[b][u][center]The Mind Control Conspiracy
Chapter 18: The Great Revelation
For Asbeoth
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








Pop. 

Sean groaned as he opened his eyes, feeling the sudden lack of pressure on his prostate and the rather open feeling of his hole. Not to mention the warm metal gradually working its way down his legs now that it was no longer being gripped by his pucker. The fox rolled his head to the side against the pillow, looking sideways at the clock. 

One minute before the alarm was due to go off. Figured. 

He flicked his tail in annoyance, slowly rolling over the rest of the way, sitting up and using his tail to brush the half-damp steel back into his hand. His cock throbbed lightly against the cage, but he could tell that any wet dreams for the night hadn’t done a damn thing for him. The cage was gradually training his dick to stay down. 

[i]Ugh…I hate –[/i]

Beep, beep, beep went the alarm clock, and he punched the button to turn it off. Might have busted the clock, too. 

[i]I hate mornings.[/i]

He wrung out his hand after the stinging from the impact started spreading up his fingers, slowly getting to his feet and making his way across his room. He had slept naked, which meant that he needed clothes. His father was going to be moving soon, and didn’t have time for a shower before they were going to start working on getting him into the mayor’s seat. 

Shaking his head, he pulled on a pair of tight black trousers. He’d used them once, perhaps, once when he was doing his interview to get into college, and he swore his ass was bigger now than it had been back then. That, and the fact that he had that implant in him that made him a bit wet from pressure and stimulation, meant that he was already forming a bit of a wet ring against his underwear. 

[i]Well, could be worse,[/i] he thought, pulling on a button-up shirt. The white shirt was just formal enough to make him look official, and when he found the one jacket that he had in his closet, that completed the look. He debated getting a tie, but that was more than he wanted to do. It would just get uncomfortable, anyway. 

And the lenses would do enough to keep him from being noticed as being out of place, anyway. 

Sean rolled his head one way, then the other, cracking his neck a few times to make everything more comfortable before heading to the door. The lack of weight in his ass was a surprising distraction after having that plug in for days, but he was happy enough to leave it out for now. The fact that his father had turned into a complete psychopath was not attractive in the slightest, and he was ready to move on from the old man. 

Even if he was a hot dom sometimes. 

[i]And when I get Sean back…and can play with Richard a bit, too…[/i]

He had two good doms, one that he felt a great deal more towards, and one that was going to be playing a cat and mouse game with him if he got half a chance. The rabbit had some skill as a dom, for sure, and he was one of those that would make him work to keep in control. The fact that they had already gotten some play in, and that Sean had needed to cheat to make sure that he stayed in control, was good enough for him. 

[i]Okay…stop thinking about that before you start getting a boner. For now, downtown. Record hall.[/i]

He needed to be in place when his father started making his move, and that meant being in the record hall, having access to the security tapes, and making sure that nobody there was going to fuck with what they’d already set up. 

It was a tall order, but he knew that he could make it work. 

#

As soon as he stepped into the lobby, he ran into the same lamb as he had what felt like a lifetime ago. She looked up from her paperwork, met his eyes, and they had the same clash as they’d experienced the last time. 

This time, however, he had a far stronger set of lenses. 

He met her gaze, overwhelming her stare through the glasses with nothing but a smile. She stopped glaring at him seconds later, her eyes going half-closed behind her glasses. The fox smiled, walking up to her and delicately pulling the glasses off of her face, tucking them into a pocket on her shirt. 

“You’ll be fine without those for a moment.”

“What…what are you…”

“Just slip into trance, and forget that I’m here.”

He tapped the side of his head, mentally ordering the programs across the link between them. One that made him utterly invisible to her eyes, as if he didn’t exist. He was a ghost, able to touch her, affect her, but who she couldn’t perceive. He was nothing to her unless he chose to make himself something. 

He imagined that, if he were straight, he would have been tempted to fuck her, to make her feel a ghostly touch. But he was gay, and had no such interest. 

As he installed two others, including a certain deference to fox authority, he made sure to look like he was just helping her sit down, as if she was dazed and had been a bit wobbly. She had certainly been wobbly, but he doubted that the cameras would have figured that out just yet. 

He waved at the nearest security camera, gesturing at the lamb, and hoped that there was someone watching that would come and check it out. 

There was. 

A broad-shouldered wolf came around the corner, shaking his head with a medical kit in hand. As soon as he was in view – but before he could step into the lobby where the cameras could see him, Sean made eye contact, and the wolf immediately stopped in his tracks, staring straight ahead as the new programs of behavior started to download into his brain through their eye contact. 

