[b][u][center]The Mind Control Conspiracy Chapter 22 Sponsored by DuskCypher By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Once he was dry, it was time to put his plan into motion. One orca general, coming up. The fox stepped out of the bathroom. Sean put on his best smile as the orca attempted to shoo his wife out of the room, chuckling to himself at the sight. He leaned against the doorframe, slowly swaying his hip to one side, allowing his balls to rest over one thigh in a practiced pose that he had used more than a few times to catch the eye. It worked again as the general looked back at him, and he slowly crossed his arms. “You can let her stay.” “She knows?” “Oh, she knows. She tried to get me kicked out.” “Woman…” “Don’t be upset. She just didn’t know how much hotter it would be to watch,” Sean said with a smirk. The orca’s eyes went wider at that, turning to stare at his wife. As he did, the fox looked him up and down. A fairly good-sized man, broad-shouldered, thick in the chest and torso. Definitely had the muscle of a soldier, even if he was starting to get just a hint of a belly. Probably the consequence of having a desk job for too long. Still, if Janice was right, then the big guy had a dick to go with that rank of his, and he looked forward to finding out if it was more of the humanoid sort, or more of the…tentacle sort. “Is that true?” the general asked. “Yes…I…I want to see you take him. Hard.” “You…you’re sure?” “I’m sure. At least this time, it’s with a man.” That was something that he had made sure to include. At least this way, she wouldn’t have to see him fuck another woman, risk a kid, or something like that. It was with another guy, someone that she didn’t have to be threatened by, someone that could just take it and go. That was all that she needed to be okay with it. The general looked back at him, almost like he was making sure that Sean was good with it. The fox just chuckled. “Your money.” “Yeah…heh…guess it is. Alright. Honey, why don’t you –” “I’ll sit over here,” Janice said, making her way to the far side of the room to a more comfortable chair. She sat down and slowly pulled her skirt up. Not much, but enough to show her thighs, enough to give her room to reach down and touch herself. If there was anything that she could have done to make the general feel more encouraged, Sean didn’t know what it was. The orca’s pants were all but ripped in the front, throbbing, thrust forward by the big guy’s dick. It squirmed, too, which confirmed that he had something different from the humanoid dicks that Sean had been working with for a while. Time to go to work. He swayed his hips as he walked over to the big guy, running his hands along the military man’s thighs. He slowly dropped down to his knees, then moved to more of a squat, getting more comfortable with the cage resting against his cock. A single breath against that zipper brought a salty musk to his nose, a little headier and heavier than usual, but nothing that bothered him. He grinned as he worked his hands up the tight pants, running his fingers over the black fabric until they reached the zipper. “You got a name, General?” “Takus…Takus Miller.” “Good to meet you, General Miller. Now, let’s let your private out, shall we?” A quick zip, and the pink shaft popped out, wriggling from side to side like some great oversized serpent. It was big and wet, and the shiny pink thing throbbed visibly in the hotel room light. He gripped it right under the head, running his thumb up towards the urethra, and he was happy to feel a great deal of pre already running along his fingers. Yes, this Takus guy was more than ready for a good rut. “Shall we take this to the bed?” “Mmmph…suck it first, whore.” “Mmm, as you wish.” He smiled, dragging his tongue down to the base of the shaft, working from the bottom to the top. Unlike Richard’s cock, this one had more of a smoothness to it, but with something more than that. There was a feeling of pulsing need under it, something that had been missing save for at the vein lines for the rabbit. This was…mmm, this was something more bestial, something more concentrated and needy. The tip twisted back and forth, the orca’s cock curling around his finger as he held the shaft over his head. He licked from the bottom to the top in diagonal laps, going back and forth along that slight bulge that indicated where it would grow, throb, surge later when the cum came roaring free. He would need to watch that, know when to tease, know when to push, when to hold back. He worked up slowly, finally reaching the head. The general was huffing already, and in the background, there was a soft slicking sound, probably the wife getting her fingers damp in her pussy. He tuned that sound out of his head, focusing entirely on the dick that was about to go – “Mmmmm…” “Ah…ah…fuck…sorry…” The general had thrust forward almost before he was ready, and that big pink thing was pressed against his tongue, the head almost in his throat. And better still, he could see that the whole thing was twitching, nearly at the point of orgasm already. [i]What the hell, woman? Why wouldn’t you tend to this thing more often?