[b][u][center]The Mind Control Conspiracy
Chapter 23
Sponsored by DuskCypher
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








Another day dawned, and Sean looked out the windows of the penthouse with a stare more determined than usual. After a day of planning and a day of rest, he felt recharged, focused, and ready to take charge of things again. Today, he was going to take his father [i]down.[/i]

The naked fox rolled out of bed, shaking his head as he stretched. He showered, then wrapped himself in a bathrobe to finish drying. A quick phone call got a taxi arranged for his trip to city hall. It was the second call that took longer, but it ensured that Richard, his partner, Peter, and Gerold would be ready for whatever happened once this confrontation hit its peak. Richard assured him that he’d be there, and more to the point, that the other rabbits would do what they were told. The third and final call, directed to General Miller, was short and to the point, making sure that the Federal Guard would be at city hall shortly after he arrived for crowd control. 

Less than an hour after he’d woken up, the whole stage was set. All he needed to do was show up and handle the city council. 

[i]It’s happening.[/i]

It almost felt unreal that he was this close to not just throwing off his father’s yoke of slavery, but also taking more than he had ever imagined doing. He had started as someone just trying to find out what the system behind the stupidity of his classmates was, and now, he was taking advantage of that system to take over. Who would have thought that he, a little whore, would get to this point?

He leaned back on the couch, looking at the deactivated tv screen across the room as he crossed his arms over his chest. It felt…weird. He felt weird. Disconnected, almost, like he was the only thing that wasn’t part of the system. Maybe that was because, in some way, he was. He had never been inducted into it like everyone else. He was the only one that had a sense of true free will, and he knew just how it could be used. 

Even the Resistance didn’t know what actual free will was like. They were still directed, drugged, pushed in different ways, even though they were not nearly as often under the effect of the AEA as the rest of the population. They were still directed, still owned, still pushed to be what the people at the top wanted them to be, just…less obviously. 

[i]And I’m able to be who I want…I’m the only truly selfish person in the world on my level…[/i]

Sean shook his head. That was an interesting way of looking at it, he supposed, something that he hadn’t considered. Of all the people that were acting as slaves, he was the only one that was doing what he wanted, working for himself, and in that way, he really was the only selfish person. Everyone else was essentially self-less, working for the machine, working for the system. 

[i]Selfish is what you’re told not to be, but…this is the only way for me to be…[/i]

Funny, really. Almost funny enough to make one laugh. 

Ring, ring. The phone caught his attention and he picked it up. 

“Hello?”

“Your taxi is here, sir.”

“Thank you. I’ll settle up the bill on the way down.”

Hanging up, he got to his feet and stretched again. One more naked ride, one more show-off trip, and then, this would be done. 

#

The taxi ride was as simple as the first one had been. A driver that didn’t expect a naked passenger was conditioned to be happy with it, and by the time that they arrived at the steps to city hall, there was nothing that the driver wouldn’t have done for him. The big wolf would have come to the backseat and fucked him hard all day long if he had asked, forgetting the fact that he had other fares that he needed to collect. 

Sean didn’t ask for that. He just passed payment that was twice what the trip was worth through the window and stepped outside. The wolf driver watched him as he walked up the steps, and he didn’t blame the driver for that. It was certainly a show. 

The crowd turned to stare at him, their eyes going wide at the sight of a naked male ascending the steps. Sean felt so…strange, still. He felt so disconnected, like he almost wasn’t there. Was this some sort of state of shock? Was this something that had been done to him? He didn’t know. All he knew was that it was a surreal, almost drugged feeling, and he smiled as he walked up the steps regardless. 

One, two, three, four, five. He picked up the pace, his bare feet finding the stones and the flat spots, the cracks and the little dents and marks of wear and tear over the years. He heard phone calls that were going to the police, telling them that there was some freak in the nude climbing the step to city hall. That would be handled. He would be fine. 

He reached the top of the steps as a security guard walked up to him. He felt like GOD as he turned to look the lanky maned wolf in the eye, freezing him in place. 

