[b][u][center]The Mind Control Conspiracy Chapter 17: Plans Within Plans Sponsored by Asbeoth By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Getting his shirt and shorts off were barely possible before his father had him pinned from behind. The older fox growled in his ear, gripping the base of Sean’s tail and pushing him against the wall. “If you were any less brilliant, I would have let the Black Hats take you already.” “And if you were any less of a stud, I’d have gotten someone better already,” he muttered under his breath. “What was that?” “I said, if you were any less of a stud, I would have gotten someone better.” “…I can’t decide whether I should be insulted or not.” Sean rolled his eyes, only to receive a slap across the ass. He hissed, clenching tight around the butt plug that was still lodged deep inside of him. “I will not have this sass, Sean. You will learn where you belong. If you could only be obedient as well as brilliant…” “That’s why you never had me programmed. If I obeyed you, I would have to obey the others, too.” “It might just be worth it…” “We both know it wouldn’t be.” His father growled again, and the tug on his tail turned that much more violent, almost wrenching it free before throwing him down the hall. Sean stumbled, almost falling head over heels before he caught his balance, and his father followed him, shoving him along. “Keep moving, you slut. My room.” Well, at least he knew where he was going. Sean shrugged, getting to his feet again and walking with the usual sway in his walk. He knew that his father was going to be staring, so, why not stand out a little bit? Letting his tail sway with his ass, he knew that it formed an eye-catching shape, one that drew the gaze down, and with that plug showing off just as much as it was, there was no way that his father would miss that mark of ownership. Then again, the cage he wore was still a big part of that. His cock was pinned up inside of it, locked in his sheath, the mesh of metal keeping it in there with the threat of pain. He shook his head as he walked along, eventually reaching the end of the hall and his father’s room. “On your knees.” Shrugging, Sean did as he was told, falling down to his knees and pressing his heels up against his ass. Pressing them in just the right place made the cheeks spread, showing off his plugged pucker just perfectly, or so he felt. He pressed down a little bit, forcing the plug half out before sucking it right back into his ass. “Do you like what you see?” “Hmmph. I’ve always liked what I saw. You developed more and more as you grew older, getting more and more…attractive.” “Sounding like a pedo there, Aston.” “You mean ‘master’.” “Master. I notice you didn’t contradict me.” “I was attracted to my son. Not to a young body.” “Heh.” He smiled slightly to himself, shaking his head. His father was ambitious, as well as intelligent, but the fact that the older fox had this many hidden hedonisms continued to surprise him. There were so many that he was sure that at least some of them should have come to light before now, but no. They were all surprises when they were revealed to him, from how long his father had wanted to fuck him to the watersports to the caging. He wondered how many more would come before he managed to put Aston where he belonged. “So…what are we doing tonight?” he asked, still on his knees as his father moved around behind him. “Are you fucking me again? Or just going to tell me where –” CRACK! Sean gasped as something hot and sharp cracked across his spine, lashing out just above his tail. He slumped forward in a desperate attempt to get away from it out of instinct, but no sooner had he tumbled forward than a second lash came down, this time across his shoulders, nearly hitting his neck. “Do. Not. Move.” His father’s command came with the hissing, rasping sound of leather rubbing on leather. The whip-like strike against his back – no, it was a whip, had to be a whip – still burned, and while he didn’t feel the tell-tale ache and burn of welts rising from beneath his fur, the fire from the hit was still there. [i]He’s gone completely crazy,[/i] Sean thought. [i]He’s completely lost his mind…[/i] And yet, the force of it, the sheer obsession of trying to break him, was that much hotter. [i]Fuck…[/i] His cock ached inside of the cage, needing a release that he hadn’t had in too long. Normally, he would have cum multiple times since he’d been caged, but his father’s efforts, combined with the lack of time to get partners for himself, meant that he’d had far less release than he normally would have. As it stood, he was huffing and puffing, his eyes closing tight as he felt the edge of the whip dragging up his spine, starting from the base of his tail all the way to the base of his neck. “If you aren’t going to learn where you belong with pleasure, then I will teach you with pain. I’ve already beaten you. Again, and again, and again. I took your brother. I took your freedom. When are you going to learn where you belong?” He could hear the anger, alright, but he could hear the need, too, the urgency that his father had to really control him. If there’d been a chance to control his mind, he knew that Aston would have already taken it, to force him down as some perfect slut as well as a perfect agent. His father wanted him more than almost anything else, and that kept him alive as much as any blackmail that he had. The whip rested against his neck for a moment, then was pulled away. Sean took a deep breath that he hadn’t realized that he was holding, suppressing the anger half of the angry-aroused mixture of emotions that he was feeling. He wanted to lash out, but that would serve nothing. So he – CRACK! The next one hit his ass, and he gasped, feeling it striking just under his tail, curling around the plug and wrapping around it after hitting his pucker straight on. “Ah…ah…” “You are brilliant, but you are still a pervert, Sean.” “Mmph…and you’re playing on tha-aaaaat!” He yelped as his father used the whip to pull the plug free, throwing it across the room and making it thump against one of the nearby walls. The younger fox huffed softly, feeling his hole stretched out from the sudden yank. He took it well, but still, it ached. His rim felt puffy and gaping after having it yanked out like that, and the sensation of dribbling stuff from his implant did not help his arousal. For that matter, his cock was throbbing all the harder, pushing up through the tube to rest against the edge of the metal mesh. He groaned under his breath, knowing that any further arousal was really going to hurt, but he didn’t think that he could hold back much more. Then, the whip returned, but this time, it was the blunt side, and it pressed right up against his stretched hole. “You’re a whore. And no matter how experienced you are, you know what you need.” “Mmmph…” “You need someone to put you in your place. Someone that will use you. Someone that will take that pompous, intellectual side of you and make you into the bitch-fox you are inside. And that person…is me!” His father was using the butt of the whip to thrust deep into him, and Sean gasped as he was suddenly filled again, thrown down to all fours as he curled his toes at the pressure on his hole, on his prostate… On his mind. Each thrust of the whip grip down his asshole reminded him of how good it felt to be fucked, how much more relaxing it was to be slammed down and just [i]used[/i] the way that he was. The sensation of that big blunt thing rubbing over his prostate was better than his fingers, by far, and far better than just jerking it the way that so many males did. He gasped for breath as he was held down, his father’s forearm against the back of his neck, his eyes wide at the rough treatment that he was getting. “You little…Hmmph. You’re not just gay, are you, boy? You are a [i]faggot.[/i] A dick-hound. A total whore.” Sean gritted his teeth, trying to hold back from gasping, but his father knew just the buttons to hit. Another push, another twist – “NNNGH!” “I thought you might be another one like Paul. Someone that could stand up for himself. But no. You succumbed to the weakness of the species that I mastered. You might have a cock, but you have no more control of yourself than a vixen in heat as soon as something gets inside of you, as soon as a real man shows you where you belong.” Despite knowing how wrong his father was, there was something horribly enticing about that statement, so…insultingly arousing. He shivered as he felt the leather-wrapped grip twisting in his asshole, grinding on his prostate, twisting his hole until it wrinkled in an entirely different way. His breath was forced out of him in harsh gasps, and his eyes rolled back in their sockets as he stared straight ahead. “You’re my agent for now, but when this is over, you’ll be nothing but my vixen. My whore. My toy.” Slowly, the grip pulled out, dragged free of him with a soft pop. His hole clenched hard, his pucker twitching like mad as his father shoved him down, face into the carpet. “You’ll suck cock, drink piss, do whatever I tell you to do. I’ll sit down with my feet on your face all day, until I get bored and decide to shove my cock down your throat, or stuff my fist up your ass. And you’ll love it, and beg for more.” “Nnngh…” “This is your fate, Sean. This is what you were always working towards. You are a slut, and when this is over, that’ll be all that you’ll ever be…and that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it? Someone to use you…to hold you…to [i]own[/i] you…” There was more truth to that than he wanted to admit. It was why he had been bored as a prostitute. Not because he didn’t like what the clients did to him, or because he wanted to do something better with his life, but because he was bored with such basic things as getting fucked up the ass. This…this was far harder, far more brutal…and far better. His cock oozed pre-cum through the metal mesh over the head, soaking down to the floor below. His tongue hung out of his mouth as he huffed and puffed, and he gasped for breath as he was finally let loose. Falling flat on his stomach, he groaned, trying to roll over, only for Aston to step on the back of his neck. “Where do you think you’re going?” The older fox ground his heel down, and Sean groaned, struggling to breathe. The whip slid along his back again, this time – WHAP! This time, the tip lifting and falling across his foot. He yelped loudly, curling his toes and trying to pull his legs up, but he was pinned. “A faggot like you isn’t even worth using properly. You earn punishment, you take it until you’ve earned enough for proper use. You understand that, hmm? You get that?” The whip danced, each strike landing with a searing heat across his toes, over his soles, each one punishing him to such an extent that he didn’t know if he’d be able to walk tomorrow. He wanted to scream… And he wanted more. He was falling, he realized, falling deeper and deeper into subby mode. The fox’s hips rose up as much as his father’s stance allowed, and he shivered as he felt his hole puckering, still, craving something inside, some pressure on his prostate that would make it easier for him to get off. Everything felt so sensitive, so needy, and it was hard… Oh, god, it was hard… WHAP! Another whip-crack, this time along his taint, just barely over his balls, and he gasped, arching