[/i] The big shaft was musky, thick, and just as beautiful as he had imagined it to be. He stroked along the sides that were still outside his throat, slowly looking the general in the eyes. Takus looked like he was trying to figure out how to take it to the next level, whether he should pull back and wait or something else. Sean took the decision out of his hand. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly pushed forward. The head of that thick, squirming dick hit the back of his throat and then started going down, down, down, sliding further and further down his neck until he felt it starting to run towards his stomach. He pulled his hands back, resting them on his throat and making sure to really enjoy the feeling of it going deeper, deeper, and deeper still. It was soon pressed right against the bottom of his throat, and he had his lips in the gap of the orca’s pants. He smirked up at the big guy, winking at him, and then slowly pulled back. Takus panted, grunting under his breath, his hands twitching as they rested on Sean’s head. [i]Now, are you going to shove me down, or just rest them there?[/i] He reached the head of the shaft with no further shoving, no thrusting, nothing. He half-expected to lose his breath in a moment when he stopped sucking, but Takus seemed to be more focused on holding back and not blowing his load just yet than anything else. Well, Sean couldn’t have that. With a sudden bob, he went right back down to the base. Takus almost collapsed over him, holding him down there, and it only got worse for the big guy as Sean started swallowing. One slurp, one gulp. Then a second, and then a third, each time pulling at and milking that big dong. The orca grunted, his hips twitching, trying to fuck, but the fox was already down at the base of his cock. Sean had much experience with long dicks, and he knew just how to treat this one. He swallowed hard, always clenching down with the entire length of his throat, making sure that his tongue lifted up enough to add that same sort of suction and pressure in his mouth, as well. More to the point, he kept forcing himself to produce spit, giving a suction of liquid going down, making it feel more like a thing for the big orca. “Ah…ah…fuck…” The general was not holding it together well. Clearly, he had not had a good whore in some time. Sean could have taken it right then and there, forced the big guy over the edge and made him cum. It was a consideration for a moment, if only for the factor of time; he had been with a number of other men already, and he didn’t want to draw it out for too long. At the same time, he hadn’t had a proper orca cock for a long time… He decided to improvise. He pulled his head back slowly, the trembling hands of the general barely able to slow him down as he worked his way back to the tip. With his hands around the base, he squeezed tightly, putting pressure on just the right spots to keep an orgasm from happening. With his tongue… “AHHGH!” Well, with his tongue, he worked some magic. The orca general spasmed, twitched, and almost fell over no less than three times as he put his tongue to work right at the urethral opening. Every lick was hitting a spot that was extremely sensitive, encouraging it to go over the edge while his hands kept that from happening. Lick, lap, tease, flick. He kept it pointed right at him, holding it in a way that looked like it would get the orca off, but was really keeping the general right on the edge. Takus almost fell over by the time that the big guy finally got his act together. He grabbed Sean and threw him towards the bed, and the fox had a brief flying lesson before he hit the mattress. He was already naked, already half-hard in the chastity cage, and he grinned as he felt those big orca hands grabbing him by the hips, pulling him back and forcing a thumb between the cheeks. “You tease…you fucking tease.” “Going to give me what I need then?” he asked, looking over his shoulder. “Oh, you think you can take me, hmm?” “I think you want me to try.” “Heh…then show me…” Sean did just that, holding his tail up and grinding his ass back against that big, pink cock. The feeling of the heated tip, knowing that it was that close to climax, was just hotter than he could have imagined. He rolled his hips back, taking it into his hole, then pulling off, then teasing it back in. Rotating