“Let me in.”

The maned wolf did just that, the leggy canine opening the door and standing out of the way. He smiled, patting the big guy on the crotch before stepping inside. 

He knew the way to the city council chambers. His father wouldn’t be there yet. The new mayor Aston Decar would be sleeping in, celebrating his victory over the other mayor, enjoying himself. He wouldn’t be in the building before noon, wouldn’t even be thinking of doing anything regarding ruling the city before at least eleven. He had time. He had time. 

Flat, smooth tile underfoot cooled his mind, but only slightly. Clerks and officials stared at him as he walked by, the clinking of his chastity cage a constant reminder of how lewd he must have looked. The occasional security guard would make an approach, and he would glance at them, and they would leave him alone. The lenses made him almost all-powerful compared to all these minor individuals, these low-level, low-power people. God would have looked down on him and envied him for the power that he had over their minds. 

Eventually, he stood before the doors to the council. The naked fox rested his hands on the double wooden doors and pushed, slowly thrusting them inwards. The council, made up of no less than seven men, stood up instantly. Their eyes went wide at the sight of him, but only one of them looked at him with any sort of familiarity. 

Thalen, the eagle educator from the university and the newest member of the city council after a few of his father’s rearrangements, looked at him in shock. Sean smiled. 

“Hello, Professor Thalen.”

“Sean? What is the meaning of this?”

“Just a little rearranging of power. Nothing to worry about.”

“Sean. I must insist that you tell me what’s going on.” 

The eagle’s hand was moving to his pocket, probably reaching for his particular AEA. Sean just smiled and met the former professor’s eyes. 

The minute that they exchanged a glance, the other male stiffened up, then went limp was trance was almost instantly achieved. The other members of the council stared in shock, one of them reaching for his glasses as well – 

“Ah ah.”

Sean held up his hand, shaking his head. 

“I didn’t say that you could do that.”

“…What is the meaning of this, Mr. Decar?” one of the other councilors, a rat, asked. “This is…most irregular.”

“Really? So’s the day. I think that it fits just fine. Professor – I’m sorry, that’s no longer accurate. Headmaster, if I could borrow your chair?”

The eagle nodded dumbly, moving back a few paces and allowing Sean the space to walk to the chair on the left side of the round table. The fox sidled over, tapping a few of the councilors on the shoulder as he approached, and then taking his comfortable seat. He crossed his legs under the table, looking from one member of the city council to another, careful never to quite meet their eyes. 

“I’m here because there is going to be a transition today.”

“From what to what, Mr. Decar?” the rat asked. 

“From my father to me.”

“That’s not happening.”

“Oh? I think you’ll find it is.”

“I don’t know how you managed to control Council Thalen, but –”

Sean looked the rat in the eye, and the words stopped flowing. The rodent stiffened, sliding back in his chair. [i]Trance.exe[/i] had begun, and it had ended just as abruptly with a command to be quiet, to go to sleep, to be un-present. The rat slumped down, almost falling out of his chair before the arms caught him. 

“That’s two of you,” Sean said, looking around at the remaining five. “I can do this all day, if I have to.”

“…How?” a dolphin councilor whispered. “How did you do that?”

“Suffice to say that I have my ways.”

“The Black Hats –”

“Are effectively my lapdogs at the moment. They will do as I tell them to.” Sean leaned back in his chair, folding his hands on his lap just behind his chastity cage. “My father has made several errors, and I have been empowered to do what I like to deal with him.”

That got their attention. Clearly, Aston hadn’t gotten around to securing the loyalty of everyone on the council, at least, not past ensuring that they wouldn’t vote him out. His father had been so focused on getting the mayor removed that he hadn’t gotten all his ducks in a row past that. 

It was going to cost him. 

Sean shrugged as they looked back at him after muttering among themselves. The dolphin opened his mouth – 

“It doesn’t matter how irregular this is. You are all high-enough ranking to know what the Black Hats are. You all know what it means when they get involved. Someone…has broken the rules.”

