[b][u][center]The Mind Control Conspiracy
Chapter 19
For Asbeoth
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








With the situation well in hand at City Hall and the record room, Sean left the building with a shake of his head and a fresh sense of purpose. He had been able to find out more in the last five minutes than he had for the entirety of his little campaign with his father. Even better, it had gained him guaranteed leeway to work within the city for the next week, which meant that he had the chance to pull off something utterly impossible beforehand. 

The fox stood on the sidewalk, looking up at the sky, feeling a new sense of pressure on his mind as he looked at the heavens. The blue almost seemed to look back, and he wondered if there was some great illusion on the mind of every person in the city, some lie that they all believed. After all, the majority of people were taken in by the Federation, believing everything that they said, every publication of lies that they put out. They believed that there was still free will in the world, that it was all to the better to keep living the lives that they were living right then and there. 

Even the resistance was blindly pursuing something akin to the world that they had now, except without the evil overlords, as they probably thought of the Federation, in charge. They wanted to keep things the same as the public viewed them, not even considering the possibility of something bigger, better…different.

[i]Feels like I’m the only one that really has an idea for something new…[/i]

Sean sighed, pulling his hand out of his pocket and rubbing the back of his neck. He was starting to get melancholy, and there was really only one cure for that. 

He waved his hand, getting a taxi for himself. The yellow car pulled up to the side of the road, and he hopped in the back. The driver, a squirrel, looked over his shoulder and adjusted the big bushy tail that threatened to block his view. 

“Where to?”

Sean chuckled, looking out the window. 

“The most expensive hotel in the city.”

“There’s three that are pretty high-scale, sir. Any preference?”

“Whichever one has the most amenities.”

“Ah, alright, sir.” The squirrel pulled away from the curb, chuckling to himself. “Should I expect a big tip then, sir?”

“Only if you got a big one yourself.”

“Sir?”

“Just kidding. Drive.”

The fox gestured for the squirrel to continue, leaning back in his seat as he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. It was a little uncomfortable, and the jacket more so. He planned on making an entrance when he got to the hotel, anyway, so he might as well start prepping. 

As the jacket came off, and the shirt likewise, the squirrel blinked at him in the mirror. 

“Uh, sir, there’s, um, there’s some rules about –”

“Drive.”

“But sir –”

Sean looked up, meeting the squirrel’s eyes in the mirror as they came to a red light. The driver suddenly stiffened, his eyes locked back at him. Leaning his head to the side, the fox allowed the commands, the programs, everything to start flooding over to the other man, letting the squirrel relax, slipping into his seat. 

Addiction to foxes? Check. 

Addiction to sexy guys? Check. 

Desperately gay? Check. 

Eager for a free show? Check. 

That would do for the moment. It would keep the squirrel happy, and probably make him feel like he got that big tip that he was wanting for the day. Sean let his eye contact drift away, focusing on pulling the buttons open on his shirt. If it was up to him, then he would never wear a shirt like this again.

Maybe, just maybe, it would be up to him. 

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By the time that they reached the Plaza of Pleasure – a name that he swore had to come from some imitation of some Asian culture – Sean was completely naked, his clothes thrown over his shoulder, his cock cage bouncing slightly around his sheath as he imagined what it was going to be like to strut outside in nothing but his fur and that bit of metal. He was looking forward to having all the eyes in the hotel on him, and was really, really looking forward to testing out the lenses properly. 

So far, he had only seen how they worked on individuals, trying them on two people at a time, at most. If he was going to take this further, however, he needed to take that next step. He needed to see if he could handle a crowd. And considering that this was a very upscale hotel, he imagined that there were smaller crowds here than would be at a Best Western or other more common place. 

The taxi drove up to the lobby, and Sean smiled as he leaned forward. Looking down at the squirrel, he could see that his driver had a boner from hell. He chuckled, patting the driver on the shoulder. 

“I imagine you want that big tip.”

