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The Mind Control Conspiracy Chapter 3: Abusing Power Sponsored by Asbeoth By Draconicon

The night was long under his brother's 'attentions,' and Sean was surprised at just how well the other fox was able to dominate him. Of course, he was always the one in charge, but the fact that he was able to just enjoy himself, to allow someone else to take charge, and know that his kinks would be not only respected, but embraced? That was something new, rare, and definitely to be enjoyed.

When the sun poked through his brother's window, Sean met it with a glare before lowering his gaze to the alarm clock on the nightstand. 7 AM, plus a few minutes. Not bad, really. He shifted -

"Nnngh..."

Only to feel Paul's knot in his ass grinding down on his prostate. Not the first time that he'd felt a client do that after a fun session, but it was the first time that it had happened in his own house. He shook his head, pushing back to feel that knot rubbing against his prostate, pushing his morning wood that little bit higher.

Glasses, he remembered, reaching out for the nightstand. His fingers brushed against the frame, then tightened around one end of them, dragging them back. As soon as he pushed them against his forehead, he felt the familiar shock from the day before and grumbled.

Right...that...

He let the shock fade, the discomfort soon gone as the glasses started feeding him information. Probably stuff that the assistant librarian needed to know back at the college, the morning orders, or something along those lines. Updates to the software in the glasses seemed to be creeping down as well, which was all to the good. He didn't want his equipment to suddenly go worthless because it had an unpatched hole.

Paul groaned behind him, the older fox nuzzling into the back of his neck. It didn't bother him, nor did the arm that wrapped around him. His brother was probably still in the grips of a good dream, particularly with the additional evidence of his dick twitching inside of his ass.

Shaking his head, Sean forced himself to think of what he needed to do today. Paul was still signed up for the military, and that meant that he had to find a way to get his brother out of that. The war had been going on for decades now, and whatever the Federation wanted out of it was never going to happen. Maybe all the other students at college, all the other guys that fell into trance believed that it might, but him? No. No war lasted this long and gave anyone what they wanted at the end of it.

That meant that he had to get his brother out before he was officially called up. He had glasses that could control someone's mind, and that meant that he had an advantage. Maybe, maybe, he would be able to use them to get Paul out of his agreement.

But first, he needed to find out just what he could do with them.

He felt his brother's knot throbbing for a few more minutes before it started to shrink, and as soon as it was small enough to slide free of, he popped it out. A slight wince crossed his face as he felt the huge thing slide free, reminding him of how much he had taken it the night before, but it wasn't too bad. The fox slid out of bed, landing on his feet and looking over his shoulder.

Paul was definitely spent. His older brother had gone hard, probably draining his balls more than he ever did with his usual whores. Sean made a mental note to get names from his brother later, just to make sure that the street-dicks didn't come around and start horning in on his action again.

After all, he had a steady stream of cash, now. Why let someone else get part of the action when it should all go to him?

Shaking his head, he walked around the room, collecting his clothes. His underwear was still clean enough to wear another day, though the tight shorts would need replacing. They were a bit ripped, and he needed something more respectable today, anyway. Sean threw the dirty clothes over his shoulder and left the room, giving his brother space to snooze. He didn't forget the cash, though.

As soon as he was back in his own room, he tossed the dirty stuff in the corner. The g-string went back on, the slippery back sliding between his ass cheeks and the satin pouch in front lifting his balls and supporting them nicely. He tucked his cock down, making sure that the bulge was reasonably visible, and then started looking through his closet for something that was a little bit more respectable.

There wasn't much to choose from, considering his unofficial job, but there was a decent button-up shirt - one that he had used for a secretary fantasy for one client, as a matter of fact - as well as a nice pair of dark jeans. Dark enough to look like slacks, if someone didn't look too closely.

Or if someone was blind, he supposed.

He pulled them all on, shaking his head as he looked at himself in the mirror. Respectable was not a look that a whore really did well in, but at least he didn't look bad. He could work with that. He had to work with that.

Paul was his brother. They might have been a bit distant, but they'd both grown up with a father that was incredibly distant as he worked himself into political campaign after political campaign. Whether or not they liked it each other hadn't mattered. All that mattered was that they were there for one another.

When he'd been in elementary school and Paul had been in high school, there'd been more than one day when his brother had met him at the bus stop. Not to walk him home, but to punch out the asshole that had been hurting him at school.