his hips to the side, he made sure to make it pop out of his hole, stretching his pucker once more before sliding down towards the midpoint. The teasing, the gentle riding, definitely was getting the orca all hot and bothered. He could feel just how much pre-cum he was dribbling, how much he was oozing right into his hole. It was hot and slimy and messy, and it was just what he wanted. Something messy and filling, something that was naughty and raunchy. This was his thing, and he loved it. Of course, he could only tease for so long before the general lost his patience, and after sliding back up to the tip for the third time in a minute, the orca yanked him down. The sudden feeling of being impaled was just what he wanted, and he groaned in pleasure at that sudden increase of friction and pressure on his prostate. Down at the base, the big guy was much thicker than he was at the tip, and it felt brilliant. As he felt that slippery head rubbing in his depths, flicking back and forth, spitting pre-cum like a country bumpkin would spit tobacco, he curled his toes in the sheets. This was the simple sort of pleasure that he loved, the feeling of being utterly fucked. It was so much better just enjoying these big things, getting by with his body sometimes. He didn’t have to think so much. He didn’t have to worry about how his plans were going to go. All he had to do was get fucked. And, of course, throw a little pleasure back at the big guy. He clenched hard, showing off just how much he could control his pucker, and the orca groaned. Takus pulled back and slammed in again, and again, each time rocking the bed so the headboard hit the wall. Each time that he hilted, the fox felt that sheer size grinding down in his prostate, making it harder and harder to ignore his own pleasure. His cock throbbed down, filling up the chastity cage further and further as the general got into a real rut. His cock tip hit the mesh, but the stinging feeling was almost pleasurable again, the feeling of near-release and the frustration that came with it. His balls swung side to side between his legs, almost hanging low enough to swing up and hit the cage itself. He was glad it didn’t, but fuck, he was getting big down there. So heavy. So full. So needy. [i]Gotta get the key. Gotta.[/i] He groaned under his breath as he was rutted, feeling his ass cheeks bouncing, shaking, clenching against that big cock. In and out, in and out, always bringing him closer and closer to that full pleasure, but never quite enough. That cage was so tight, so very painfully tight. He groaned under his breath as it went deep, then pulled out, then went deep again, feeling it bulging his guts in a way that few other cocks had. [i]Yes…full, so full…[/i] He moaned under his breath, rubbing his belly with one hand, feeling that fat orca dick going so deep, feeling it just under his flesh. Fuck, that was a good, long thrust, and he shivered as he realized just how much he was going to need to cum after this. [i]Can’t go too long. Gotta get off…gotta…get him…[/i] He shivered, feeling his legs going. He’d been getting fucked so hard today, and he was more tired than he realized. If he didn’t do something soon – A particularly hard thrust knocked him into the bed, and he groaned as he went face-down. Suddenly, he was lifted up, carried off the bed, held upright. He was made to turn and face the woman in the room, and he could see that she was helplessly fingering herself, alright, jamming her digits deep between her thighs. She didn’t take anything off, thankfully, but that was fine. He was getting her turned on by having her husband fuck him. That was satisfying. That was very satisfying. He groaned as he felt that cock go deep again, the orca carrying him slowly towards the window on the far side of the room. Sean gritted his teeth as the curtains were pulled apart, his cage pressed against the window. He knew that nobody would be able to see the orca behind him, that they would only see him getting fucked if they bothered to look up. Not that he imagined many would, but fuck. The idea was hot enough to justify the glass chill to his balls as he was pressed firmly against the window. “Mmmph…fuck…fuck…your ass…your ass is…fucking perfect…” “Maybe you should…tell me that…to my face…” “Mmmph…maybe I…should.” Schlick-pop! And just like that, the huge orca dick slid right out of him. He had to clench hard to keep from feeling like his insides were going to follow it out, but it felt so empty afterwards, so very empty. Even with all his muscle control, he could barely keep things where they were supposed to be, where they were made to be. He was turned in place, made to look back up at the general. Then, and only then, as that cock was just starting to slide into him, did he activate the lenses again. [i]Trance.exe.