“…”

“That someone, in this case, is my father. He has broken the chain of command. He has done several things that are above your paygrade to know, and has managed to put a target on his back. What you see of me, right here, right now, is something that he is responsible for.”

“Incest?” another councilor, a frog, asked. 

“Forced,” Sean half-lied. “And more than that. His abuses of power run the gamut, to the point of attempting to infiltrate and control the Black Hats themselves.”

The whole room was silent. He was lying, telling a story, but the act was no different to what he would have done with a client in his old job. Every whore in the world knew how to tell the story that their clients wanted to hear, how to become the person that fit the fantasy that they wanted to go through. His father’s meteoric rise to power had been suspect for some time, had never sat well with the city council. They were doubtlessly suspicious of everything that had happened with the deposing of the former mayor, and that meant that they wanted to have an excuse to go after his father. All he had to do was provide that excuse. 

He leaned back in the chair again, folding his hands a little higher. The rest of the council remained silent, not quite able to look away from him. All the better, really. He needed their focus, their attention. The more that they were entranced with him, the less that they were thinking about the holes in the story. 

“I was already poking around, looking at things that the Black Hats were interested in. My father…was aware of my proclivities for other men, how I sold myself, but he was never aware of just why I did it.”

“You were an agent,” the dolphin whispered. 

“Yes.”

“And now…”

“Now, I’m here to give you a choice. Are you going to stand with my father’s abuse of power, his breaking the chain of command, and his disobedience to the Federation…or are you going to stand with an agent that’s been put here to make things right?”

The fox knew just what he had here. They were all scared, all looking for a way out of being blamed for what had happened. Again, he had given them just what they needed to avoid time in prison. 

[i]I was born for this,[/i] Sean thought as the councilors gradually came to the same conclusion. [i]I was born to manipulate people. Good thing I enjoy it.[/i]

He didn’t even have to hypnotize most of them. The five that were still sober each nodded. Some did it quickly, some slowly, but he had a five to two majority in the council for those that were willing to support him. When he woke the rat back up – with a bit of sneaky reprograming in the process – he had that vote, as well. Thalen would give him what he wanted as soon as he woke, too. 

“Splendid. It’s so good when we’re all of one mind…or possibly fewer.”

The joke got a weak laugh. Their fear of him was palpable, and he knew for a fact that he’d need to do something to take care of that. After all, they were his supporters, and they needed to be on his side. If they weren’t, then all it would take would be someone with a level 2 or level 1 set of AEA coming here to take them from him. Assurances or no assurances, he was not going to take that chance. 

“Now, let’s have a quick one to one so you know what’s expected of you. You.” He pointed at the dolphin as he got to his feet. “Come with me. The rest of you, wait here.”

#

One by one, he programmed the various members of the city council. It was a simple set of commands rather than a complicated set of orders. They were more of a list of robotic laws than they were a full set of personality changes. Asimov had had that right; the fewer laws, the better, just to keep them from contradicting with one another. 

First, they would ensure that harm that he was or was not aware of would not befall him. A command would not be necessary; they would tell him of any danger that he was in that they were aware of, and work to ensure that it did not befall him. 

Second, they would follow all orders given by him that did not interfere with the first rule or put them in immediate danger of death. 

Third, they would cease to feel shame at any fulfillment of the first or second rule, and instead feel pleasure at the accomplishment that they had achieved by following the orders that he gave. 

It was a bit different to the rules of robotics, but it should suffice to ensure their loyalty. By the time that they were all seated at the council table again, Sean felt that all was right with the world. 

As a matter of fact, he was feeling more…himself. It felt like he had finally settled into the moment, as if that distant, shocked feeling had finally faded. Unlike before, he felt like he was set up for war, for one final confrontation. By now, his father would have arrived at city hall, and more than likely, he would have heard something about the naked fox wandering around the building. If he didn’t already know it was his own son, then he would at least have suspicions that it was, and questions of what was going on. 