When he'd gotten into high school, Paul had been there to show him the ropes and make it clear that nothing was gonna happen to the 'pipsqueak' that the older brother didn't approve. It had been a weird, almost abusive sort of thing in its own right, but it had been something that kept them together.

He wasn't going to allow the Federation and its Black Hats and its controlling ways take one of the few good things in his life away from him. He wasn't.

Sean shook his head as he pulled on a pair of shoes rather than sandals, forcing his feet into them and grumbling at yet another constriction. If he thought he would be taken seriously, he would have taken his normal clothes, his tight, advertising whore clothes, and gone barefoot to town. It was good to get other people staring at him, curious about what he offered, but for this?

No. He needed to be respectable, and he would be.

Giving one more look back down the hall at his brother's room, making sure that he was still sleeping, Sean left the house. He had a bus to catch.

The glasses were surprising useful, and they seemed to have a different effect on different people. The bus driver linked with the trance program almost immediately, giving the fox the chance to get on the vehicle for free, but the other people on the bus - students, workers, etc. - were a bit harder to snare. The construction workers seemed to have a bar over their profile images, saying that they were off-limits, while the students seemed to have a delay built into their links.

And the fact that not many of them were willing to hold eye contact on the bus didn't help, either. They were always looking somewhere else, turning around and talking to other people rather than looking his way.

Sean grumbled, but at least he knew that the glasses worked on some people. The new information, the barring of control, was good to have, too. It meant that his glasses wouldn't affect everyone, either because they belonged to someone that was too low-level, or because those workers were assigned to someone with a specific pair.

It was information, and information was good.

The bus took him right into the center of town, depositing him in the town square. It wasn't a particularly beautiful square, considering the fact that the buildings on all sides were made of gray concrete and there were few windows that weren't barred, but it did have the statues that many other town squares had in the history books. Admittedly, they were mostly of authoritarian figures that were pointing off towards a vague future, but that was better than having it be completely empty.

"Right...let's see what we can do in a restaurant..."

Like anywhere else that was a public gathering place, the town square had a recruitment office for the military. The Federation made sure that those popped up everywhere, nearly as much as coffee-shops did, and he was pretty sure that was the one that Paul had signed up at. That said, he didn't want to push his luck after finding out that his glasses weren't all-powerful. He needed to make sure that he tested their limits, first.

So, a restaurant on the other side of the square seemed a good place to start. Something slightly larger than a café, but smaller than a large-scale chain. A burger joint, yeah. That would do.

The fox walked in, getting the attention of a waiter as he made his way to one of the booths on the far side of the building. He sat down, his head down as he picked up a menu, but he kept looking around the building out of the corner of his eyes.

Not too many here...couple of students, a couple of high school graduates on a date...

It seemed like a safe enough place to pull a couple of experiments. It wouldn't come back to bite him in the ass, at least, and the door was close enough that he could pull a runner if it didn't work out.

Despite himself, he felt rather excited at the prospect of seeing what else his glasses could do. He smiled, his heart pounding in his chest as he folded the menu down and put it back on the table, just in time for the waiter to approach.

He looked up, admiring the physique of the orca male. He was a big guy, probably a bit over seven feet in height, and while he had a gut, it was the sort of gut that you saw on sports players that were between games, when they were relaxing and not training nearly as hard as they normally were. There was enough muscle behind it to keep him rather appealing, too, and he had the size that usually suggested that there'd be plenty of stuff down below.

Before the waiter opened his mouth, the glasses were already going to work, checking him out, looking through his profile in the databases. In seconds, Sean had the information displayed on his side of the lenses.

_ James Marlow. Recent graduate of local university. Working to save up money for an interview and try-out for the city football team. Slated to be kept here. Reason: Labor workers in short supply. _

A pity, he supposed, but interesting information. He tried to listen to the big guy at the same time that he read through the information.

"...onions and truffle, if you want something fancy," James said as he got to the end of the specials. "You want that, or you need a little more time with the menu?"

"I think I'm about ready to order."

Initiating the _ Trance.exe _ program, he leaned back in his seat as the bar started filling up, progress being made quickly. The orca didn't show any signs of being taken over, but the data on the glasses hadn't lied before. The waiter nodded, pulling up a tablet.

"What'll you have?"

"Hmmmm..."

He tapped his chin as if he was legitimately considering an order, but he was more focused on the other things that were popping up on the lenses. Fetishes, sexual history, criminal history, and more were being fed to him at a rapid rate, some of it being forced right into his brain through the electrical signals at the base of the glasses. It took more effort to hide the discomfort from the sparks than it did to do anything else.