[/i] Takus froze, staring right at him, big pink dick half-inserted. Sean smiled as the slight resistance in the high-ranking general’s mind slipped away. He reached up, fishing the AEA glasses out of the general’s pocket, and tossed them onto the bed. “You don’t need those for now. Now, let’s see what you’ve got in there…” He slowly slid down that shaft, moving on his own accord until he was completely impaled. As he started working with the different programs that he needed in the general’s mind, he piloted them to the bed, leaving him on his back and the general looming over him. He idly put his dirty feet in the general’s face, pressing his toes against those black and white cheeks. “Your wife’s lucky to have you, but you should fuck her more when you’re not fucking me. I think she needs a little more attention.” “Mmmph…” “Just relax. I’m not doing anything that’s gonna hurt you.” “Mmmmph…nnngh…” Whatever the orca was trying to do to resist, it wasn’t really working. All he did was shift his position slightly, maybe giving a slightly different angle to how he was penetrating the fox. Sean shook his head, focusing on installing a few different directives, a few objectives, and one or two little fascinations. Foxes. Always fascinated with foxes. That was one of the big ones that he liked to put into those that he zonked out. It wasn’t an overall obedience to them, but more of a reaction that was akin to how one looked at their young. One was fascinated by them, as a general rule, and was more inclined to take care of them than punish them or hurt them. It was modified, of course, but it played off of that rule, and it kept his subjects focused on him from a natural fascination rather than because they were ordered to be. From there, he worked on ensuring that the general’s rank would be useful. A few orders to gather the Federal Guard and make sure that they were present for his little coup, a few orders regarding how to handle those that didn’t want to obey, and, most of all, a little twisted, hidden directive of how to deal with the Black Hats. [i]After all, Peter and Gerold aren’t the only ones here. Just because the big guy said that I’d have a week doesn’t mean that it will be completely without obstacles.[/i] It was little more than an impromptu firewall that he installed in the general’s head, a way of knocking the rabbits on the back foot if they tried to get into his mind. That would do something, at least, and for the first time, it would probably catch one of them. After that, though… Well, it was more of a way to buy him time than anything else, so that would have to do. With that installed, he finished converting the mind to be a little bit more loyal to him and broke eye contact. He picked up the AEA on the bed, slid backwards so that he was no longer impaled, and sat up with them in hand. “So, General Miller. What are your orders for tomorrow?” the naked fox asked. “To gather the Federal Guard, assemble at city hall, and see to it that Mayor Aston Decar is taken into custody.” “Correct. And if there are any reprisals from the crowd or the city council?” “To see to it that they are quelled.” “Excellent. Anything else?” “I am to ensure that four men with large cocks are available for the post-removal fucking.” “Not a direct order, but well understood, general.” He stretched his arms over his head, leaning back against the pillows at the headboard. His ass was still wet enough for fucking, well-lubed and stretched, but he was starting to really feel the consequences of the blue balls that he had been giving himself. The chastity fun was all but over. He needed something different. No. He needed something specific. He needed Paul. Gritting his teeth at the reminder of what he didn’t have, the fox turned his attention to the AEA. He identified them as a level 4, fairly high-level when it came down to it, and he focused the lenses on them. With a few little modifications to reprogram them, he ensured that they were no longer able to target him – he had removed himself from the registry of the glasses and from being able to have his own lenses targeted – and he made sure that there were a few traps for the Black Hats in the glasses, too. He put a little spiral program in there, too, just to keep the general well-tranced and conditioned, and tossed them back to the orca. Takus caught them without looking. “Fuck your wife. I’m going back to my room.’ “Yes, sir.” “And have fun.” # As he settled back in the penthouse, trying to focus more on the fact that he had made more than enough money to pay back the hotel – if he wanted – he found himself getting regularly distracted by the reminder that he still didn’t have Paul back. He wanted his brother. He needed him. [i]Dammit, Aston…[/i] This was all due to his father finding out what he’d done. If he hadn’t been so careless right at the start… No, this wasn’t something that he could blame himself for. Aston had been obsessive, exceedingly so, and he needed Sean in a way that was entirely unhealthy for him. That obsession had been enough to play off of, useful for a while, but it had also cost him his brother. And that… Well, that he couldn’t forgive. [i]Soon,[/i] he told himself as he stared up at the ceiling. [i]Soon. Soon I’ll have him back, and we can be together, and…[/i] It hit him all of a sudden that this was probably how Aston felt about him. He froze as he thought that, his eyes going wide, his fingers stiffening against the couch. “Oh…my…god…’ [i]Am I that much like him? Did I lose that much going through this? Am I that obsessed with –[/i] No, there was no way that he was that obsessed with Paul. All he had done was make incest okay. He hadn’t made it so that Paul had to stick with him…he didn’t think…had he? He had been good to his brother, giving him what he wanted, keeping him from feeling bad, making sure that he got everything that he needed. But was that what his father thought about their current master/slave relationship thing? Oh god, oh god. He was in a panic, he realized, starting to circle and cycle down. He needed something to break that, to think of something else, anything else. [i]What – what can I –[/i] There was an easy one, he realized. He had Paul’s number. He could call him. Getting to his feet, he ran to the bedroom and threw himself over the bed. He pulled the phone off the set, tapped the numbers, and held it to his ear. Two rings later, he heard Paul’s voice. “[i]Hey, who’s calling?[/i]” “Oh, just me.” “[i]Oh, hey. What’s up?[/i]” “Just…checking in.” “[i]Yeah, right. What’s up, slut?[/i]” He realized how much he wished that was being used in a more endearing way. The times that he’d been bought by his brother, the way that they were with each other while they were enjoying one another’s bodies, the way that they could just be so easy then…where was that? How did he get something like that back? No idea, but that didn’t mean that he had to stop talking. He rolled over, feeling like some girl on a call with her boyfriend, even though the boyfriend didn’t know that was what he was. “Just thinking of you, family. That kind of thing.” “[i]Thought you’d be thinking of dick. Aren’t you usually working right now?[/i]” “Sometimes. I got an early finish.” “[i]You? Finish early? Ha![/i]” “Yeah, well, you get enough rich guys lining up.” “[i]Rich clients, huh? You taking us anywhere special?[/i]” “I’d take you somewhere special…” “[i]What was that? Sorry, I thought I was hearing sap on the line.[/i]” “Fuck off,” he said with a small smile. There was something there, something that hurt him and made him feel better at the same time. Something good, something…something right about that voice on the other end of the line. It told him that there was a chance that this could all be better at the end of this, that they could have what they used to have. Paul still sounded like Paul. That was all that mattered. He pressed the phone tightly to his ear as he held his hand over his chastity cage. Another time, he would have been jerking off to this call, appropriate or not. As it was, he could only squeeze the cage over his sheath, feeling just how hard it was, feeling how much he wished he could touch himself. Frustration was horrible. Worst of all, it was clear that Paul had no idea that all this sexuality was waiting for him just on the other end of the line. If he did, he would have been hanging up, getting away as the hypnosis from Aston demanded. They would have been split apart again. So, Sean had to hold back all the real things that he wanted to say, and just have a normal conversation. Or at least, as normal as he could. “Sorry, I forgot. You can’t afford me,” he teased. “[i]Hey, I have standards. Unlike you.[/i]” “Yeah, standards that I’m too high to ever reach.” “[i]High on something, for sure.[/i]” “Oh, you looking in a mirror?” “[i]No, just listening to you get high on your own big-dick energy. Or was that the last client’s, slut?[/i]” “Heh…” He shook his head. As much as he felt oddly better from talking to his brother, he could feel the ache of not being able to have what he wished sneaking up behind it. If he didn’t do something, or end the call, he was going to end up crying, and then he would have to explain that to Paul. That wasn’t something that he was ready for. No matter how much he’d like to intimate with his brother, he knew better than to think that it would happen that easily, not until he took care of their father. “I gotta go.” “[i]That fast? Must be a hot guy waiting.