A phone rang, and Thalen picked it up. The eagle pressed it to his ear and then held it out. 

“It’s for you,” he said. 

Sean took it and immediately recognized Richard’s voice. He smiled. 

“Good to hear from you. What’s going on?”

“Hell.”

“How bad?”

“Your father’s gathered up both Peter and Gerold, and he’s attempting to turn them back to his side.”

“He’s not going to succeed.”

“Are you [i]sure[/i] about that?”

“…Pretty sure.”

“Sure enough to risk it?”

“Yes. Anything else?”

“I’m not going to be there.”

“And why’s that?”

“Mayoral orders. I’m to keep an eye on citizens on the outside and ensure that they don’t storm the gates. I can’t do anything about the Federal Guard that you’ve pulled in, but I have to stop any other people that you may have conquered.”

Well, that was unfortunate, but he hadn’t been expecting Richard to be part of the conquest. It would have been helpful, but he knew better than to count on the enforcement system supporting someone else in a take-over. It was a miracle that he had managed to secure a promise that they would just stand aside. 

Still…mayoral order. 

“Is this an official order to the Black Hats, or just a side effect of a general order to this extent?”

“The latter.”

“Then I can handle this.”

“You’re confident today.”

“I’m going to take back my life today. No more waiting around. No more being pushed down by him. No. More.”

“Good luck, little slut.”

“Oh, I don’t need luck.”

Click. He handed the phone back to Thalen, and then crossed his hands over his lap, staring with as much smugness as he could muster at the far doors. He wanted his father to see him looking cocky, confident, even arrogant. 

Finally, the doors came crashing in, and just as he expected, his father, dressed in his fanciest suit and tie, stepped in. Behind him were Peter and Gerold, and behind them – 

Paul. 

Sean froze the smile on his face hard, knowing that it would start slipping the minute that he allowed any of his self-control to fade. His father had done the one thing that he could that might tilt the balance of power in his favor: he’d brought a hostage. Smart. Very smart. And something that he should have expected, but he’d been so busy getting everything else set up that he had forgotten to account for something like that. 

[i]Dammit…well-played, Aston, well-played.[/i]

His father narrowed his eyes, and he forced himself to smile back at the older fox. He spread his arms. 

“Hello, Aston. Or should I say mayor?”

“What…are…you…doing?” 

His father’s voice was dripping with rage. Good. That meant that the older fox was fighting to keep himself under control, which meant that there was the possibility of a mistake. That was for the best. He could play on that. Sean chuckled, pushing himself back from the table and standing up. 

“Oh, you know, just taking something I wanted. Just like you did with getting the whole mayorship thing.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I already ensured that nobody here would talk. Not without my permission, at least.”

The older fox had his glasses in hand, the AEA just a second away from being worn. Sean glanced past him at the rabbits – both of which were slightly glassy-eyed behind their own glasses – and then at Paul. 

Paul was dead to the world, completely zonked out. Obviously his father didn’t want his other son to be aware of what was going on, didn’t want him to know that there was this sort of fight going on. That meant that there was some serious control being held, though, which he’d need to be careful of. 

“So, you don’t need to worry about them,” Sean said. “Not yet. You need to worry about me.”

“You told me that you were on vacation.”

“Oh, I was. Vacation from you. Vacation from the work that you’re making me do. Vacation from the death threats and abuse and everything else that you were planning.”

“I wasn’t going to kill you.”

“No? Could have fooled me with all the times that you threatened me with it. ‘I can’t decide whether to kiss you or kill you.’ Does that ring a bell?”

His father’s cheeks burned with obvious rage, and if it wasn’t for the fact that there was a large table between them, he was pretty sure that his sire would have leaped across the room and started choking him. As it was, it gave him the opportunity to examine both rabbits, checking through their AEA with a glance in either direction. It probably made him look rather nervous, he supposed, but that was good. Let his father be confused, wonder if he was confident or not. That would make this confrontation that much more one-sided in his favor. 