Sean, of course, knew better than to just stay still while doing that, not wanting to leave much evidence on the camera. He stepped towards the hallway, as if he was just getting on with business. 

When he was in the long, narrow, white hallway, he walked up to the wolf. There were no cameras in their immediate area, so no-one could see them without entering the hallway from one of the other rooms ahead, or from coming in from the lobby. He’d hear or see them long before they had a chance to see him or the wolf. 

He smiled, patting the large canine on the crotch. 

“Looks like I have my first little helper…”

A few taps was all it took to get the big guy completely hard, but much as Sean wanted to take that further, he knew better to do that in the public hallway. It was more a distraction for himself, and something to keep the wolf from noticing quite how many programs were being dumped into his head. 

It was so easy, too, so easy to break the wolf down and turn him into a good little toy for the fox. He smiled to himself, shaking his head as he pulled his hand back. 

“The receptionist is fine. You and I can go back to the security room. In fact, I rather insist on it…”

#

It took half an hour to get all the things set up that they’d need. The entire security team, which consisted of two packs of wolves, were completely under his control. The alphas more than the others, of course, just to make sure that everything stayed in the right order, but everything was his. 

Sean sat himself in the back of the security room, watching the streamed video as it played across the screens in front of him. At his side was the newest guy, someone that had been assigned as a janitor, but the wolf was a better stress toy. Sean’s fingers slipped up and down that bulbous knot at the base of the wolf’s cock, stroking him good and hard and keeping him that way while he watched the scene play out. 

His father, the mayor, and some of the other members of the city government had all shown up, just as Aston had promised. They were talking to the receptionist, making it clear that they needed to see the mayor’s records. The financial records. Accounting. Something like that, he was sure; he had to read their lips, and he wasn’t good at that, but he remembered the plan. 

His father pushed when the mayor didn’t quite want to, and the receptionist listened to his father over the goat that stood at his side. The hypnotic command to listen to foxes was turning out to be a rather helpful one. 

Sean kept flicking his eyes from camera to camera. He could see that there were some that were being pushed off to a different angle, and he imagined that those ones were where the Black Hats were working, keeping people from seeing what they were doing. His father had mentioned that the Black Hats would be here for the investigation, and that they’d be the ones that were under their control. 

[i]Here’s hoping that goes as well as we’re both hoping…[/i]

He shook his head, crossing his arms as he leaned back a bit further in his chair, crossing his legs at the ankles. Stroking up to the tip of the wolf cock at his side, he looked the janitor/security guard in the eye. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Mmmph…it’s…you’re good at that…”

“I know what makes cocks tick.”

He chuckled, squeezing the knot again before slowly lowering his hand to the heavy balls just below. The feeling of the furry sac was just a lovely one, nice and heavy, waiting to be allowed to spurt. 

Not that they would anytime soon. He hadn’t given the wolf a command to hold back, but he knew how to read a body and know when they were going to blow. He’d keep building that up, just for the fun of it, so that he could get an explosion of seed later. 

Of course, that was just a side thing. He was mostly watching his father on the screen, watching as the politicians were headed down the hall. The other members of the security team were present, standing and patrolling by turns, but they were all rather stiff in the crotch. He had made that a requirement, that their body stay aroused and erect, and that was rather fun to watch on the screens. 

He licked his lips as he watched some of the wolves look at his father, too. They were programmed to be rather aroused by foxes, and it was clear that they were considering his father as a bit of fuck-meat. Not that any of them would be willing or able to go through with that, but they would be thinking about it. 

He smiled to himself, imagining his father going through the same rough treatment that he’d been put through. It would be rather sexy, he had to admit, and he would love to see his dad getting knotted by the bigger wolves. Seeing his father get punished for all that he had done, humiliated…

God, the temptation to just make it happen was surprisingly strong. He could have done it, too, staged a coup right then and there. It would have gotten him caught, but in the short term…

Yes, he could have done it. The ambush would have been perfect for decapitating the city government. Everyone would have known, other forces would have been dispatched to get rid of him, but he could have done it. 

And that shocked, aroused, and mildly terrified him. 

Having the lenses had made it all but child’s play to take control of everyone in the building, but it was only in that moment that he realized just how much more they offered him than the glasses did. He wasn’t a visible threat, and the power that the contacts had meant that they were able to take down even the Black Hats with ease. He didn’t have to know how to fight, how to defend himself. All he had to do was look at someone, and he was able to turn them, to make them his. 

He was a dangerous individual, and his father had no idea how far his power actually went. 