his back. “And those will be removed, if you don’t behave,” Aston said, dragging the leather tip of the whip against his sack, trailing it along like a dangerous snake. “After all, a vixen doesn’t need that…so remember that, next time that you’re tempted to deviate from instructions.” “Yes, master.” “Good boy…” His father’s foot ground against the back of his neck again, then pulled back. He gasped for breath as the pressure on his neck finally eased up, and slowly rolled onto his side. His father kicked him over the rest of the way, leaving him flat on his back and looking up at the ceiling as he gasped. “Hmmph.” “What…What is it?” “I expected…something more.” “Heh…you call me…call me a faggot…say I’m nothing but a vixen…and you think I’m going to fight you?” “Hmmph. I expected that you might at least have some indignation towards the treatment.” [i]And that’s why you don’t understand me in the slightest, Aston…[/i] He might not buck the trends of a fox the way that Aston and Paul did. He wasn’t a muscular guy, he wasn’t a top, he wasn’t someone that was pushing ambitiously to the top over and over again no matter how many obstacles life set in his way. That wasn’t what he was about, and trying to be something that he wasn’t would only make his life that much harder. But when it came to holding himself together, to being himself, he was better off than either of them. Paul was under Aston’s control, and even if he wasn’t, he imagined that his older brother would have been whatever made it easiest to stay happy. If that meant being a jock, he’d do that. If it meant being a dealer, he’d have done that. It was all about what was easiest. And Aston? Heh, that man was so stubborn that he got enraged whenever the world decided to be something that he didn’t want it to be. He changed for the world, raging after its ‘denial’ of his dream. And Sean? Sean had his fun riding the whims of other people, but always with the knowledge that he was the one that started it, that he was the one that had brought it about. There was more fun to be had with someone of stronger will, like Aston or Richard, but when it came down to it, both of those were still his way of getting others to do what he wanted. He just had much different wants. As his father continued staring at him, trying to understand and obviously failing, Sean sat up and rubbed the back of his neck. “Getting a crick back there, now. Did you have to stomp on my neck?” “Just remember, Sean. You aren’t going to be able to just run around like this forever. If you want to avoid being a vixen –” “Yes, I know. You need me to obey.” “…” They were circling around now, and he realized that there was a pattern forming. His father had his wants, his desires, and he would vent them from time to time. That would mean that all the rage and frustration built up from his enforced patience towards fulfilling his desires got worked out on Sean’s body, and the older fox would be a bit less abrasive for a while. They’d work on a few different jobs, that frustration would build up again because Sean wasn’t doing things the way that he’d been told to do, and then… Well, they’d be right back here, eventually. And that cycle was going to get shorter and shorter. Sean knew enough about other people, about psychology, to be fairly certain about that. One of these sessions could easily turn deadly if he pushed it the wrong way, or if it was sparked at the wrong time. He was walking the razor’s edge. “What’s next?” he asked. “…” “Come on. You want to get this done. You want to take over the city. You want to be the mayor and make sure that you can run things the way you want. What’s next?” “…I still hate the fact that you figured it out.” “Well, you should have made it a little less obvious. What’s next?” “We are…close to taking down the mayor, since you’re so clear on the plan.” Aston shook his head. “With a pair of Black Hats under my control, I can make sure that the investigation goes where I want it to, and any involvement that we had is kept covered up.” [i]And that makes it all the better that those two rabbits are completely under my control, then,[/i] he thought. [i]If he wanted to pin this on me, he’s not going to have it that easy.[/i] Sean nodded, listening as his father laid out parts of the plan bit by bit. They were going to have an anonymous call come in from the records room at city hall about something that was off, not quite lining up with the official accounts. He was supposed to take care of that, and then serve as back-up when Aston arrived with the other members of the mayor’s staff. The paperwork that Sean had hidden in the records would then be brought to light, the Black Hats that were assigned to the job would show up, and that would be that. “I’ll assume the job of mayor afterwards, on a temporary basis, and then we can work on making it permanent.” “That’d require some reworking of the city constitution.” “That won’t be difficult.” “How powerful are those higher than you?” Sean asked. “…I think that’s more than you need to know.” “I think it’s exactly how much I need to know; if they’re strong enough, that might be a problem. What if they figure out what I’m doing, or sense that there’s someone on the edge of the system pulling manipulations that they don’t approve of? I could get us both in trouble.” “Not if you do things the way that I say.” “If I had done things the way that you say, then I’d be in Black Hat custody already, and you’d be facing some serious problems of your own,” Sean pointed out. “Now, why don’t you tell me what I need to work around?” Once more, Aston didn’t look best pleased, but that was fine with the fox. He wasn’t here to make his father happy at this