The glasses were programmed, alright, but not to actually do much in the way of obedience. The two of them were basically being piloted, pushed forward by shocks to the head. If he could disable that function – 

“I was never…going…to kill you.”

“Oh? I guess the choking and the threats to do just that if I disobeyed you were all for show, then?”

“You love the abuse, you fucking slut…”

“Oh, sure. Call the one you obsess over a slut. Sure, forget the fact that you took everything away from me. Forget the fact that you blackmailed me with killing my own brother if I didn’t give you what you wanted. Oh, father. I might be a whore, but you’re the one that tried to be a pimp. By the way, you’re REALLY bad at it.”

Hacking the glasses with lenses that were designed to hack minds wasn’t easy, but once he managed to switch the default from trance.exe to something more suitable for machines, it went fairly smoothly. Fucking hurt, though. The lenses were obviously miniaturized and focused entirely on the hypnotizing and programming of people, and they were overheating against his eyes, making them water and leaving his head aching with the shocks that came through. 

[i]Just a little more,[/i] he thought, allowing the tears to play into the act, letting himself become a little histrionic. Click. The shocks stopped in Peter’s glasses, and he glanced at Gerold, doing the same thing. [i]Fucking HELL this hurts…[/i]

“You…you have no idea how much…how much this mattered to me. All you cared about was yourself,” he said, putting some emotion in his voice, trying to sound like he was as broken-up as his tears implied that he was. “Do you know what it feels like…to have someone that’s supposed to be there for you…just…not be?”

“…”

“Do you know how much I hate you now?” 

“Do you know how little I care about this little act of yours?”

Aston’s cutting words would have hurt, but the current migraine – almost literally, a current of electricity causing a migraine – was more than sufficient to basically shut that feeling down. He groaned, rubbing his eyes as the second click of release told him that Gerold was no longer controlled. 

“What gave it away?”

“Emotion, Sean. You’ve never cared that much for me.”

“Well, it was worth a try.”

“I don’t know what you’re up to, but this ends now. Perhaps I will get you back later, if these two remain obedient. However, from now on, you are the Black Hats’ problem, not mine.” The older fox gestured. “Take him away.”

Neither of the rabbits moved. Aston turned, his fingers tapping the frames of his AEA glasses. 

“I said, take him away!”

“That’s not going to work,” Sean said, shaking his head. “Heh…nothing that you have is going to work anymore.”

“What…what did you do?!” Aston pulled his glasses up, pushing them onto his nose and looking at him. “What did you do?!”

“Did you forget? You can’t take me with those,” he said with a smile. “I’m not in the system.”

“You… you…”

“And I don’t need glasses anymore.”

“…”

“And one more thing.” 

He snapped his fingers. The two rabbits stepped forward, each one grabbing one of his father’s arms. The shock on Aston’s face was all the better when Gerold ripped the older fox’s glasses off and he was left bare-faced. Sean walked over to him, patting him on the cheek. 

“I’m so looking forward to seeing how [i]you[/i] do when someone else is in charge. Like I said…you were never that good at it.”

“You…you…Sean. You can’t do this. I’m your father.”

“You just said that I never cared.”

“Yes, but I did! I saved you, dammit!”

“For your own needs.”

“I – you loved what I did to you!”

“Did I?”

“You…”

He glanced down at the chastity cage, and Aston smiled. The older fox lowered his voice, leaning in. 

“You know what you are, and you know that nobody else can be good enough for that. You’re a slut. A whore. You [i]need[/i] someone that can tell you what to do…that can use you properly…You know I can do that. You know I can hit your buttons like nobody else. What are you going to do without me? What are you going to do without someone that can get you off? Or are you just going to pretend that you didn’t love being treated like the cum-catcher that you are, deep down inside? You’re my vixen…”

“…Are you done?”

“…What?”