[i]Steady, steady,[/i] he told himself, calming himself down as he started pumping the wolf’s cock a little too fast. [i]You’re powerful. You’re not a god. There are those out there that are stronger than you…[/i]

Like the way that the Black Hats could, according to his father, track the use of AEA. That meant that the glasses were even less useful than he thought, and while the lenses were not registered on the network, they were still using it. That meant that it would possibly grab attention sooner than later if he didn’t time it to what his father called the ‘busy times’ on the network. 

[i]I need to get that information out of him…[/i]

The time to hypnotize the assistant mayor was getting closer and closer. 

Shaking his head, he brought his attention back to the security screens, watching as his father dragged the goat into the record room. It only took a few seconds after that for the files to be rifled through, and from there, the record – the fraudulent finances – revealed. 

His father held it aloft, and there were the expected gasps of shock, the goat trying to say that he was innocent, that he wasn’t skimming all that money off the government, that he wasn’t trying to hide things. Sean expected all of that, rolling his eyes at the theater of it all, and waited for the Black Hats to show up. He watched the cameras, waiting for them to walk down the hall – 

Until he saw something different. Something that was almost impossible. 

The air shimmered in the hallway, and suddenly, they were there. Not walking down the hall, but rather appearing out of thin air. It was as if – no, they actually had teleported into the hallway. Strings of light and energy faded from their suits as they brushed themselves off, leaving them to walk into the record room. 

Sean stared at the screen, hardly believing his eyes. That had to be impossible, right? It had to be. There was no technology on earth that was capable of teleporting a man…

Except that he had just seen that there was. 

[i]Where…how…[/i]

Neither of those mattered. What did matter was that his father had either lied to him, or just kept something secret…or perhaps, as the mere deputy mayor, he didn’t know enough about this to realize just how advanced Black Hat tech was. Whatever the answer was, it meant that they had a serious problem, and one that he had to re-plan for. 

If they could teleport, that meant that Richard and his partner could be anywhere. It meant that watching out for the Black Hats meant more than just tracking the busses and cars sliding in and out of the city. He had to watch every moment of every day, looking down the alleys, into the side-streets, into the empty rooms. They could pop in anywhere. 

“Nnngh…”

Realizing that he had been squeezing the wolf’s knot a bit too tightly, he backed off, putting his hand on his lap. Instead of teasing himself and his security guard guest, he stared at the screens, watching as the two rabbits – Gerold and Peter, from before – stepped into the record room. He kept his eyes glued on the screen, watching their faces, seeing if there was any sign of the hypnosis that he’d put on them fading. Now that he knew what they could do, it was entirely possible that someone had managed to blank their brains and start over.

If they had, however, the rabbits were still following the plan. There was no sudden change, nothing to show that they might be a bit more difficult to work with. They still stepped forward to arrest the mayor and put him under investigation. He watched them leave the room, step into the hallway. There was another flicker, and Gerold and the goat disappeared, leaving only Peter behind. 

[i]He’s going to be coming here to check the tapes,[/i] Sean imagined. [i]The start of the investigation begins now.[/i]

He patted the wolf on the thigh, nudging him to get out. The security guard did just that, and Sean leaned back, crossing his legs at the ankles and trying his best to stay relaxed. There was every reason not to be at the moment, and he needed to focus on making sure that he didn’t make a mistake. Anything that went wrong now was going to be very hard to recover from. So long as the trance held – or, failing that, so long as a real god of hypnosis hadn’t layered commands over Peter’s brain – he had a chance. 

It didn’t take long. 

The door opened and the rabbit stepped inside, still peering through his glasses with narrowed eyes behind them. Sean met them with a smile, his hands crossed over his lap, and he waited. Peter shut the door, hesitated for a moment, then smiled. 

“Master,” the rabbit said. 

“Are you still my slave, then?”

“As much of one as you come make me.”

“Good. Very good.”

As much as he wanted to sigh in relief, he didn’t want to give the rabbit the pleasure of seeing him so…ill at ease. If there was any sort of resistance still left in that mind, he wanted it to know that he was completely assured of his own success, that he had complete faith in his methods. Otherwise, they might start thinking that there was hope for them, and if they thought that, they’d fight all the harder.

He folded his hands over his lap, smiling at the rabbit as Peter walked closer. He looked the rabbit in the eye, just to be sure, and he saw nothing but what he had left behind last time. The fox nodded, extending one foot to the lapine agent, gesturing at it. 

“Take off my shoe and tell me what’s going on.”

“Yes, Master.”

As the rabbit knelt down, the story started to unfold, both what had happened in the record’s room and what had happened before that. The rabbits had been tapped by their superior, zapped away from what they were doing to the headquarters of the Black Hats, where they were outfitted with what they needed before being put on standby. When the situation was confirmed, they were sent into the record hall, appearing without warning. The other camera work had been something else, then, someone else out there. Perhaps one of the resistance trying to sneak in and see what was going on. 