Finally, the trance bar finally filled, and he smiled.

"I want to see something meaty."

"Meaty, sir?"

"Why don't you take out that dick of yours, and let me see if that's good enough to fill a footlong sandwich."

"Uh, sir, that's not the right restaurant for that. We could..."

Sean tapped his glasses, going through the different menu items. Eventually, in the programmable trances, he found it.

_ Exhibitionist.exe uploading. _

The orca suddenly went stiff, and it was clear that the program was being shoved right into his head. Sean smiled the whole time, making sure to keep himself looking as natural as possible. After all, one didn't know if the Black Hats had any agents around, and he didn't want to fuck with them if he didn't have to.

Click. The program was uploaded, and the orca smiled.

"You want to see something meaty, huh?"

"I wouldn't say no. And I believe I said that I wanted that already."

"Well, the customer is always right, I suppose. Here."

The orca put the tablet on the table, then reached for his zipper. Sean felt his breath catch in his throat, hardly believing that this was happening. He had imagined that the glasses did have this sort of control, hoped for it, but now -

There it was. The orca pulled his cock out of his pants, the humanoid shaft long and fat, even though it was soft. The head was covered by a thick foreskin, too, one that looked like it would be fun to pull down and play with, one that would trap a great deal of the musky scent that he loved so much.

Sean reached out, only to have his hand grabbed before he could touch it. He blinked, looking up.

"Ah ah. We only show off here, sir. If you want to touch, that'd require a different sort of establishment."

More limitations, he thought with annoyance. Still, it was better to know that here rather than in the other, more dangerous places. If he was going to do something stupid, better that it happen when he wouldn't be getting arrested.

"I suppose you're right. Why don't you show me the limits of what I can have here, hmm?"

"Heh, I could do that. What do you want to see, huh?"

"I want to see some hot meat. Why don't you shake that thing around until it gets nice and hard, hmm?"

It was a bit of a gamble, considering that it was straddling the line between exhibitionism and actual prostitution, but he had to press that line. He had to see what he could get away with and what he couldn't.

And seeing James grin told him that he had picked the right thing. The orca took a step back from the table, and then spread his legs a bit further, allowing his cock to flop down, his heavy black and white balls to sway forward and back as he let his pants fall down. The big waiter reached down, cupping his sack, pushing it forward, and the soft smell of musk that came off his equipment was more than enough to set Sean to throbbing in his pants.

The fox leaned back to watch the show as the orca fondled himself, slowly squeezing his cock until it was thrust forward, hard as a rock. Sports players seemed to be so very endowed all the time, and he loved the view.

Some of the other customers were turning around, and some of the students gasped at the sight before them. One of them went wide-eyed, started to reach for his phone, and Sean had to turn his attention to the mouse.

Their eyes met, and the trance program started. The mouse paused, looking back at him as if he was seeing something...something important.

Sean almost stopped the program, but he knew better than to let someone just have that sort of freedom. He pushed it harder, and the mouse suddenly stiffened as he went into trance. Rolling through the programs, he sent a simple obliviousness thing down the line, basically turning off the rodent's mind for the next half-hour.

The other students seemed to be more willing to just watch the show and enjoy it, staring at the orca as he walked around the middle of the restaurant as if it were the front room of a strip club. The big guy was bottomless, now, his tail raised up to show off a muscular, if bouncy, ass, and his balls and cock were still swaying with every step.

"Heh, you train for this sort of thing?" Sean asked.

"No, sir. I just seem to...know."

Knowing how to show off. He supposed that was part of the exhibitionism program, making sure that the person that got it knew how to show off for the person that installed it. That made some sense, he supposed.

He leaned back, biting his lips as he watched James turn his hips and spin his cock around like some sort of helicopter. The show was hot as hell, that was for sure, and it really showed off just how big the orca was down there. He had to be at least a foot long, maybe slightly larger, though he wasn't the thickest guy that the fox had seen in his line of work. Definitely big, though. Very big.

And it helped that he had such muscular legs, something to allow him to thrust and show off all the more. He was dancing around again, swinging his cock about, almost hitting some of his admirers. It was clear that he knew that he was a hot piece of meat, and he was giving his all to show it off.