Aston blinked as Sean shook his head, walking around his father and stopping in front of Paul. His blank-eyed brother still didn’t register anything that was going on around him, and he shook his head as he ran his hands down his older brother’s sides, down his hips, right down to his crotch. He cupped Paul’s balls, leaning against the older, more muscular fox. 

“Sean! Stop this!”

“I never wanted you. I tolerated you,” he muttered. “Because it was what would keep Paul safe.”

“You loved what I did!”

“My body did. I didn’t.”

“You’ll never have what you need if you put me away. I swear, you will never, ever get your brother back.”

Sean slowly turned around, fixing his father with a stare. The lenses felt like they were on their last legs, but in that moment, it felt like he could have used them to rip Aston’s mind right out through his eyeballs. The thought of doing just that, of leaving his father a gibbering, braindead mess of his former self was so tempting that he almost gave into it right then and there. 

But no. There were other things that he could do with the lenses. He still needed to put out a message of who was taking over and why. He still needed to fix Paul. He still needed to do so much more than he already had. Maybe he could get more lenses from his contacts, maybe not. Maybe the glasses would be better, maybe not. But he knew that these lenses worked, and he had pushed them harder than he should. 

[i]Careful. Careful. You have almost everything. Don’t blow it because you gave in to being emotional.[/i]

“Take him away.”

The rabbits did as they were told, the Black Hats stepping into the hallway. A sudden surge of energy that he was barely conscious of told him that they had been teleported away, pulled out of the city, more than likely, or at the very least, further from city hall. He wondered if the big boss of the Black Hats would actually do something with his father. At any rate, the other fox was gone, and that just left him with the council and with his brother. 

He didn’t bother looking away from Paul. Instead, he rested his hand against his brother’s cheek, slowly shaking his head. 

“Sir?”

Thalen. He sighed. 

“You will forget anything that I do with Paul. Understand?”

“…Yes, sir.”

“I want you to arrange a press conference. Two – no, four hours from now. Make sure that it broadcasts to the city only.”

“That’s…very local. Any reason?”

[i]I don’t want to spread the command too thin. I don’t want people tuning in from outside the city and causing authority-recognition problems outside of my official zone of influence. I barely have a treaty going with the big boss now, and I don’t want to fuck with it.[/i]

Those were the real reasons. What he said was: 

“I want to keep it intimate. Just us. Make it happen.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you.”

He took a deep breath. His eyes were still watering, mostly from the pain that the lenses had caused. Making a mental note to take them out when he finally had the chance to fix Paul and get back to what they had, he took his brother’s hand. It was a shaky movement, and he couldn’t quite bring himself to curl his fingers properly around Paul’s, but he still managed to hold his hand. 

“Come on,” he whispered, and his brother followed. 

They went to a back room, somewhere past the council chamber, somewhere well past the official rooms of power where everyone worked and into the area where the secretaries finished up their work after-hours when everyone else dumped the last-minute paperwork on them. The room was small, filled with little filing cabinets pressed against the walls, and with so much dust in the air that he sneezed as soon as he stepped inside. 

It didn’t bother him. All that mattered was that he and Paul were finally alone again. He looked up at his brother’s face, using his thumbs to gently stroke the eyelids down to hide that glazed-over expression. He saw the face of someone that had known how to treat him just right, to give him that dommy bit while also starting to give him that affection that only brothers could really do right. 

[i]Am I obsessed?[/i] he wondered, looking at his brother’s mouth, at his closed eyes, at the way that he chuffed occasionally rather than breathing normally. [i]Probably…probably. Do I care…not as much as I should…[/i] 

But more than his father. He leaned forward, resting his head against his older brother’s chest, and he sighed. 

First, to fix him. And then…then to figure out the rest. 










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

Summary: Sean finally takes the fight to his father and attempts to get his brother back. For once, not that much sex. 

Tags: M/solo, M/M, groping, mind control, nudity, chastity cage, incest, series, dystopia, sci-fi, conquest, control, romance, obsession,