[i]Or steal something,[/i] he supposed, now that he thought about it. Ever since they had gotten the file from him, they’d been keen on getting another one. They wanted anything that they might be able to use to bring down the Federation, or at least, the local parts of it. 

[i]Even if it means destabilizing literally everything,[/i] he thought in annoyance. 

As his shoe was removed and the rabbit set to licking his sole, the fox folded his hands behind his head, looking up at the ceiling. 

“Was the mayor surprised?”

“He was shocked, Master. I imagine that he has wiped his mind so that there’s no direct evidence of what he’s done.”

“That’s possible?” 

“Somewhat, Master. It’s not complete, and the best of us can drag out the imprints of where information was, but we cannot always prove what information was stored in the new blank place.”

“But you’re going to prove that this time, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master. As commanded.”

“Good...good…”

He leaned his head back again, looking up at the ceiling. So there were ways of getting around the interrogation of the Black Hats. Probably not many, and most probably weren’t reliable, but did that matter? It meant that a group that he thought were invincible really weren’t. It meant that they could be fooled. It meant that there was a way to deal with them without controlling all of them. 

If he was willing to do it, that was. 

For now, however, he made sure to enjoy himself. There was a great deal to be savored from the feeling of a tongue on his feet, particularly the tongue of someone whose whole job was to dominate others, to push them around and make them submit to the party line. Having Peter down there, having that soft tongue dragging its way along his sole, was just as hot as he could imagine. 

He groped his chastity cage, feeling it pulsing slightly. Shaking his head, he pulled his hand away, knowing better than to allow himself to go too far. He’d start getting frustrated, and then…

Well, he’d take this too far, possibly getting himself caught. Much as he’d enjoy getting a good rabbit humping, he knew that it would only leave him high and dry. Peter had been rather disappointing with that last time. 

He wiggled his toes, encouraging the rabbit’s foot worship for now. Each lick did send a nice little quiver up to his cock, and it was pleasant enough without being distracting. 

[i]I wonder if he knows Richard…[/i]

The temptation to ask rose up, but he pushed it back down. Better not to risk anything at the moment, particularly with the way the operation had gone. They were doing well, and so far, he doubted that Peter or Gerold knew about the other operative he had in their organization. Better not to jeopardize that. 

He was still enjoying the foot licking when his phone rang. He picked it up. 

“…” He sighed. Aston. He tapped the screen. “Hello.”

“[i]Anything on camera I need to be concerned with?[/i]”

“No. Anything you want the Black Hat told?”

“[i]Just to continue with the plan.[/i]”

“I’m guessing I don’t get to know what the plan is?”

“[i]No, Sean. You already know enough. Too much, in some cases.[/i]”

“Then I’ll see you at home. After I take a vacation.”

“[i]What – a vacation from what?[/i]”

“You.”

He had been considering it for a while, but now that his father was due to rise to the mayor’s seat – however temporary that was – he needed to start setting his own plans in motion. That meant finding some privacy so he could ensure that he wasn’t bothered, and before that, making sure that he was relaxed enough to not do anything stupid while he was getting it all ready. 

“It’s just for two days. I need some time to myself, and you’re going to be busy settling in as mayor and everything.”

[i]And I’ll be busy setting up things to fuck with you in that time. A bit of resistance work, making sure that you don’t sit too easily, maybe zonk out a few people on the street to do things that make you worry.[/i]

“And it’s not like I can do anything without your permission.”

[i]Have Richard come down and unlock this fucking cage for a while.[/i]

“Just make sure that you keep Paul safe.”

[i]So I can take him away.[/i]

“You can do that for me, right? I’ve earned that much.”

“…[/i]Sean…[/i]”

“What?”

“[i]…Fine. I’ll give you two days. No more than that. And you better be at city hall at noon, on Monday.[/i]”

“I’ll be there.”

“[i]You better be.[/i]”

Click. The call ended, and Sean took a deep breath as he clicked it shut and put it back in his pocket. That call had confirmed that his father was right on the verge, and that his time of usefulness to the deputy mayor was drawing to a close. 

During the weekend, he had a specific list of tasks. He needed to finish converting Richard and his partner; he needed to make Paul disappear; he needed to break down some of his father’s support; and he needed to make damn sure that he had something that would make Aston disappear. Not just be arrested, but [i]disappear.[/i] His father was far too dangerous to be left in public, much as he wanted to punish him for all that he’d done. 

And after that, he needed to do something to make sure that the Black Hats and their superiors elsewhere weren’t going to cause a problem. That damn teleportation effect was going to fuck with him. 