point. He was here to make sure that the plan was done properly, and if that meant that he had to make the older fox a little angry to get it to happen, then that was what he’d do. After all, if Aston failed, then he would be in for punishment, too. His father sat on the bed, shaking his head a few times, as Sean slowly rotated on the floor. They kept eye contact for a while, but eventually, his father finally sighed. “There are…individuals…that have the capability of tracking the use of the AEA, yes,” the older fox admitted. “However, they are trying to track everything from all over the world, so there are times when they are less focused, or are diverted through a sheer abundance of mental traffic and data in the air. I’ve tried to time our operations for that, but…you’ve decided to ignore that. “So far, we’ve been lucky. However, if you decide to keep doing that, we soon might not be.” “I don’t suppose you can tell me what or who the individuals are?” “If you think that you can seduce them –” “Hardly. I just thought that it might be good to learn about them.” “That would be a first for you.” “You seriously don’t know me, master. Is that all you can tell me?” “All that I can tell you without drawing their attention.” “…One last question, then.” “Yes?” “Is the head of the Black Hats one of these individuals?” Aston’s lifted eyebrow was all the answer that he needed. There was someone in the Black Hats, at least, that could track that sort of work, and that meant that it was probably the guy at the top of the heap. Otherwise, they would be fine with letting it just go as it was. Grunting to himself, the fox pulled himself to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck, still. He nodded towards the hallway. “Well, Paul is probably going to be home before long. I think I should clean up before he sees me like this.” “Why does that matter? Either one of us can make him forget.” “Yes, but I don’t want to have to.” “Fine. You may shower.” His father waved him off, dismissively as ever, and Sean did as he was told. A small part of him wanted to stay behind, to see if he could tempt his father to fuck him with his cock rather than with the whip, but that was a small part indeed, considering the arguments between them. And he did need the shower. Badly. He walked down the hall and into the bathroom, and as he started turning the knob for the hot water, he heard the sound of Paul’s car coming up the driveway. He was right; the older fox had just got home. [i]He’s probably going to get read the riot act for being out this late,[/i] he thought, testing the water before sliding into the shower. [i]Aston never did like partying that much…[/i] Sighing, he dragged his hands through his fur, getting down to the roots and pulling at the sweaty fur down there. The bits of oil started to rise up through to the surface, and he let the hot water carry it away. It felt good to be clean again, particularly with the stinging that was still gracing his butt and his feet. [i]That was something new…[/i] He curled his toes, remembering how it had felt when the whip had come down on them, how it had felt along his back and then down on his taint. Damn, right on his taint. He still winced at the thought of that, and just how sensitive he still felt from the thwack down there. At the same time, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like if a whip like that was in the hands of someone that was a little less psycho. It was rough and painful, but then again, that was what he liked. As he washed the sweat off his back, he sat down on the edge of the shower to start washing the dust off his feet. He tilted his sole towards the stream, scrubbing along his foot, getting rid of all the built-up street dust, trash, and worse off of his sole. It was satisfying to see the brown gunk heading down the drain, and oddly fun to think about how much dirtier he was going to look tomorrow when he started the whole thing up again. [i]I’m a dirty whore, at heart,[/i] he thought, smiling to himself. [i]A whore with fairly godly powers, these days, but still a whore.[/i] That said, it was hard to keep hold of that when the world kept changing around him. He knew that there were plenty of things that needed doing, plenty of people that needed to be taken care of, and plenty of plans that needed to be kept straight as he and Aston changed the world, but at the same time… Well, he wanted to keep his life the same as it had been, save for keeping Paul as part of it and Aston out of it. The problem was, there was no way to accomplish those two changes without changing a whole hell of a lot more in the process. [i]I have the power to make the change, and life’s making me use it if I want to get what I want.[/i] That was the part that annoyed him. He just wanted his brother to love him, and his father to get the hell out of his life. If he could have changed that and nothing else, he honestly would have been tempted to give up the glasses… Or was he just fooling himself? [i]Heh, probably just fooling myself.[/i] There was something intoxicating about the power of the glasses and the contacts, much as he wanted to say that there wasn’t, sometimes. It was hard to imagine going back to being powerless, to using just his body and his mind to entice people into his bed. The way that things had become so much easier, to be able to just look at someone and have them become the client that he wanted, was going to be hard to leave behind, if he even could. The AEA was just that useful. He shook his head, looking down at his caged cock. It throbbed slightly, but not nearly as powerfully as it used to. It wanted to come out, wanted to come free, but it no longer needed it to the same extent that it had when his father had him pinned down. [i]I imagine if it had been Paul, I’d still be dripping.