“God, you’ve been giving me payment since we left City Hall. Not sure how much more you could give me, sir.”

“How about I turn around and let you get a look at my ass properly?”

“Fuck…”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Sean smiled, turning around and pressing his ass right up against the gap between the front seats, letting his cheeks flatten against the bit of glass between him and the driver. He slowly dragged his fluffy butt back and forth, hearing the slight squeak of flesh on glass, and he could hear the squirrel gasping. 

The glass slipped out of the way in the middle, and Sean felt a finger sliding between the glass panels, pressing against his pucker. He smiled, allowing the pressure there, and even pressed down a little bit. 

The feeling of a finger sliding in was quite pleasant, and he moaned softly for the driver. The squirrel jammed it in further, and the implant inside started slicking him up, making his asshole that much wetter, that much slicker for penetration. He moaned under his breath at the warm feeling that spread through him, savoring the lovely sensation of having something in him again. 

Of course, that couldn’t last for long. He had other plans, and he needed a room for that. He let the driver finger him just long enough to get a bit of a stiff one in his cage, and then slid back. 

“Hope you enjoyed your tip.”

“Fuck…god, what’s it cost to fuck you?”

“$200 an hour, plus expenses.”

“…Fuck, I wasn’t serious, but…man, that’d be worth it.”

Sean chuckled. 

“Well, if you get time off, you know where to find me.”

“You mean…I can…”

The squirrel gestured at the hotel, and the fox nodded. 

“Yep. Just ask at the front desk for the room number. I could always use a little extra business.”

And with that, he hopped out of the car. 

Between him and the front door was an ox valet and a supposedly married couple, a pair of raccoons. They turned, and all three eyes were locked on him, staring, shocked, disapproving. 

And then he met their eyes. 

Flick, flick, flick, looking between them, dragging their brains down into a near-instant trance. Torold’s skill with the lenses was showing brilliantly, and he couldn’t believe that that street-corner mechanic had been able to build them up to this degree. The glasses had all taken a few seconds to accomplish anything, but this? This was almost god-like, and it gave him full control almost immediately. 

Of course, it wasn’t perfect. He had to keep flicking his eyes from one person to another to keep the trance going, and that meant that he had to send the different control programs over piecemeal. It took longer to get the crowd done than it would have taken to control three people individually, but it was better than nothing. And more to the point, it proved that he could do it at all. Inefficiently, perhaps, but he could do it. 

Sean smiled as he walked past the raccoons, deliberately swaying his ass back and forth, feeling the cheeks grinding against each other in a way that he hadn’t been able to enjoy in a while. His cage bounced up and down along his sheath, showing itself off in a different way, and as he walked up to the ox, he could feel all three pairs of eyes on him, all of them wanting him, just as he had demanded. 

“Welcome to the Plaza of Pleasure, sir…”

The ox was waiting for a name, and Sean smiled. 

“Just call me Sean.”

“As you wish, Sean. Do you have anything that you need checked?”

“Only my ass, but that’s something that’s beyond your pay-grade.”

“I do make plentiful tips, sir. I am sure that I can afford something like that.”

“We’ll see. I’ll put up a sign for business, later, and you can see if you can afford the prices…”

He glanced downwards significantly, and reached out for the ox’s groin. It was easy to find the balls down there, but the shaft? Not quite disappointing, but not quite stimulating, either. 

“Well, we’ll see.”

He patted the ox gently, looking towards the door. The glass was darkened, likely for the privacy of those in the lobby, but he could just make out a few people moving around inside. Hopefully, it wasn’t too large a crowd of people checking in or checking out. 

Looking up, he took a moment to admire the building itself. It was a large-ish structure, one that soared towards the heavens, and had a series of terraces that pushed out to form a sort of pagoda-like structure. It was interrupted by different balconies, but that was something that you could only see from further away, as he had noticed in the car on the way here. The balconies themselves were surprisingly private from the hotel itself. 