[/i]” “You have no idea,” he muttered, remembering how hot Paul had been the last time that they’d been together. “But it’ll be fine. I’ll see you soon.” “[i]Yeah, sure. Gotta head out on a ‘date’ of my own, too.[/i]” “…Bye.” He hung up before there could be another response, a surge of jealousy rushing through him at the thought of some other whore getting his brother’s dick. God-fucking-dammit, that should not hurt so much as it did. As he rolled onto his side, facing away from the phone, a little shock caught him by the eye. He winced slightly at that, but when it came again, he realized that something was going on with the lenses. Sean sat up, pressing his hands to his head, trying to focus on them. There was a vague thing at the corner of his vision, something almost like the heads-up display that he had with the glasses. He focused on that, and something pinged in his brain, another shock running from his eyes to – “Owwwww…” He hissed as it buzzed in his ear, followed by a voice. “Sir. This is General Miller. I have finished my task.” “Great. Great for you. Why did you call this way?” “I didn’t know where else to find you.” “Yeah.” He winced, holding his hand to his head, every word coming through with a snap, crackle, and shock that hurt everywhere from his eyeball to his ear canal, and it was getting worse with each word. “Call the front desk and have them put you through. Sean Decar. Permission granted.” The call ended through the lenses, and he fell on his face again. The sheer pain that had come from that made it clear that there was still a good reason to have the glasses. They allowed communication in their own way and they didn’t HURT so much when they were doing something besides a general hypnosis. Mother-FUCKER that had hurt. The phone at the bedside started ringing, and he picked it up. No sooner had he picked up than the general continued. “As the new commanding officer, you should know my orders. I am here to apprehend the local Resistance and ensure that they are no longer a problem to the established regime. Federation forces are on standby to affect their removal from the area, and then see to their reeducation.” “…Really, now?” “Yes. Do you have any further commands on that front?” Sean was honestly tempted. Now that he had an official army on his side, that meant that he had a pretty good chance of holding this place, taking care of Paul, and dealing with Aston all on his own. It meant that he could just cut the loose ends that he had with the Resistance and see them gone, too, something that he wasn’t entirely opposed to. Idealists were a problem, and they were nothing short of that. Hell, some were right at the point of zealotry. At the same time, there might be some use there…and for all that they bothered him, they were still useful for one thing. They were a reminder of how people could be dissatisfied, and they could slide away from one’s rule. He needed that reminder, every now and then. “Do you have a location for them?” “Not yet, sir. We’re still searching.” “Continue searching, but do not move on them until you have authorization from me. Tell me when or if you find them.” “Yes, sir.” “Anything else?” “Just when I can actually finish with you, sir.” “Three days.” “That’s a while.” “I have a long client list. Enjoy your wife, general.” He hung up, turning his attention back to the ceiling. A good day, overall, though with a few disappointments towards the end. That said, he was nearing the end of the road. He was so close to getting what he wanted now, and all he needed was to get his father out of the way. When that was done, everything else would be simple. Everything else would be… Sean closed his eyes, rubbing his face before pulling a pillow over and jamming it down over his muzzle. A quick scream later, he rolled over and flopped himself into bed. It was time for sleep. Time to dream. Time to fucking forget about the day and hurry on to the next one where things would be better. Hopefully. [i]I’m going to take you down, father. I’m going to take you, and I’m going to put you in the deepest, darkest prison cell I can find, and then I’m going to make you understand what you took from me…because I’m going to take me from you…I’m going to take me from you, and your dream, and everything else. And from now on, you’ll be all alone…powerless…helpless…[/i] He hoped that it would go that way. He really did. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Sean takes his fun with the general, and puts himself in the perfect position for his own coup. Tags: M/M, orca, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cuckolding, anal, oral, blowjob, series, dystopia, mind control, body control, pre-cum, deepthroat, chastity cage,