Unless…

Sean slowly looked down at the man before him. Peter was staring at him, his eyes obviously glazed over from his task, but the glasses…the glasses still stared at him. 

[i]If there is something running them all…what’s to stop them from recording literally everything that the glasses see? What is there to stop them from watching me…watching all of us…[/i]

The obvious answer would be that they would have stopped him if that was the case, would have come down on him and locked him up. Yet, that was the response if they were from here, if they thought like him and the people in power. What if…what if there was something else behind all this technology? What if there was someone that didn’t think like anyone in the Federation, because they weren’t from the Federation…perhaps not even from this world?

Sean looked into the glasses again, and sent one more command into the Black Hat’s mind, something to turn the rabbit’s brain off for a second, to shut off auditory input and not be bothered by it. Then, he asked two rather key questions. 

“Can you see me? Can you hear me?”

And just like that, the rabbit froze in place. 

Sean didn’t dare move. Whatever had happened, he had just kicked a hornet’s nest, and whatever he did next would have to be brilliant. 

Eventually, Peter nodded his head…except that it wasn’t ‘Peter’ controlling the rabbit anymore. It was something else, something that made him speak slower, more out of cadence to his normal speech pattern. 

“I…can. You are…smarter…than you…look.”

“Any chance I can have my foot back?”

“…No.”

“Fair enough. I’m guessing you’re one of the heads of the Black Hats…or perhaps [i]the[/i] head of it.”

“…”

“Right.” 

[i]Okay, so I was right, but what the hell do I do now?[/i]

That was the big question. He had just exposed the big power behind the organization here, and he had no idea what it wanted. It obviously had some curiosity towards people like him, considering that it obviously knew what he was doing, and it just as obviously didn’t have that much loyalty towards the system currently in place, considering that Sean hadn’t been ratted out yet. 

“You’re curious about me,” he said, guessing. 

“…Perhaps.”

“You want to know why I’m doing what I’m doing?”

“No. That…has a…hypothesis.”

“Then why are you letting me continue?”

“Because…I want to see…what you will do.”

“Just what I’ll do?”

“How far…you’ll go.”

Sean nodded, tapping his chin as he thought about it. This intelligence, whatever it was, didn’t seem bothered by what he was doing. It had to know about Paul, about the various acts of incest that he had committed, that he was the very definition of a traitor to the state…and yet, it was allowing him to continue. Not because it thought that he was right, but because it wondered ‘how far he’d go.’

He looked the rabbit in the eyes again, at the intelligence behind them. The fox slowly wiggled his toes, and the rabbit let go. 

“Tell you what. I’ll give you one hell of a show…if you can promise that the rest of the Federation will stay out of my way.”

It was a risk, but if he could get that promise, god, it would be more than worth it. All of his plans were getting shot down because it all hinged on finding a way of keeping interference from outside the city to a minimum. If he could guarantee that the rest of the Black Hats wouldn’t come down on him, if he could be sure that the local governor would stay out…

Then he had more than a chance. 

The intelligence didn’t answer at first, but as Peter slowly got to his feet, the rabbit shuffling slightly in the process, he could almost swear that he could see the intelligence thinking it through. It was a slow, mechanical process, more like watching a computer go through a loading screen than watching someone else puzzle out a mystery. Sean forced himself to be quiet, to not say anything else, and just wait. 

Eventually, the rabbit nodded. 

“I will…give you one…week. If you can finish it…then you can keep it.”

“Keep what?”

“Whatever…you take.”

Sean nodded back, just as slowly as the rabbit had nodded at him. Peter turned around, facing away. 

“This one…is due back…at headquarters…”

“I’ll hear from you again when my time’s up?”

“You’ll…know…”

The rabbit opened the door, and before he even stepped through, he was already in the process of disappearing. Sean watched until Peter was gone, shaking his head afterward and putting his shoe back on. 

[i]Well…that’s going to make things more interesting…much, much more interesting…[/i]

When this was over, he needed to figure out who the hell that was, and what they wanted. Up until this point, he had managed to get by on a great deal of improvisation, and more than that, a great deal of seduction. This thing was quite obviously not from around here, and he had no idea what it wanted. So far, he had apparently been entertaining – somehow – but if that ever stopped, then he was as good as dead. 

He needed to find out what it wanted, what it liked, what it needed, and he needed to do that [i]now.[/i]












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

Summary: Sean goes with his father to the mayor’s staged investigation, and finds out something serious about the Black Hats.

Tags: M/M, wolf, rabbit, fox, handjob, hypnosis, mind control, series, dystopia, foot fetish, foot licking, new guy, wtf, chastity cage, butt plug,