It was going to be an interesting place. 

The naked fox stepped past the ox, pushing the door open. The lobby’s warm air poured out through the open doors, smothering him almost immediately, wetting his fur with a sort of warm humidity. As he stepped through, he saw that the lobby had been patterned after an outdoor garden, the sort that one might have found in the east. There was a small water feature that ran through the middle of the lobby, twisting and turning to the four corners, each one with a bridge over it and a small island in the middle. Greenery ran down the walls, vines and hanging plants to fill the air with fragrance, and he could just about feel his fur matting down with all the moisture in the air. 

Humidity was not sexy, he decided.

The various guests in the lobby had slowly turned to look at him, lazily, as if they were affecting not to care what had intruded on their time here, but as soon as their eyes met his body, they were staring. He smiled as he watched them flick their eyes up and down his body, looking him in the eye, and then at his sheath, and then his dirty bare feet. 

“Security!” 

One of the guests, a Dalmatian, shouted before he could find them and silence them. He cocked his head to the side at the almost effeminate man at the edge of the garden, and fixed the canine with a stare. 

No sooner had he made eye contact than the richly-dressed man went limp, leaning back on his bench and staring straight ahead. Just for the fun of it, Sean forced more and more arousal-inducing programs into the canine’s head, forcing him to throb, to get hard, and it took almost no time at all for the crotch of that suit to start pushing forward, throbbing, growing, bulging until the waistband was being tugged forward by a prominent dick. The tent was darkening, too, pre-cum flowing freely, and Sean only looked away when the Dalmatian arched his back, thrusting into his pants and cumming hard. 

Of course, by then, security had shown up. The naked fox felt a hand on his shoulder, and he looked behind him at the Doberman. At the three Dobermans, for that matter. A miniature pack had come out to handle little old him. 

“Heh…I’m guessing that this is unacceptable attire for your establishment?”

“We have a dress code, sir.”

“I think you need an undress-code.”

Sean flicked his eyes between the members of the security team, and they went limp, too. Rather than commanding them to do anything, he left them in trance, looking around the lobby. 

A white-furred cat that looked like she was going to have a stroke looking at him? A few seconds staring at her, and it was all she could do to stroke her own pussy, pulling up her dress and disgracing herself by fingering herself through panties that she had to claw off. 

A rich-looking rhino with a few rolls of fat around his waist? The disapproving, austere man was soon on all fours, humping his hand and flagging his tail. 

A big-eyed owl that could hardly believe what he was seeing? The feathered patriarch arched his back, thrusting his cock into his own talons by the time that Sean was done looking him in the eye. 

The peaceful garden had been invaded, corrupted, changed in the space of just a minute, and there was no doubt as to his power. 

“Walk me to the front desk,” he told the security dogs, and they did just that. 

There was no one there, at first. Doubtlessly, they were watching the security cameras, trying to figure out what was going on, seeing what they could do regarding the police. Sean shook his head, pulling his phone out of his pants pocket from over his shoulders, and dialing a number. 

It only had to ring once. 

“[i]My, my, you are making a ruckus, aren’t you?[/i]” Richard said on the other end. 

“It felt like a good time to test things out. I suppose you’ve been keeping an eye on me?”

“[i]Yes. It felt like the right thing to do. ‘Master.’[/i]”

He knew that the rabbit only said that because he was required, and he knew that their little game was going to get a lot more interesting, particularly if Richard didn’t know about what he was dealing with at the Black Hat agency. Sean turned, leaning his back against the front desk as he fixed the Dobermans with a stare, slowly programming the three of them into bodyguards. 

“I don’t suppose that you have the night off?”

“[i]I believe I’m off-shift.[/i]”

“Then why don’t you bring you and your partner down here for the night? I’m sure that we can come to an arrangement.”

“[i]Heh…I wondered how long you’d wait before trying to take him.[/i]”

“Well, I was dealing with a few things. Besides, I was fairly sure that the commands on you would hold long enough to deal with them.”

