked at his phone for a moment, tapping his chin. If Frank had been run by the Black Hats for a time, but then dropped, that meant that someone else was starting to take that operation up again. It might be someone else in the hierarchy that he didn’t know about yet, or…

Well, the obvious person would be Aston. His father’s ambitions meant that he wanted control, that he needed it, and if that meant trying to horn in on someone else’s operations, there was no doubt in his mind that his father would do something like that. The deputy mayor was not shy about forcing someone down the road that he thought was best. 

[i]And he would know about how this works. If he knew how to keep me from being programmed at birth, he’d know about the other methods to keep that control intact, and how to keep me away from it…[/i]

The more he thought about it, the more possible it seemed. He didn’t want to just leap on the theory and say that it was completely true, no doubt about it, but…

[i]Ugh…[/i]

He bumped the back of his head against the warehouse. The more that he discovered about the system, the more that he saw what was wrong with it. There were so many holes, so many different ways that it fucked with people, so many ways that it was just leaving itself open to abuse from the outside and the inside. Someone needed to tear it down and start over again, and soon. 

The resistance had no idea of how they could do that, he knew. They were more inclined to just rip it down and try and turn back the clock. That wouldn’t work. Nobody was willing to really take a stand for themselves anymore. Everyone had been conditioned to obey orders. There was no easy way to shift it…and to be completely honest, Sean was damn sure that they’d just fuck it up again. It would just be a cult instead of a programmed society. 

[i]Someone better needs to be at the top.[/i]

Shaking his head, he pushed himself away from the wall. He had the money that he would have gotten from prostitution tonight already, and that meant that it was probably best to get home. Paul had ditched him almost instantly, and that meant that any point to staying here was probably useless. He needed to find something better to do with his time, and as much as he hated to admit it, that meant dealing with Aston. His father was already pissed with him, so it would probably be a good idea to get home and bribe him with some attention for a while. If only so he could keep the other Black Hats off his ass for a bit longer. 

[i]Would have been nice, Paul, but…well, someone’s gotta look out for us.[/i]

He sighed, walking through the crowd towards the fence. It was easier to get out than to get in; the crowd thinned the further he walked outwards rather than getting thicker. There weren’t as many people trying to grab him, either. 

Soon, he was back between the Dobermans again, and they gave him a blank look as he walked from them to the road. Hailing a passing taxi, he tossed a couple twenties to the driver as he hopped into the back. He muttered his address, and off they went. 

#

As soon as he was dropped off, he saw the silhouette of his father moving through the house. Sighing under his breath, Sean passed another couple of bills to the taxi driver, and wished him a good night. The horse looked him up and down, almost looking like he wanted to make an offer, but then shrugged and left. 

[i]Well, let’s face the music…[/i]

He walked up to the front door, barefoot and sweaty. Before he could turn the doorknob, the door was yanked open, and his father loomed over him. 

“Where…have…you…been?”

“Looking after Paul.”

“I told you before. He’s not your concern.”

“Is he not? Our whole deal hinged on keeping him safe, and you –”

“Shut up!”

And then, right in public, his father grabbed him by the throat. Sean’s eyes went wide as the older fox started choking him, squeezing his neck tightly. 

“I don’t know what the hell is going through your head. I don’t know how the hell you’re doing so well…but don’t you dare think that you’re fucking indispensable.”

“Nnngh…ah…you…you think…I don’t take…precautions?”

“Hmmph. You might think you’re brilliant, Sean…and you are…but you aren’t better at this game than me. [i]I[/i] set this up. You’d be nothing without me.”

Sean grimaced as his throat closed up, his father’s fingers digging in further and further. This was different to the usual rage; this was something much, much more intense, something that might not be controllable this time. 

Just when Sean was sure that he was going to be choked into unconsciousness, his father finally pulled his hand back. The fox slumped forward, leaning on the doorframe, panting for breath. 

“I told you before…I’m not sure whether to kiss you…or kill you. And I told you that you want to swing that needle back to the former. Remember?”

“Yeah…I remember…”

“You better be ready to work tonight. If I’m going to trust you to carry out my plans, I need to know that you won’t interfere.”

“Mmmph…I’ve made your plans…better.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

Sean panted softly, slowly lifting his head to look his father in the eye. He kept his teeth gritted, forcing himself to speak slowly, quietly. If anyone overheard, if anyone paid too much attention to this…

“You thought I was going to get caught…when you sent me after the Black Hats. You were prepared to lose me, so when I won…you didn’t have a plan. There was no address, no number.”

“…”

“You were willing to throw me away…because you’re afraid…”

“…You aren’t wrong.”

“Then, perhaps…You should think twice…” Sean panted, rubbing his throat. “You probably have things in place to deal with me, if I tried to get rid of you. What makes you think I didn’t take the same precautions?”

“Because I would have found them.”

“You say that, but we both know you’re scared you wouldn’t. That’s why you wanted the Black Hats to do it, instead of you. No trance, no trail. Nothing.” He shook his head, taking a deep breath. “But I’m better than that…and the best chance that you have…to get what you want.”

“…Get inside.”

Sean nodded. Even though he’d avoided getting choked out for now, he knew better than to think that he’d won. His father was looking for a reason to get rid of him, just like he was looking for a method to deal with his father. For the moment, he thought that he was the one further ahead, but one could never be too sure. 

“And take off your clothes.”










[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Sean goes with Paul to a party, only to find out that it’s more of a method for controlling others than anything else. Realizing that he’s missed his chance to actually have fun, he heads home, and finds more anger than he expected. 

Tags: M/solo, grinding, fox, mouse, various species, mind control, series, dystopia, incest, plug, butt plug, barefoot, love,