Sean shook his head in admiration, his cock throbbing in his pants. He started to wave at James -

"MARLOW! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

Everything shattered at that point, and Sean jumped in his seat, almost jumping right out of his own skin at the bellow that echoed through the restaurant. The trance bar broke in the lenses, and the orca almost fell head over heels into one of the nearby tables.

The source of the shout was obvious, once everyone calmed down from the initial scream. Sean and everyone else turned to the wolf that had just walked out from the back room. The big dog had a badge that labeled him as a manager, and more to the point, he had a pair of glasses on that were very similar to the pair that the fox was wearing. Sean bit his lips, hoping that nothing would give him away, that the manager hadn't been staring at cameras or something.

The orca got back to his feet, blushing, trying to cover himself. However, before he could, the wolf fixed him with a glare through his glasses, and suddenly, James went stiff again. The orca didn't move, his eyes staring straight ahead.

However, everyone else was still very much paying attention. Seeing the opportunity, Sean looked around the room, fixing everyone that he could with a stare of his own, grabbing the different students and installing that same oblivious program that he had given the mouse at the start. The students slipped quickly, leaving only the couple that were staring at the orca's ass rather than at the manager.

James walked stiffly toward the back room, and the wolf turned his attention to the couple. The two aardvarks looked back at him, trying to find words, only to end up slipping into the same state of trance after a few seconds.

"Get out of my restaurant, and forget what you saw," the wolf growled.

They did as they were told, moving like sleepwalkers out the door. The manager shook his head, then turned to face the fox.

Sean had his hands folded on the top of his table, showing that he didn't have a weapon as much as he was showing that he wasn't too bothered with what happened. After a few seconds, the wolf sighed, sitting down on the other side of the booth.

"You just had to start something, didn't you?"

"I was merely experimenting."

"New to your level, aren't you?"

"You could say that," Sean said, hoping that he was presenting the confidence that he damn well didn't feel. "I was promoted recently."

"Then you need to learn this lesson right now. You don't start something in public unless you're much higher than you currently are. You're what, Level 13?"

"Level 11," he corrected, the numbers flashing inside of his lenses.

"Better than I thought. But you don't do that until you're at least a level 8."

Descending orders of authority. Something else that he needed to know, something else that filled in a gap or two that he didn't know was there. Sean nodded.

"Consider me corrected."

"I'll keep the event to myself, since you helped cover it. But don't do anything else like that without a promotion."

He was luckier than he'd thought. If he hadn't done the damage control that he'd done, someone higher up the chain would have found out that someone new had glasses that they shouldn't. He needed to make sure that he didn't expose himself like that again.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's your level?"

"9."

"Manager of a restaurant and you're level 9?"

"Hey, don't look down on me. It's because it's not a chain. If it was, then I'd be at least a level 7."

That was something else to know, then. Someone that managed a business got a higher level of authority than someone that merely managed records in a college library. It was something for him to store away, something for him to pull out if he needed it again later.

But it meant that he was definitely on the lower end of a totem pole right now. If he didn't find a better pair of glasses, not only was he fucked if he ran into anyone higher - and from the sounds of things, most people were far higher than him - but he was also fucked if he tried to do anything to save his brother. He needed to find someone else's glasses, snare something that would give him the chance to control those higher than himself.

But how?

That was the hard one to answer. He needed something that he didn't have, and he had no idea where to get it. Asking someone in the system was akin to admitting that he didn't belong in it, and he'd only get away with it if he was very lucky.

Or...

Or if there was someone that wanted to protect him. Last night, he'd seen that Paul had been restricted from messing with him, and he'd overridden that.

Which means...fuck...

Which meant that his father, as both the one that had put the command in his brother and as someone far further up in the hierarchy than he was, would know that something had been fucked up. Sean got to his feet.

"Where are you going?" the wolf asked.

"Gotta get to school."

"What are you talking about?"

"Notice came in," he lied. "Gotta see to something."

"Better hurry, then."

He nodded, running out of the building without the slightest hesitation. Things were going wrong, and he needed to do something to fix them before they got completely out of control. If these glasses were registered -

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The head librarian at the college was in the process of being arrested when he arrived, and the first thing that Sean did was pull the glasses off his head. If they could be recognized by the wolverine, he didn't want to give him the chance to point out the real culprit to what was going on.

The police were not exactly being obvious about it. At least six different officials were gathered around the car, each one with a black hat on their head and a pair of dark glasses. Any student or college official that looked their way suddenly turned around as soon as they made eye contact, almost like they were afraid...or pushed to leave.