“[i]You would normally be wrong, but you have the devil’s luck, it seems. I’ll be there soon.[/i]”

“Oh, and one more thing.”

“[i]What’s that, my little predator?[/i]”

“Make sure that the cops don’t actually arrive.”

“[i]Heh…you’re doing that kind of disturbance, are you? Fine. But just for tonight.[/i]”

“That’s all I’ll need. See you soon.”

Click. 

Sean put his phone back in his pocket, tossing his pants and underwear to one of the dogs. The Doberman caught it, tossing it over his own shoulder, while one of the other brown-suited canines stepped forward to take his shirt and jacket from him. Sean smiled to himself, rather enjoying the entourage. 

He turned back to the desk, leaning over it slightly to stare towards the back rooms. He could see a few shadows back there, and he sighed. 

“Look. I can see you. Can you maybe come out here so I can check in?”

“We have a dress code!” a high-pitched voice called out. “And we called the police.”

“Have I hurt anyone so far?”

“No, but –”

“Do you think I want to hurt anyone?”

“…”

“If you come out, I’ll make sure that everything goes back to normal. If you make me drag you out, I’ll make it a lot worse.”

The shadows twitched in the background, and one of them started to move. The others tried to stop it, but a calico female poked her head around the corner. 

“You promise?”

“I promise,” Sean said, holding his hand up to the sky. “I give you my word that everything will go back to normal if you check me into a room.”

“…”

The calico slowly stepped out, all while the others – a mouse, a dolphin, and an orca – were all cowering in the background. He could just make them out, but not for long enough to hit them with a trance state. He shook his head slowly as the calico walked up to the front desk, a longer skirt running down to her knees, a blouse that was tight and fitted to her, doubtlessly for the viewing pleasure of some of the patrons. 

“Um…what kind of…”

She looked at him, staring, blushing. The feline didn’t seem able to forget that he was naked, or bring herself to look away. Sean shook his head, reaching out and gently pushing her face up, making her look at his eyes. 

Flicker. She was his, and she relaxed a bit as he pushed several programs into her mind, making her inhibitions falter, her fears fade. 

“No offense, but I think I’ll need someone in charge to come out here. Do you have a manager?”

“I…yes…”

“Have them come out here, then, if you please.”

“Yes…sir…”

The calico bobbed her head. Sean chuckled; it was easier than ever to control them, and now that he had the assurance that nobody was going to interfere, the temptations to take that control, to run with it, was stronger than ever. He could literally do anything that he wanted, and it…

Well, it was maybe a bit scary, but also liberating. He had always been smarter than his father, always been more adventurous than his brother, more honest than either. Why not take some time and enjoy? Why not…

Why not see if he could do a bit better?

“And one more thing.”

“Yes?” the calico asked, almost completely relaxed now.

“Encourage your coworkers to look at me. Say something, anything, that will make them poke their heads around the corner. I want them to feel how you feel.”

“That would…that would be nice, sir. I don’t feel so scared, now.”

“That’s good. Now go and get your manager.”

She nodded, bowing her head and heading back to the back room. He smiled as he watched her go, shaking his head as he imagined what it must have felt like to have her fear of the strange situation taken away. It must have been pretty amazing when one got right down to it, considering how scary and strange it must have been to have the entire lobby erupt into sexual congress the way that it had. 

He leaned forward, his eyes peeled for any pair of eyes that poked around the side. The mouse and orca were staring out at him as soon as the cat mentioned something, and he managed to snare them. 

Trance.exe was achieved once again. 

It was so easy to send commands via eye contact now, and he didn’t know if he’d ever be able to go back to the glasses. He ordered them to cancel the police, to send a message to tell them that it was a false report, just in case Richard was being a bit slow about it. That done, he turned his attention to the advancing dolphin. 