[/i] Just the thought of his brother was enough to make his tail raise, his balls churn, his hole clench. He hadn’t put the plug back in, he realized, and that meant that it was probably going to be waiting for him in his room when he was done showering. His father wasn’t going to let him forget his ‘training.’ At the same time, he refused to let that take away the good feelings that thinking about Paul gave him. He still remembered the hungry need that Paul had for him, how his brother had been eager to seduce him from one plan or another just so that they could spend another night fucking away their worries. He remembered being underfoot, having those musky soles in his face, or getting pinned on his back with his own feet getting licked to the humping tune of his brother’s thrusts. He remembered how it felt to get dominated by Paul, and he remembered how much better it was. Leaning against the shower wall, he was tempted to reach around and start fingering his ass, but he remembered what Torold had told him. The contacts were not that waterproof. If he stayed here, the steam would start affecting them, and he might short out his best weapon. He needed to be careful. Reluctantly, he reached back to the water knobs, turning them until there was nothing spraying. He shook his head as he got out of the shower, dried himself off, and then did his best to ignore the mesh that was restraining his cock again. [i]Fuck…fuck…fuck…[/i] It was one thing to think of his father, another thing to think of Richard. He knew that rabbit would push him to his limits again, drive him up the wall, but Paul… He looked out the bathroom door. There was nobody in the connecting hallway, so he just walked from there to his bedroom. The cool night air on his ass was a nice feeling, anyway, and he liked being naked more than he liked being dressed. As he expected, the plug was waiting for him on the bed. He shook his head, grabbing the metal base and rubbing the tip against his hole. All it took was a little stimulation and his pucker started to loosen up, wetting itself slightly for the fake cock. He pushed it in, settled it against his prostate, and he groaned as he flopped down on the bed. The sheets embraced him, and he rolled over until he was comfortable. [i]I’m going to make this better, Paul. And I’m going to make sure that Aston can never come after us again.[/i] The changes that he’d have to make to ensure that happened were enormous. He’d have to make sure that the Black Hats, at least all the ones in the city, were his. He’d have to ensure that all the connections between the city and the rest of the Federation were entirely under his control. He might have to reach out and spread his control, silently and invisibly, to everyone else that looked in on, traded with, or did any sort of business with this city. And that meant that he’d have to push himself. Push himself harder than he had ever done before. He’d be busy for years, if not decades getting it all done. The only consolation was the fact that he’d have his brother at his side through most of it… Well, soon enough, he would. [i]First, though, I need to decide what to do with all the pieces.[/i] His father was going to move into mayor-hood tomorrow. Or at least, the equivalent of a placeholder for the mayor. That meant that once that was done, Sean needed to move quickly to set up his pieces for the coup. His father wanted him, needed him, but that insanity was going to run its course sooner or later, and he knew that there was nothing better than brain-death waiting for him. Real death, if he was lucky. If he didn’t get his scheme set up first, then he was doomed, and his father would win. [i]You have Richard, and much as father thinks he has the other Black Hats, they’re on your payroll, now. You have favors from the resistance to cash in. You have more stuff that you can set up with the city council…[/i] Yes, the city council. That was probably a good idea. Hell, considering who some of them were, he could imagine that it’d be fun to make a mini-harem out of them. Just something to keep him satisfied until he could get Paul back in his bed. Just a small thing. Just a little bit of fun. Not to mention that he had to take in Richard’s partner, as well. If he didn’t get that done, if he left the rabbit’s partner free, then the conquest that he had already done might get noticed. [i]Okay, Black Hat first, then the city council.[/i] And somewhere in the middle of that, zonking out Jack so that he had someone properly entranced inside of the resistance. That would keep him informed of everything that was going on, and better still, would allow him to take them in when the time came. They were still a resistance, and even if they were willing to talk with him now, he had no doubt that they would turn against him as soon as he was in charge. [i]Sorry, Jack, but there’s only so much that I want to change…[/i] But maybe he could turn the stallion into a decent top. He could use someone with a dick that fat when his other dalliances were busy. The planning was slowly draining him of energy, and he sighed. It was time for him to sleep. Taking out the contacts and putting them back in their case, he hid them in his pillowcase, and then rolled onto his side. Time to get some shut-eye… [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Sean endures more of his father’s psychopathy and abuse, enjoying it more than his father understands. With that done, the plan for the next day is laid, and he prepares for it. 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