Sean made sure not to look. He had been immune to the effects of his teachers' glasses so far, but he didn't want to push his luck with something that was obviously more powerful. Instead, he edged his way along the campus until he reached the library.

Just as he thought, Randy was running himself ragged. The assistant had obviously been promoted to acting head librarian with the absence of the wolverine, and he was obviously floundering in the process.

"Just a second, I'll find that book for you. A moment, and you'll have that file. Just give me a second and I'll - will you stop it?!"

The frog was scrambling from one terminal to another behind his desk, obviously trying to keep up with all the requests and just as obviously failing. He was sweating like a pig, and his tight little suit was pulled all the tighter around his body as a result. Sean shook his head, looking around the room.

I really shouldn't...

But he did. He used the glasses again, making eye contact with some of the students that were being particularly pushy. He quieted them down, forcing them to pull away with that obliviousness program, making them forget what they were doing there, and gradually, the crowd thinned around the main desk.

When the last student walked off, Sean stepped up to replace them. Randy was still panting as he approached, and the frog looked inordinately annoyed.

"What do you want, huh?"

"You are asking me for a change? Usually, you're just asking what I can give."

"Sorry. Just...ugh."

The frog tossed one of the hard-cover books back down on the counter, the sound echoing through the building. He'd never done that before, and if it wasn't obvious that he was stressed out before, it damn well was now.

"I didn't know that he put in that much work every day. I thought that it was a cake walk, that I just did my job so that he could do his. Now I gotta do both of our work, and it's driving me mad."

"Then I guess that you don't want the booty call tomorrow?"

"Fuck you. I'm going to need that ass more than ever."

"Then I suppose you'll have to start looking at better prices, too."

"Don't you dare hike those rates on me. I gave you those glasses."

"Since when do you believe they do anything?"

"I don't, but you do, and if I have to blackmail you for fair prices..."

"...Don't worry, you're still going to get what you earned." Sean forced a smile. "But I would like to ask you a few questions, when you have time."

"Time? When do you think I'm going to have that again?"

"Well, you seem to have it now..."

He gestured around. The students were all busy somewhere else, if they remembered why they were in the library at all. Randy looked around with him, and then sighed.

"Fine, but keep it quick. I don't know when the next rush is going to be."

That wasn't ideal, but it was a hell of a lot better than nothing. He nodded, pulling up a chair to the counter.

"What happened with your boss?"

"You mean the head librarian? Fuck if I know."

"Come on. You're the assistant librarian. You have to know something."

Randy shrugged.

"All I know is that he left after a phone call, and that I was in charge afterwards. He didn't say he wasn't coming back, so maybe he's not going to be gone forever."

Gone forever. That meant that the Black Hats hadn't come here to start wiping memories. That meant that there was probably going to be an interrogation, something done with the wolverine to find out what happened to his glasses.

That meant that they'd eventually get led to Randy, which meant that they would eventually be led to him. No way that the frog would hold out when he thought that he might be sold down the river.

I need a way out, and fast.

He looked at his glasses again, then tapped them. If nothing else, he could try and do something with Randy. Hell, considering that they belonged to the head librarian, that meant that Randy was his immediate subordinate, didn't it? That meant that he should have more authority than -

The _ Trance.exe _ initiated almost immediately, faster than it had done on anyone else. Randy went limp and stiff at once, his body relaxed and his face attentive. The frog's eyes were half-closed, and he was staring straight ahead.

Rather than the list of programs that he had seen with other people, this time he saw a list of different commands that were already installed. There were many, from starting a work routine to taking a break to -

Amnesia, Sean read, nodding to himself. I bet every manager installs that on their immediate subordinates...and probably has them installed on themselves, too...

It was a chain of power, one that was probably unbreakable. If he didn't use it, though, he'd be caught.

He activated the amnesia program, hoping that it would target him as he pushed it through the last twenty-four hours, and then pulled the glasses back off. The shock hurt, but it wasn't enough to stop him from turning around and heading out. The last thing he needed was to give Randy any more memories.

That's not going to be enough, he thought. Anyone higher up can probably fish that back out of his brain, and they got the Black Hats here, so they definitely got people higher up...

That meant that he needed someone higher up on his side. Someone that he could hopefully manipulate and use to keep out of trouble. There was only one person that he could think of, and he wasn't sure if it would work.

I need to get home before dad does...

The End