Glasses with the AEA logo in the middle met his gaze, and he smiled as he stared right back. The dolphin obviously intended to use them to stop him, but they were not nearly powerful enough to overwhelm the lenses. A level eight, he imagined, which was far and away too weak to handle what he had. 

The dolphin stopped in mid-stride, staring at him with mouth hanging open. Sean smiled, curling his finger, and the manager for the front desk kept stepping forward, his mouth still hanging open. 

The naked fox leaned over the front desk, his hand going down to the dolphin’s crotch. Just as he expected, the trance had already forced the shaft down there to drop, sliding out of the slit that held it and into the pants. Not doing badly, this aquatic one, and definitely doing a bit thicker than the ox outside was. He smiled, running his finger along the growing bulge. 

“Now, you’re going to give me a penthouse. You understand that?”

“Mmmph…what…what are you…”

“Ah ah.”

He smiled, staring through those glasses, obedience programs downloading into the other man. There were a few more defensive programs in the way, little things that were trying to act as firewalls for the manager’s eyes and brain, but they weren’t enough. One program after another, sifting through the different layers of defense, were installed, and the dolphin groaned, his cock suddenly throbbing up to the point where the narrow pink tip slipped up and out through the manager’s waistband. 

Pinching it gently, Sean leaned in until he was almost nose to nose with the dolphin, his tail swishing idly. He knew that the Dobermans behind him were staring right at his ass, and he didn’t care. If anything, he rather liked it. 

“Penthouse, sir. And be quick about it.”

“As…as you wish, sir.”

“Do you have any paper?”

“Paper, sir?”

“For a sign.”

“I…yes…one…moment…”

There was one final bit of resistance, but as the dolphin muttered the word ‘moment,’ there was almost a ‘ping’ of completion, and the dolphin’s face went from slightly limp to happily smiling, showing off a satisfaction in service that few others could have rivaled. The beaky snout was tilted up with a grin, and the manager’s fancy black suit no longer seemed quite so dour. 

As the manager started typing information into the computer, Sean was given a piece of paper. He ran a marker along the edges, creating a black border on it, and then wrote something along the top. 

[i]Discreet Male Company for Select Clients.[/i]

Under that, he wrote the range of his prices, and how much time that allowed anyone that wanted to buy it. He took that and offered it back to the dolphin. 

“See to it that this is posted somewhere where people can see it when they come in.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And make sure that anyone that seems at all bothered by it comes to see me, anyway.”

“Sir?”

“They can’t make a complaint without informing me about it first. Understand?”

“Ah, yes, yes, sir,” the dolphin said, the trance program holding him in a very obedient state. “I can completely see the legality of that. Don’t worry. Any complaints will be forwarded to you, and the filers of said complaint, as well.”

“Excellent.”

And so, the stage was set. He had Richard and his partner coming by soon enough. He had a set of bodyguards. He had clients that he could build up money with, not that he needed that anymore. He had access to the rich and well-to-do, which would likely include some of his father’s backers at some point during the weekend. At any point, he could call Jack down here and claim his favor from the resistance…

Yes, everything was starting to go his way, and that meant that he could actually afford to relax a little bit. Just a little. 

As soon as he got the keycard, he thanked the manager and turned for the far side of the lobby. The elevator, framed in golden knot-work, waited for him. One tap of the keycard against the call button, and the door opened.

“Come on, boys.”

He stepped inside, smiling as he had the Dobermans join him, one behind him, one on either side. Despite the fact that he was still caged, still marked by his father’s authority down there, he felt freer than he had ever felt in his life. He felt like he had finally gotten what he needed. 

The keycard took him all the way up to the top of the hotel, and as the door opened, he found himself faced with four other doors before the hallway rounded towards the other sides of the building. He looked at the card, saw the number 3402, and walked up to the door with the matching number. 

[i]Let’s see what’s on the other side, shall we?[/i]

Another card tap, and the door opened, and the room was, to put it mildly, spectacular. 

The same Asian Garden theme that had dominated the lobby was present here, as well, though in a different way. The floor was colored green, patterned to look like there were crisscrossing vines along the ground, and the furniture flowed up, creating leaf-like effects that looked like they were living things rather than tables and couches. 

He stepped inside, rather liking the springy feeling underfoot as he walked through the entry hall and into the living room. His Dobermans followed him in lockstep, and as soon as he was in the living room, started checking out the other parts of the penthouse, clearing it of threats, and checking to see if there were any dangers that he needed to be worried about. 

[i]I should have gotten guys like that a long time ago.[/i]

Still feeling a bit smug about it, he sat down on one of the leaf couches, putting his feet up on the bush-table that was right before it. Water sprinklers were built into the ceiling, he could see. They’d keep the humidity going and keep the feeling of a jungle alive. 

[i]They need a better name than the Plaza of Pleasure for something like this.[/i]

The fox was just starting to lean his head back when there was a knock at the door. He rolled his eyes, guessing that it was probably Richard, and he glanced back at the Dobermans. Fun as it might be to send them to open the door for the rabbit and his partner, it was probably a bad idea to offer them the same sort of chance that he had to take control of others. They might not be able to overwhelm what he’d done, but then again, they might have a few tricks that he didn’t know about. 

Better not to risk it. Sean gestured for them to head to the bedroom, then got to his feet and walked to the door. A quick glance through the peephole confirmed that it was Richard, his white fur groomed immaculately beneath his suit, and another rabbit, white with little splotches along the tips of his ears. 

Time to go to work. 

Sean opened the door with a smile on his face, and the new rabbit’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at the naked fox. In that split second of surprise, Sean struck. 

The fight between the power of his lenses and the other rabbit’s glasses was a fierce one, though brief. The firewalls surged against his programs, and the imperfect rabbit took a step forward, obviously intending to restrain him while there was still a conflict at all. 

If it wasn’t for the fact that Richard was there, the rabbit might have just managed it. 

Instead, his prey friend grabbed the other Black Hat by the arm, and the pause was just enough for Sean to find the gap in the other man’s defenses. His programs slipped in, and the other rabbit went still. He groaned, rubbing his temples. 

“You’ve got a few new tricks,” Richard said. “I guess that you aren’t so defenseless without the glasses anymore.”

“No, I’m not. Come in before someone sees you.”

He stepped to the side, rubbing away the slight headache that burned behind his eyes, and he leaned against the wall as Richard pulled his partner to the couch. He shook his head a few times, blinking out the worst of the afterimages of other programs that had been trying to get into his brain. It took a little while for it to fade, and a little bit longer for him to be able to find a chair and get comfortable. 

Richard crossed his legs, one large foot bouncing up and down in a shiny black shoe. The other rabbit stared ahead blankly, if annoyedly, locked down in body if not in mind. The white rabbit chuckled. 

“Looks like you’ve made a start. Going to leave him a bit like you did with me, or are you going to take him down completely?” Richard asked. 

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“I’d suggest leaving some. It prevents losing talent.”

“And opens the door to rebellion.”

“Are you that worried about me turning on you at this point?”

“Not as much as I was.”

“Heh…then what are you scared of?”

“Just two things. Your boss, and my father.”

Richard’s smile dropped. 

“You met the boss?”

“Well, indirectly.”

“…How?”

“I made him curious.”

“You…”

Richard leaned forward, the white-furred rabbit staring him in the eye. 

“Tell me everything.”











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

Summary: Finally able to take some time off, Sean decides to go all-out with the mind control this time, giving himself some much-needed stress relief and more information with how the lenses handle groups. Time to relax…

Tags: M/M, groping, handjob, fingering, teasing, prostitution, barefoot, bulge, forced orgasm, Dalmatian, rabbit, fox, dolphin, mind control, hypnosis, series, dystopia, entourage,